There is a restaurant in Jinan, Shandong Province, which is called "Chengfulou" and has a chef named Jiang. Speaking of Master Jiang, he was also a figure at that time. He can cook a banquet in Manchu and Han dynasties, is familiar with North and South cuisine, and has excellent cooking skills. Mr. Fu, the shopkeeper, is lucky to have some distant relatives with Master Jiang, and he is willing to pay a high salary, so Master Jiang will come to Chengfu Building to cook.

Master Jiang is in his fifties. He doesn't talk much, but he is very easygoing and always smiles every day. Mr. Fu was very satisfied with Master Jiang, and asked his son to learn from Master Jiang just now. He thought that by doing so, his son learned the skills, and secondly, he let his son know that money is not so easy to earn.

You are smart when you are just knowledgeable. After a few years of following the master's work, you have learned the master's skills closely.

Because of Master Jiang's superb skills, Chengfulou's business is booming day by day. Every day, customers are full, and the old shopkeeper has made a lot of money. But time and tide wait for no man, the old shopkeeper died at the age of seventy-three.

when the old man died, the shopkeeper was in charge of all the family business. Slowly, he felt that his craft was as good as Master Jiang's. Seeing that Master Jiang was almost seventy and his hands and feet were not so flexible, he became disgusted and even shouted old ginger.

One day, the little shopkeeper called Master Jiang, took out twenty dollars, and said, "Old Jiang, you have done a lot for my old man over the years. But you are old, take these twenty oceans and go back to your old age. " Master Jiang didn't speak, but he was still smiling. He took the twenty dollars and went out of the back door of the store without looking back.

One day after Master Lao Jiang left, it was almost noon when a man came in outside Chengfu Building. This man is bald, with a pimple on his face, and his fat cheeks are livid. He wears a black silk double-breasted gown and black silk bloomers, and his legs are wrapped in white summer cloth around his ankles, kicking a pair of "dead cows". When the waiter looked at it, he said to himself, "Don't ask, you must be a local ruffian bachelor." Hurriedly ran over, wiping the table and making tea, and said, "Grandpa, sit down and drink some water."

the man sat down without lifting his eyelids. After watching him drink two bowls of tea, the waiter asked carefully, "Grandpa, it's almost noon. What do you always want to eat?" The bearer snorted and said, "Grandpa, I heard that the shopkeeper here can cook a Manchu banquet and cook a good meal in the north and south. I don't know if I can order a few meals."

the waiter's busy way: "Tell me, uncle." The humanitarian said, "OK, give me a Yi Long to lie on the beach, two dumplings to fight for the sea, three or two bellies of wine, and four steamed buns." After that, he pulled out a towel bag from his skirt, threw out forty dollars from the towel, and said, "Your shopkeeper can do it. This is the meal. If you can't do it, boy, you can't open it today."

The waiter is a man who has seen the world. When he sees it, he knows that disaster is coming, so he rushes into the kitchen to find a young shopkeeper. Just knowing that he was holding a hookah and instructing two disciples to cook, he suddenly lost his mind and said to himself, "I've never heard of this kind of food. It seems that 41 yuan for a meal is deliberately picky."

In those days, customers were the God of Wealth, and how to coax people into making money was the purpose of businessmen. Today, I am a bachelor who finds fault. How can I get down this step? I was so anxious that I wandered around the kitchen. The shopkeeper and the waiter looked at the little shopkeeper with small eyes.

after a while, the shopkeeper of the hall approached just Zhicai, pointed to the back door with his hand and said "Old Ginger". In this sentence, the little shopkeeper, like a savior, threw down the hookah and ran out of the back door. It turned out that Master Jiang's family lived in the street not far from the back door of Chengfulou.

Just now, on the way, I kept muttering, "I sent the old ginger head away, and now I'm coming to invite someone with a straight face. I wonder if this old man will help me?" As soon as I entered the master Jiang's door, I forced a smile on my embarrassed face, bowed and called "master", and then explained my purpose. Master Jiang smiled and said slowly, "I am old and useless. You were smart when you were young. Now your wings are hard, and you can't help it. What can I do?"

When he heard this, he was so anxious that he almost cried. He quickly said, "Master, my father, don't be as knowledgeable as my children. Don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face, for my old man's sake, please save the apprentice. "

as soon as I heard it, I mentioned his father, and Master Jiang was moved. Thought: The old shopkeeper treated himself well before his death. This just followed Fu Zhi to the kitchen. Boy, everyone in Chengfu Building came and ran around Master Jiang. For one thing, they were afraid of not being able to wait on the senior chef of Chengfulou, and they smashed the pot today. Secondly, they all wanted to open their eyes and see how Master Jiang did that "Yi Long lies on the beach, two dumplings fight for the sea, three or two bellies of wine, and four even blow and beat steamed buns".

I saw Master Jiang take a fish bed, sprinkle a handful of white sugar on it, wash a cucumber, dry it and put it up. He said to the novice, "This is called' Yi Long lying on the beach. "I washed two cowpea heads again, stirred them together at one end, put a small half-headed chopstick under a knot in one's heart, put it in a sea bowl, and poured soup on it. The exposed two cowpea heads just leaned out of the noodle soup, and I just said it again and again:" This is' two dumplings fighting for the sea, right? "

Master Jiang nodded, took another vegetable material, poured it out, washed it, and poured in three or two ounces of white wine. The shopkeeper suddenly realized," This is the wine in his stomach. " Master Jiang also ordered a young apprentice to say, "Go to the steamed bread shop and buy four steamed buns that have been left for a few days and are cracked."

After a while, the little apprentice ran back in a flash. Master Jiang put four cracked steamed buns in the oven and burned them all around. The four steamed buns were so black that the cracks were covered with kitchen dust. Master Jiang smiled and said to himself, "See how your boy can eat without blowing off dust and fighting." Shouted: "Serve."

In fact, it didn't take much time from the moment that the black fat man entered the door until all the food, rice and wine were served. Besides, he didn't come to eat, but to find fault, and he was leisurely sipping tea with his legs crossed.

But when he saw that all the food, rice and wine were served, this guy froze for a moment, and then he even shouted, "Good food! Good food! " I wolfed it down. When I stood up to go out, I turned around and glanced at the 41 bright and shiny oceans with heartache. I shouted with a strong voice: "Not expensive, not expensive, haha …" I left the Chengfu Building with a flick of my sleeves.

As soon as the young shopkeeper saw these forty oceans, he plopped down and knelt in front of Master Jiang, grinning and crying, "Master, I don't know Taishan Mountain, but ginger is still hot!"