When he took a bite of the wild boar meat, he found it not as dry as he had imagined, but surprisingly soft and tender. Mixed with the sour taste of sauerkraut, it also had a unique aroma of oil. Zhang Mingtu couldn't help but salivate.

After gulping down two large bowls in a row, he finally had time to look up. Wang Yulan was looking at him with a smile.

"You must be exhausted. Eat more."

Looking at the big bowl of rice and a pile of pickled vegetables in front of Wang Yulan, but not much meat, Zhang Mingtu felt a pang in his heart and blushed a little.

He used a spoon to scoop several large pieces of stewed wild boar meat for Wang Yulan and put them into her bowl amid Wang Yulan's angry cries.

"Hey, eat more, I don't like meat..."

Zhang Mingtu didn't listen at all. If he was still eight years old, he might have believed it.

While eating the meat, he exclaimed in admiration: "Mom, how did you stew the wild boar meat so tender and fragrant?"

When Wang Yulan saw the meat in the bowl, she looked at Zhang Mingtu, who was obviously very tough and didn't let her take the meat back.

After a moment of hesitation, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"The child has grown up!"

After hesitating for a moment, she picked up a piece of stewed wild boar meat and put it in her mouth. The meat was fragrant and had a hint of sweetness, which went straight into her heart.

"Hey, this is all learned from your grandfather's cooking skills. My skills are far inferior. Your grandfather was the chef of Ming Yuxuan back then, and I haven't even learned one tenth of his skills..."

“Grandpa…”

Zhang Mingtu paused. Only his mother had fled to Jianyi.

As for his grandfather, he was short of food and clothing while fleeing.

I heard from my mother Wang Yulan that he fell seriously ill before arriving in Jianyi and did not survive.

Father Zhang Jishi rarely talks about this matter, but Zhang Mingtu knows a thing or two.

My grandfather’s cooking skills were first-rate, but even a good cook cannot cook without rice. On the way to escape, some people even ate tree bark and Guanyin soil.

It was rare to get some food, so my grandfather gave most of it to my mother, Wang Yulan.

He was originally in good health, but he suffered from hunger along the way and was caught in a heavy rain, which caused him to have a high fever and he fell ill.

When talking about her grandfather, mother Wang Yulan's words couldn't help but carry a hint of sadness, but seeing Zhang Mingtu eating with relish, she subtly changed the topic to cooking.

"It's difficult to cook wild boar meat well. Sour cabbage can make the meat more delicious, but it's still too dry and lacks fat..."

"If you want it to be delicious, stew it in the pot for two hours until it's soft. When you stir-fry the sauerkraut, add some refined lard. This way, it's richer in fat and more delicious and appetizing..."

"To make the wild boar meat easier to stew, it's best to add some hawthorn..."

She wanted to change the subject, but when it came to cooking, Wang Yulan couldn't help but say a few more words.

In the past, if he said a few more words, Zhang Mingtu would interrupt him impatiently. He preferred to listen to the grudges and swordplay of the martial arts world, and was unwilling to waste time on these trivial matters.

Wang Yulan was a little surprised that Zhang Mingtu did not interrupt her today.

"I think he's suffered a lot from training martial arts, and he's changed his mind a little, but he can't let go of his pride for the time being. If we talk to him a few more times, he'll be able to listen to our advice in the future."

Wang Yulan never could have imagined that Zhang Mingtu had already gained a lot from the ancient book in his mind.

The existence of the suspected Book of Life and Death gave him many pointers, but Zhang Mingtu still had doubts in his mind.

Zhang Mingtu was eating wild boar meat in big mouthfuls while thinking in his mind.

"There's no way to confirm whether this is true or not. We have to verify it through this incident."

"Your uncles Jili and Jimin in the tribe like hunting. If you like to eat wild game, I will ask them to save some for you next time..."

"Game is lacking in fat. If you want to cook it, you need some meat oil, and you have to pick some special spices from the mountains..."

When it comes to cooking, Wang Yulan speaks very clearly and she plans to adopt a conciliatory policy.

"I usually let Mingtu help me. Through watching and learning, I can always learn some cooking skills. Even if I fail in martial arts training later, it can be a way out."

When Zhang Mingtu heard his mother Wang Yulan's words, his heart was moved. He thought of the words in the ancient book in his mind that were written in his handwriting.

"The restaurant is now open and it's going surprisingly smoothly..."

"I never opened a restaurant in my previous life, so I have no idea about the various aspects of a restaurant. The fact that the restaurant has been able to run so smoothly must have a lot to do with my mother's cooking skills.

"My parents had carefully considered letting me open a restaurant, unlike me who just impulsively wanted to practice martial arts and escort."

Next, Zhang Mingtu randomly asked his mother about the cooking methods of several dishes. These were all dishes that he had eaten in this life and thought tasted good.

Wang Yulan explained to Zhang Mingtu one by one with surprise, including the ingredients, cooking temperature and timing, without reservation.

If ordinary people want to learn the skills of these restaurant chefs, they must first serve as an apprentice for three years, doing all the work such as chopping wood, making fire, cutting and washing vegetables, and all kinds of miscellaneous tasks.

Not only do they not get paid, they have to prepare their own meals and pay tribute to their master on a daily basis.

If things don't go your way, the master will either beat or scold you.

That's it. If you want to inherit the master's skills, it depends on the master's mood. If your talent and understanding are not good enough, he will not teach you.

Moreover, the master will often keep a few tricks before passing on the skills. Unless they are his biological children, such skills will not be easily passed on to others in this era.

Of course, after truly entering the sect, the disciples will be treated quite generously.

Those who have daughters may marry them off, and those who own restaurants may even pass them on to their disciples, raising them as if they were their own sons.

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