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There was a squeak.

The door opened, and a person came out, but he was not a lama, but an ordinary old man. He looked quite old, probably not even eighty years old, and his skin was as dark as those exposed to the wind and sun on some plateaus. Plant vicissitudes of life. However, this man was very talkative and enthusiastic. When he saw Ding Mu wearing a security uniform and standing at the door, he greeted: "Young man, there are two little girls. You are hungry when you pass by. I I happen to be cooking, come in and eat together.”

At the old man's age, it's not too much to call Yu Zilan and Mai Wenjie little girls.

Ding Mu was very happy, stretched out his hand to greet Zaimai Wenjie and Yu Zilan, and followed the old man in. The yard is small and simple, and the cooking room is right at the door.

The old man let a few people into the side room, took out an old-fashioned thermos, and said, "Drink some water first, the meal will be ready soon."

Ding Mu couldn't bear for such an old man to work alone, so he came up to him and said, "Shall I help you?"

The old man glanced at Ding Mu, shook his head and said: "Forget it, I have to send the things I made to the great lama. If you have nothing to do, just chat with the old man." The implication is that he does not trust Ding. The craftsmanship of wood is afraid that Dingmu will be ruined. He couldn't give it to others to eat.

When the old man said this, it was not convenient for Ding Mu to take action. He accompanied the old man into the kitchen at the door. As soon as he entered this kitchen, Ding Mu felt something unusual. This kitchen is not small in area and is neatly tidied up. All necessary items are available. There are four stove eyes, arranged in groups of two. Three of them were lit, fueled by firewood.

Ding Mu stood aside and watched the old man lift the lid of a large firewood pot. There was a large pot of radish stewed in the pot. The old man picked up a rag and put it on the handle of the pot. He picked up the firewood pot and turned it over. Fry it a bit. Ding Mu was shocked when he saw this posture. This firewood pot, which weighed more than ten kilograms, was like a household wok in the hands of this old man. His arm strength was definitely extraordinary! Ding Mu immediately asked: "Old man, what is your surname? I see, you are so strong."

The old man chuckled: "My little old man's surname is You. You can call me Lao You. I have been a cook all my life, Lao You. If I can't even lift a pot, that's okay."

At this time, an extremely fragrant radish smell reached Ding Mu's nose. Ding Mu immediately salivated and praised: "Wow, it smells so good."

There was also a trace of satisfaction on Old Man You's weathered face: "It's almost ready. You can taste it in a while." Then he opened the lid of another firewood pot, and there were potatoes inside, which was more than half of the pot.

"You cook so many dishes, who do you supply them to?" Ding Mu asked curiously.

"Young man, pass the earthen jars to me." Lao You pointed to a pile of earthen jars placed in the corner and said, "In the evening, there are several living Buddhas who will send people to pick them up from me."

"Okay." Ding Mu immediately handed the cleaned earthen pots to Lao You one by one. Lao You picked up the frying spoon, took some from the pot, and then placed the earthen pots in the furnace to keep warm.

Ding Mu thought to himself that Mai Wenjie has really found the right place. This old man is a professional chef and is qualified to cook for living Buddhas.

"From your accent, it sounds like you're from the north, too." Ding Mu suddenly thought of a possibility and asked.

"It seems that I, Old You, also have the same local pronunciation and the hair on my temples has faded." Old You looked at Ding Mu, paused and said, "Didn't you hear it? I am also a serious Beijinger. When I heard you calling the door just now, I knew it was you. The fellow countryman is here.”

As soon as he said this, Ding Mu was already 80% sure of his guess. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Old man, do you know someone from this family who has a good name and a bad name?"

Lao You's eyes widened and he looked at Ding Mu in surprise: "You are You Zhengde, how do you know about Lao Cheng?"

"What a coincidence, what a coincidence. This can be regarded as meeting an old friend in a foreign land." Ding Mu couldn't help but clapped his hands when he heard the old man admitting that he was You Zhengde, "Not long ago, I happened to be with Senior Brother Yunliu at You Fatty I went to Youlianju for a meal. Oh, Fatty You is You Weiran."

You Zhengde was shocked again when he heard this: "Your name is Senior Brother Yunliu? You just said you came to visit Zhuliu... Could it be that something happened to Yunliu?"

Hearing You Zhengde call him by his first name, Ding Mu knew that the relationship between them was unusual, and he quickly said: "No, no, it's all coincidence. I came to Dinghai City to do a program, and something happened. Zhuliu Da Senior brother summoned me, and I just met him. Oh, look, he even gave me this bead."

After saying that, Ding Mu rolled up his sleeves and showed the dzi beads on his wrist. When You Zhengde saw this bead, how could he not believe it? He sighed: "Well, when Zhuliu did that thing, I applauded him, so I left the capital and accompanied him to the Lingxiao Cliff Snow Mud Temple, thinking of giving it to him. He has been making delicious food for decades. Seeing that he has become a habit here, I have gotten used to it, and I will return to the capital when I can’t do it anymore.”

After hearing these words, Ding Mu almost shed tears. Although he didn't know what ridiculous things Zhuliu had done back then, but with someone like You Zhengde supporting him, it must not have been a heinous thing. To say that You Zhengde is also a famous chef of the generation, and he has spent more than ten years on this indifferent snow peak, which is really righteous! Seeing that Ding Mu didn't answer, You Zhengde continued: "By the way, my grandson has gained weight again?"

"He is quite fat, but he is very powerful. With his excellent cooking skills, he is very popular in the capital." Ding Mu said, of course he picked it up.

You Zhengde laughed, obviously very happy, and turned to ask Ding Mu: "Young man, you look very handsome. I haven't asked you your last name yet? You are not very old. Why, you don't go to school anymore?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My name is Ding Mu. I'm still in school. Well, I'm studying medicine at Peking University and double majoring in physics. I'm here to do a show just for fun. I'm not a professional actor." Ding Mu explained road.

"Hey, you are a great talent from Peking University! But it's rare to see him." You Zhengde admired from the bottom of his heart, "Those of us who run around in the world are rough people, and we admire educated people the most."

"There, there, your cooking skills are back to nature. This is truly cultured." Ding Mu didn't dare to take such praise from You Zhengde. A famous chef like him is very knowledgeable.

"It's different, it's different. Even Yunliu is just a charlatan who knows some crooked ways. As a cook, I can only cook stuttering food, which is even more useless. Talented people like you can build airplanes. He builds tanks and missiles." You Zhengde spoke highly of Ding Mu, a talented scholar from Peking University, which made Ding Mu blush. He had really been neglecting his job recently.

"Great Talent, the meal is ready. There's no need to help. Just take this and go back to the room to sit down. I'm probably very hungry." You Zhengde smiled kindly at Ding Mu and handed over a tray with a tray on it. Two large deep plates were filled with stewed potatoes and stewed radishes. Then, You Zhengde took out five or six steamed buns from the fire pit, blew off the ashes, and placed them all on the Dingmu tray. This is a famous way of making steamed buns in Dinghai.

Ding Mu thanked You Zhengde and took a whiff. The aroma was so fragrant that it made one's index fingers tick. Carrying the tray, he opened the door curtain and walked out of the kitchen and returned to the wing.

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