“Okay.” Su Yujin nodded.

Mother Liu had learned a lot from her, and now her cooking skills were very good, and she could taste it.

However, she felt that she wouldn’t have to wait until lunch was ready.

Zeng Dayong said that they lived in Fuyun Lane, not far from Shuanggui Lane. Judging from the way he was trotting just now, he should have arrived there by now.

To be on the safe side, Su Yujin first took the amber walnut kernels made by Mother Liu and Ai Cao yesterday to pad her belly.

And just as Su Yujin guessed, Mother Liu’s bean curd had just been cooked, and she hadn’t even eaten a few walnut kernels when Zeng Dayong came in a hurry.

He was panting from running, and even on a very cold day, there was a layer of sweat on his forehead.

“Su…Miss Su, my master asked me to invite you over.”

Su Yujin couldn’t help but curl her lips.

“Okay.”

Su Yujin set aside the chrysanthemum tea, used to balance the sweetness of the amber walnuts in her hand, and called Ai Cao to accompany her as she prepared to go out.

“Miss, it’s better to take someone else with you.” Mother Liu reminded.

After all, she was going to meet someone, and Mother Liu felt uneasy.

“That’s fine.” Su Yujin nodded, thought for a while, and said, “Then let’s take Qing Kui with us.”

Qing Kui was strong and quick in reaction.

“Yes.” Mother Liu quickly went to Su Ji, replaced Qing Kui, and asked her to follow Su Yujin.

So Su Yujin, the master and the servant followed Zeng Dayong and walked all the way to Fuyun Lane.

“My master’s surname is Zheng and his first name is Mingyuan. If Miss Su meets the master later, don’t call him Chef Zheng, just call him Uncle Zheng.”

Zeng Dayong reminded her on the way.

Su Yujin nodded but raised her eyebrows again.

It was interesting for a chef who didn’t want to be called a chef.

The four people walked quickly and soon arrived at the house where Zeng Dayong and Zheng Mingyuan were.

In the middle of Fuyun Lane, there was a rather small house. As soon as they entered the house, they saw the whole yard, with green leaves and various vegetables.

Spinach, coriander, garlic sprouts…

then they smelled a fragrance.

The rich, thick, and long-lasting aroma hit their nose.

This made Ai Cao and Qing Kui sniffle and smack their lips, “What smells so fragrant?”

Su Yujin also took a sniff and thought for a moment, “It seems to be the smell of chǎoyú zá…”

The words before it fell, the “clang” sound that seemed to be the friction between the spatula and the iron pot stopped in the kitchen. A short, thin, middle-aged man in his forties with hunched shoulders ran out. He was holding a large spatula in his hand and looked at Su Yujin in surprise, “Can you make chǎoyú zá?”

Otherwise, how could you smell the smell of chǎoyú zá?

“I guess I can barely do it.” Su Yujin nodded slightly, remembering that Zeng Dayong said on the way just now that he and Zheng Mingyuan were the only ones living together at home. The short and thin man now was Zheng Mingyuan.

“You are Uncle Zheng, right? I heard from Brother Zeng that the shísānxiāng and glutinous rice flour are all made by Uncle Zheng…”

“Don’t talk about the ones that are available and not available. Since you can make chǎoyú zá, hurry up and give it to me. Help me fry the remaining fish offal.” Zheng Mingyuan put the spatula in Su Yujin’s hand without any explanation.

He even threw a navy blue apron at her. This man was so rude.

Ai Cao felt a little unhappy when she saw that Zheng Mingyuan was a little rude, but since Miss seemed to value this person very much, she endured her anger and followed Su Yujin into the kitchen to help her.

Su Yujin entered the kitchen room and looked around briefly.

The walls of the small kitchen were a little blackened due to the smoke from the stove, but the stove was kept clean. The iron pots and the lids were all washed clean, and the chopping board was clean. All kinds of seasonings were packed into jars, and all kinds of knives were also arranged very neatly…

However, in the wooden tub nearby, there seemed to be a batch of unsatisfactory chǎoyú zá, still emitting a faint, tantalizing aroma.

But Su Yujin could also smell that when frying the fish offal, he forgot to add rice wine, so the fishy smell was not completely eliminated.

On the chopping board at this time, onions, ginger, garlic, and red peppers have been cut into sections. In the small porcelain basin next to it, there were cleaned fish roe and fish offals.

It seemed that this Zheng Mingyuan was also a person who strived for excellence.

Su Yujin first checked the seasonings in each jar and then ordered Ai Cao and Qing Kui to light the fire.

Heat a pot over high heat, heat cold oil, sauté onion, ginger, and red pepper segments, soak the fish roe and fish offal in the pot, pour in some rice wine, stir-fry until it dried up, then add soy sauce, sugar, salt, and glutinous rice flour for seasoning. Then she stir-fried it for a while and it was ready to serve.

When it came out of the pot, Su Yujin cut some millet peppers as a garnish.

Waiting eagerly for the plate of chǎoyú zá to be brought out from the kitchen, Zheng Mingyuan couldn’t wait to take his chopsticks to taste it.

After tasting a bit, Zheng Mingyuan puckered his lips. “The heat of the wok is good, and the amount of salt is acceptable. You did well by using pre-made flour, but there are slightly too many chili segments. The spiciness outweighs the aroma by a bit, stealing the spotlight…”

“If I were to rate this dish of yours, it would only be seven points.”

Only seven points?

Ai Cao’s eyes widened.

Her Miss’ cooking skills were so good. Just smelling the chǎoyú zá made her nostrils so fragrant. It tastes so good that she can’t wait to use three steamed buns to go with it, but this guy only gave it seven points?

Also staring wide-eyed was Zeng Dayong.

Wow, surprisingly, it’s a seven out of ten.

When he usually cooks, his master never gave him a score higher than three points…

This Miss Su’s cooking skills were amazing.

These people had their little thoughts, but Zheng Mingyuan took a sesame seed cake to eat the chǎoyú zá with it, and said to Su Yujin and others, “You are welcome, please sit down. I just made a few dishes, and you guys all have a taste.”

“Thank you for your kindness. In that case, I’ll graciously accept your decision.”

Su Yujin smiled, went to get the chopsticks, and sat across from Zheng Mingyuan.

Seeing this, Zeng Dayong hurriedly got the bowls and chopsticks and asked Ai Cao and Qing Kui to sit down and eat together.

With Su Yujin’s instruction, Ai Cao and Qing Kui sat down, each took a bite of a sesame seed cake, and then picked up vegetables with chopsticks.

But the chopsticks in their hand turned around on the table, and for a moment they didn’t know where to place them.

Among the dishes on the table, the big round plate seemed to be roasted pig’s trotters?

Although it looked golden and appetizing, due to being roasted, it felt somewhat dry. Just by appearance, the appetite wasn’t particularly stimulated.

The one next to it was a large piece of tofu, but inside the tofu, there were loaches drilled in all directions. Although it smelled strange, looking at the tofu being drilled into a sieve by loaches made them feel a little uncomfortable.

Next to it, there was a cold dish cut into a crescent shape with sauce and minced garlic poured on it. Judging from the texture, it seemed to be some kind of egg similar to duck eggs or chicken eggs, but the color was dark. They simply didn’t dare to ask.

As for the pickled vegetables on the edge, they were cut into small pieces, thin and tender, with white color and delicate texture. They had bamboo-like patterns on the surface. When Zheng Mingyuan ate them, they made a crunchy sound, suggesting a very crisp texture.

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Found this recipe, looked quite traditional