An Jianguo got married, and Anne went to the old house to teach as usual.

After several months of hard study, An Jianguo's knife work has been practiced well.

He also began to come into contact with simple Anjia cuisine.

In addition, in order to cultivate his sense of taste and understanding of food, Anne also began to make plans to take him to various famous restaurants and well-known taverns.

Of course, the first place to start is with local food.

An Dafu is an ancestral craft, and his ancestors have been cooks for several lifetimes.

Therefore, he knows all about some of the master chefs in this industry.

Although the inheritance of many families has been broken in this special era, and some chefs have disappeared from the industry, some people have remained.

In the new era, those masters have come out of the mountain, and various time-honored brands have also rejuvenated.

Today, Anne went to a famous local steamed bun shop, bought a basket of steamed buns, and packed a little homemade special pickles, and took them to the old yard for An Jianguo to taste.

To say that it is to taste is really to "taste".

When An Jianguo takes a bite of steamed buns, he has to tell the advantages and disadvantages of other people's steamed buns, how the noodles are made, and what materials and seasonings are used in the fillings.

If he is asked to do it, what improvements can he make.

At first, Han Mei, An Jianfang and An Jianjun were still envious of An Jianguo's ability to eat all kinds of delicacies, but later they saw with their own eyes how An Jianguo "tasted", and they all showed expressions of admiration and insensitivity.

Mom, there is an exam to eat, and every time An Jianguo is tested by his father, his face is miserable and at a loss, and the few onlookers are a little afraid.

They even suspect that no matter how their father goes through the exam, An Jianguo may be made out of the psychological shadow, and from then on, no matter what kind of food it is, it will not taste good in the mouth.

An Jianguo did go through this stage, but he also knew that his father did not deliberately embarrass him, but to teach him.

When he was a child, when his grandfather hugged him and told him stories from the past, he also mentioned that if you want to become a real chef, you have to taste all kinds of flavors.

Sweet and sour, bitter and salty, east, west, north, south, middle, the chef must know the taste.

After a short period of pain, An Jianguo became more and more courageous, and slowly got used to it.

Moreover, under the strict teaching of his father, he really entered the door for cooking.

The link of "tasting" has also developed from the miserable at the beginning to the present.

"The buns are a bit cold, so the taste is a little bit worse. ”

An Jianguo took a small bite and chewed carefully, "In the filling of his buns, in addition to the commonly used pepper water to remove the smell, sugar is also added to increase freshness......"

An Jianguo finished eating a bun and also said his feelings.

Anne didn't praise her, but she didn't reprimand, but she snorted at the plate of pickles.

An Jianguo understood, rinsed his mouth with boiled water, washed away the taste in his mouth, and then picked up a few shredded pickles, sent them to his mouth, and tasted them slowly.

"Huh?" An Jianguo's eyes lit up, and he looked at his father with some surprise.

Anne smiled, "How does it taste?"

"It's not very salty, but it's crisp and delicious, and there's not too much seasoning. ”

An Jianguo was really a little surprised, and in recent times, he has eaten all the food in the provincial capital.

And this "food" is not only the high-end dishes at the banquet, but also some home-cooked side dishes in the market.

For example, pickles, An Jianguo has eaten no less than twenty or thirty kinds.

Among them, there are also secret pickles that have been passed down for decades.

However, the small pickles presented by this steamed bun shop still made An Jianguo's eyes light up.

"Tell me, how should this little pickle be pickled?"

Anne's face was full of lightness and she said softly.

"This should be the best gherkin to choose......"

An Jianguo really said something.

Of course, this is not his own pickling after all, whether it is the process or the ingredients, it is somewhat different from the genuine version of others.

But An Jianguo has officially learned to cook for less than half a year, and it is not easy to say so much just by eating a bite.

An Jianguo's talent is not high, but he is willing to work hard and endure hardships.

With his father's unreserved teaching, An Jianguo has made rapid progress.

Anne was more and more satisfied when she saw that he had said it clearly.

Suddenly, Anne's smile froze for a moment.

An Jianguo has been paying attention to his father's reaction, lest he say something wrong.

Therefore, An Jianguo did not miss Annie's subtle change in expression.

"Dad, what's wrong, I, what's wrong with me?" An Jianguo was a little worried.

Anne waved her hand, "Whatever your business, I suddenly remembered something. Okay, you practice again, I'll go out first. ”

An Jianguo was still a little confused, but nodded obediently, "Okay, I know." ”

Seeing his father go out, An Jianguo didn't dare to delay, put some sand in the iron pot, and picked up his arms and practiced.

Anne walked out of the house, not in a hurry to walk, but stood in the doorway and felt it carefully.

After coming to this world, Anne still did not relax her practice of the Five Elements of Chaos.

It's her habit and she's cautious.

This world seems to be peaceful, but no one knows whether there will be hidden dangers.

Anne was scared of JP001's pit, and as long as she entered the mission world, she didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

And her soul is still suppressed, and when she practices it, she gets twice the result with half the effort.

But Anne is resilient and more patient, if she can't do it once, she will do it twice, and if she can't practice internal strength in a month, then practice for three months.

After these days of cultivation, Anne finally developed a trace of internal strength.

Relying on this trace of internal force, just now, Anne suddenly felt like she was being watched.

This made her heart tremble, and someone was eyeing this small courtyard.

In the past few months, Anne has already determined that the original owner is a chef with some skills, and perhaps offended some people because of his bad temper.

But those are all small contradictions, and they definitely can't rise to the point of stalking.

An Jianguo and their juniors are not to mention, they are all young and have simple social interactions, it is estimated that except for the two enemies of Xu Yaping's mother and son, they don't even have anyone to deal with.

As for Xu Yaping's mother and son-

Well, Xu Yaping may still be possible, when An Qinghua's poor academic performance was exposed that day, Anike did not ignore Xu Yaping's cruel gaze at An Jianfang.

But no matter how much Xu Yaping hates An Jianfang, she is just an ordinary housewife.

Wait, is Xu Yaping really an ordinary housewife?

She broke An Qinghua's arm that day, was she really in a hurry? Or did she do it on purpose?

Anne always felt that Xu Yaping was not as weak and kind as she appeared, and she even suspected that Xu Yaping had lied to the original owner.

There's a reason why Anne is so skeptical.

Xu Yaping has been married to An Dafu for more than ten years, but she has never had any relatives or old friends.

Of course, she is not a local, and marrying in a provincial capital is a distant marriage.

But no matter how far you marry, it doesn't pop out of the cracks in the stones, there should always be a relative and friend.

It's not easy to meet each other, and it shouldn't be a problem to communicate with each other, make a phone call, or something.

However, Xu Yaping didn't have any of these......