Siheyuan: Damao carried me back from under the bridge

"You helped me deal with the tea. I can't take it with me anyway. I don't know who gets the advantage if I keep it here!"

The other party insisted on giving it to He Yuzhu, so he took it and put it on the coffee table in front of him.

"Comrade Fukoluo driver took so much trouble to call me here, isn't it just to let me cook?"

Hearing He Yuzhu ask this, the driver of Fukoluo also looked up to He Yuzhu.

This man is not stupid.

"Mingren don't tell secrets. I want Chef He's secret recipe for cooking ingredients."

After the driver Fukoluo finished speaking, he looked at He Yuzhu expectantly.

"This is a secret recipe, passed down from generation to generation. Master has said that people can die, but this secret recipe cannot be lost."

He Yuzhu was not lying when he said this. The recipes and cooking formulas of their Tan family cuisine would not be spread casually.

In his previous life, Yan Jiecheng opened a restaurant and wanted a fat man to replace him as the chef. Why couldn't this fat man do it?

That's because Fatty didn't get his true biography, he didn't have the secret recipe, and he didn't know how to mix the ingredients.

"Chef He, everything has a price. I'm interested in buying your recipe. If you set a price, I'll buy it as long as it's not too outrageous." Driver Fukolo looked at He Yuzhu with a smile.

When it comes to money, He Yuzhu's little thoughts hit the mark.

This money is not earned in vain.

"Comrade Fukolo Driver, it's not like you don't know the situation here now. Private transactions are illegal. You are a Soviet. If this matter is exposed, you may be fine, but I will be in trouble."

"Chef He, you can rest assured. We Soviets still have this credibility. It is impossible for us to do such a thing of burning bridges. I can swear by my faith."

Seeing that the driver of Fukoluo had said all that, He Yuzhu felt relieved.

"I can't ask for a price. Mr. Fukolo, you can see how much you can give. As long as the price is right, I can tell you the secret recipe." It's not that he doesn't want to bid, it's that he really doesn't know where Fukolo's bottom line is. He Yuzhu was afraid of setting the price too low.

When He Yuzhu asked him to bid, the driver of Fukoluo began to figure out how much would be appropriate.

This formula would make a fortune if he brought it back, so he had to get it.

After thinking for a while, the driver of Fukoluo gritted his teeth and offered the highest price in his mind: "3000 yuan. This is my salary for more than half a year in China. That's all I have."

Hearing the driver from Fukoluo say it was three thousand yuan, He Yuzhu was already mentally prepared and was shocked by the price.

What is the concept of three thousand yuan? It is already almost nine years of salary.

Fortunately, I didn't make a bid just now. What I was thinking at that time was that it would be enough for three to five hundred. Who would have thought that this product could be sold at such a high price.

I have long heard that the wages of these old men are high, but I didn't expect them to be so high. They earn more than [-] yuan in half a year.

Wouldn’t that be a salary of four to five hundred a month?

Be calm, calm, and don't let the other person see your excitement.

"Three thousand yuan is fine. I sell this formula, but let me make it clear to you first. If you get my formula, you may not be able to use it in the Soviet Union, because many seasonings are only available here, such as the one I use. You may not have garlic and ginger in the Soviet Union."

Hearing He Yuzhu say that they didn't have ginger and garlic in the Soviet Union, the Fukolo driver felt disdainful, but he didn't say it out loud.

"Don't worry! I just want the formula. As for the things I don't have, I will try to import them from you." The driver of Fucoro said nonchalantly.

Now that everything has been said, He Yuzhu has nothing to say.

If you explain everything clearly, you won't be lying to others. If you can't make it taste like this when the time comes, just don't blame me.

Then the two of them entered the kitchen.

The driver of Fukolo can cook Chinese food, and he does it very well.

He likes to eat Chinese food and has learned from many chefs.

Entering the kitchen, He Yuzhu took out the ginger and garlic he had brought.

"Comrade Driver Fukolo, our recipe is actually not a secret. The most important thing is that the seasoning we use is different."

He Yuzhu said that and took out the garlic he brought.

"Look at my garlic, and look at the garlic in your kitchen. Do they look different?"

The driver of Fukolo picked up two pieces of garlic and studied them carefully.

Of the two garlics, the one He Yuzhu brought was much larger, and the garlic had a much stronger smell.

He Yuzhu simply took two kinds of garlic and made two plates of minced garlic.

After it's done, let the Fukolo driver taste it.

Liu Yong also used this method to deal with him last time.

When the two kinds of minced garlic were being fried, He Yuzhu didn't do anything, and the driver Fu Keluo operated the whole process.

But the fried taste is completely different.

In addition to garlic, He Yuzhu also took the ginger he brought and asked the Fukolo driver to fry two plates of pork.

The taste is also very different as a result.

Both dishes were made by the Fukolo driver. He was sure that the cooking methods he used were almost exactly the same in these two times, and there was no difference at all.

The only difference is the addition of two different types of garlic and ginger.

The driver of Fukolo seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and seemed to have found the secret of ancient oriental cuisine.

"It turns out that these two different varieties of ginger and garlic are added. That's it. That's it..." The driver of Fukolo smiled happily, but after he finished laughing, he felt like he had spent three thousand to buy this secret. He What a loss.

"That's right, we just added some different quality ingredients. You don't have these ingredients in the Soviet Union, so it's useless for you to ask for the recipe just now." He Yuzhu also picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the meat stir-fried by the Fukolo driver.

He Yuzhu really didn't expect that this man's cooking skills would be so good.

"It's really useless, so Chef He, I don't want your recipe." Driver Fukolo suddenly changed his face.

"Comrade Driver Fukolo, what do you mean?" He Yuzhu was a little confused. Why is this man so shameless?

"Didn't Chef He say it's useless for me to ask for the recipe? Since it's useless, then I naturally don't want it." Driver Fukolo smiled happily.

Now He Yuzhu finally understood that this person wanted to default on his debt.

Are you thinking about going to the market to buy this special garlic and ginger seeds?

He Yuzhu laughed angrily at this embarrassing operation.

Just now I said I swore that he...

Oh...I understand, this guy is really bad. He only swore that he wouldn't snitch, but he didn't swear that he would do so.

This is because he found that what he taught was too simple, and he felt that it was not worth the money, so he was ready to pay for it.

Okay, pretty good...

"Since Driver Fucoluo doesn't need my formula, I won't bother you. Say goodbye..." He Yuzhu said hello with a smile and left directly, not wanting to stay for a second longer.