Huinan County is located in the northeast and is extremely cold for almost half a year, but the mountains are actually quite rich in resources.
In addition to wild vegetables in spring and mushrooms in autumn, there are also many wild animals in the mountains.
From time to time, someone would catch a roe deer or a sika deer.
So You Bin once taught Mrs. Ye several dishes made with venison.
Venison pie is one of them.
But today's venison filling was prepared by Mr. Cen. Others would just think it tasted good, but she could tell as soon as she ate it that the taste was completely different from what she made herself.
The venison patties made by Mr. Cen are not as greasy as those made by himself, but they are more fragrant. The seasonings and the delicious taste of the venison are so integrated that you can't tell what is put into them.
The most important thing is that the venison filling does not contain too much oil, but it is still juicy, tender and not dry at all.
Could it be that her father hid something from her and didn't teach her the killer move?
That shouldn’t be the case, right?
But thinking of You Bin's mental state, Mrs. Ye couldn't help but wonder if what he taught her might have been wrong from the beginning?
When I think of this, many problems seem to be solved.
She had cooked a lot when she was outside the Great Wall, and although many people praised her cooking, it was definitely not as exaggerated as it was after she returned to Rongxi Village.
It can't be that everyone who ate her food before couldn't tell the difference between good and bad, right?
Now that I think about it, maybe it’s because I cooked outside the Great Wall and used mostly local ingredients and seasonings. Many of the dishes were probably modified by You Bin based on other dishes he knew.
But since he was exiled, his mental state has been up and down.
The level of cooking naturally fluctuates.
Moreover, he was too young when he was exiled. Although he learned good cooking skills from Master Cen, he was not yet at the level where he could integrate and master the knowledge on his own and create new dishes.
After returning to Rongxi Village this time, when preparing a banquet, in order to save face, Mrs. Ye cooked the ready-made dishes that You Bin had taught her before, that is, the dishes she learned from Mr. Cen, so she won unanimous praise.
But maybe even these dishes actually have some problems.
Otherwise, Mr. Jiang would not have asked her to practice and improve so many days in advance.
Mr. Cen has been an imperial chef all his life, so his palate must be even more discerning. He must have noticed something wrong with her dishes long ago.
He took the initiative to help make breakfast today, probably because he wanted to use this to wake himself up.
It has to be said that Mrs. Ye guessed 99% of what Mr. Cen was thinking.
"Master, this venison pie is so delicious. When you have time, you must teach me how to make it."
After hearing what Mrs. Ye said, Mr. Cen's eyes lit up.
Then he took a look at her expression and saw that she didn't look dissatisfied at all. He breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "As long as you are willing to learn, I am always available."
Mu Zheng finished the venison pie that was allocated to him in just a few bites, and was smacking his lips with satisfaction.
After hearing this, he couldn't help but ask: "Sister Ye, your craftsmanship is already so good, do you still need to learn?"
"Master Cen has been a royal chef in the palace for most of his life. His cooking skills are much better than mine, a layman. I still have a lot to learn from him!"
Seeing that Sister Ye's words were sincere and without any discomfort, Elder Cen finally smiled and said, "Don't worry, as long as you are willing to learn, I guarantee you will be better than your father!"
While they were chatting and laughing in the kitchen, Mu Zheng's men had already come from Wang Guangping's house.
In fact, Wan Guangping was not the kind of stingy person who refused to pay for meals, but he knew in his heart that no matter how well he cooked, his own food would never be as delicious as that cooked by Mrs. Ye.
So he simply didn't mention it, and even followed the officers here to have another breakfast.
"The village chief is here. Please come in. We will have venison patties this morning. We will eat them while they are hot.
"Today's meat patties were made by Mr. Cen himself, mixing the dough and stuffing. The taste is absolutely amazing. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never find another place like this again."
Boss Ye joked with Wang Guangping with a smile.
Seeing that Boss Ye took the initiative to be so close to him, Wang Guangping was very happy and wanted to quickly get closer to him so that he could ask him for help in the future.
"Boss, you're getting better and better at speaking!" Wang Guangping smiled and patted Boss Ye's shoulder. "I think you're good at speaking now, so you can go into business."
Upon hearing this, Old Lady Ye continued, "Village Chief, you may not know that among my four sons, the eldest is actually the best at speaking.
“It’s just that ever since the family encountered trouble and the whole family had to flee famine, the eldest brother has become increasingly silent.
"Look at him now, he's finally back to his old ways!"
"The eldest son is really reliable. As the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father!
"When something goes wrong at home, he can handle it. Now that your family is doing better and better, he naturally doesn't need to be so tense anymore."
"Sister-in-law, don't you think so?"
"Who said it wasn't?" Old Mrs. Ye looked at the back of Old Man Ye as he walked out to serve the meat pie, and her nose was sore after hearing what Wang Guangping said.
"Ever since his father passed away, he and his wife have been helping me support the family, and they have never complained over the years.
"Instead, I, as their mother, feel sorry for them both!"
"Sister-in-law, please stop saying such things. We still have a long way to go!
"Looking at your family's current momentum, your life will only get better and better."
"Thank you for your good wishes. Look at me, I'm crying while talking." Old Mrs. Ye said, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe her eyes.
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