What dishes can you cook?

The old man scrutinized Jiang Yi with a critical look.

Jiang Yi smiled slightly and said, "I've tried all eight major cuisines, including stir-frying, braising, cooking, and deep-frying. It just depends on what the old man likes to eat!"

As a former antique collector, Jiang Yi was truly well-off, occasionally even making a small fortune, and had plenty of time to hone her culinary skills.

After all, Jiang Yi has always believed in the principle of never shortchanging herself.

In this life, eating comes first.

"You've got quite the nerve. Come on in and give it a try!"

The old man stared into Jiang Yi's eyes for a long time, and seeing that her gaze didn't waver, he began to believe her to some extent. However, he figured he should still give it a try.

As the iron gate opened, Jiang Yi, along with the waitress and the three sisters, walked into the courtyard of the small Western-style house.

Once inside, Jiang Yi realized that the courtyard was larger than she had imagined.

Inside, there are not only flowers and plants, but also a vegetable garden.

The old man stood there, pointed to the vegetable garden, and said, "If you move in, you'll be responsible for growing those vegetables, and you'll be in charge of my meals!"

"Also, little girls, you can't make a fuss. If you disturb me, you'd better get out of here!"

"Grandpa, we won't make a fuss or argue!"

Daya held her two younger sisters' hands and responded timidly.

How sensible!

Jiang Yi smiled slightly at Daya's response and asked, "Grandpa, how should the rent be calculated?"

"Go to the vegetable garden and pick some vegetables, then cook me two authentic Sichuan dishes. If they're up to standard, we can talk more."

"Alright!"

Jiang Yi immediately took the three sisters, Da Ya and Da Ya, to pick vegetables.

Sichuan cuisine?

Of course, chili peppers are indispensable.

"Grandpa, do you have any meat in your house?"

Before picking the chili peppers, Jiang Yi asked a question.

"Yes, top-quality pork belly!"

"Okay!"

After hearing the old man's answer, Jiang Yi had already decided what to do.

One dish is dry-fried green beans, and the other is classic Sichuan twice-cooked pork.

These are two dishes that Jiang Yi really likes to eat, and naturally she is quite good at making them.

After picking the vegetables, Jiang Yi went into the kitchen.

I have to say, this house is much bigger, even the kitchen is much more spacious.

It wasn't a large cooking pot or stove, but a coal-fired stove.

Most people wouldn't be able to operate such a stove, but for someone who enjoys collecting antiques, it's really no problem.

To collect antiques, you need to understand all sorts of obscure knowledge, which is why Jiang Yi not only has a beautiful appearance but also an interesting soul.

The kitchen was fully stocked with all kinds of seasonings, and in the corner stood a huge refrigerator, a Siemens one at that.

This thing is a rare item these days; most people probably haven't even heard of it.

However, Jiang Yi is a very knowledgeable person.

She chopped all the ingredients, then quickly lit the fire and heated the pan.

Daya, along with Erya and Sanya, were all standing obediently on the sidelines, watching Jiang Yi operate the equipment.

The oil sizzled as it hit the pan.

Cut dried chilies, scallions, ginger, and garlic into sections and put them into the oil. In just a few moments, a unique spicy aroma filled the room.

The two sisters had never experienced anything like this before, and they coughed repeatedly before running out of the kitchen.

Jiang Yi took a delicious breath of the spicy aroma; this was exactly the flavor!

Stir-fried green beans require a great deal of skill, especially in controlling the heat.

If the heat is too high, the green beans will burn.

If the heat is too low, the green beans will not be cooked through and may even be poisonous.

Without considerable skill, most people really can't make this dish well.