Xu Qiao had a dream at night, and the color in the dream was a bit heavy! The hero is still Gu Chengchuan.

She was so shocked that she got up in the middle of the night and drank several cups of cold boiled water to suppress her shock! How could she blaspheme her benefactor? Although Gu Chengchuan's appearance is very worth licking.

After waking up, I no longer felt sleepy, so I simply got up and stewed a pot of stewed pigeons with ingredients in the refrigerator.

Thinking about the stew and sending it to Huo Xinyan, I was sleepy and squatted in front of the stove and holding my little face, unable to help but recall the scene in my dream.

In the dream, she... actually kissed Gu Chengchuan! Not only did she kiss, she also stripped his clothes.

ah……

Xu Qiao couldn't help but wail, and her hands grabbed her hair irritably. It was Gu Chengchuan who ate half of her candied haws, which made her so hungry? But Gu Chengchuan in the dream has such a good figure!

When Zhou Yansheng came over, he saw Xu Qiaoxiao squatting in the kitchen with a blushed face, her eyes blurred and smirking!

The pigeons stewed in the pot exudes the medicinal aroma of Chuanqiong and Angelica.

Zhou Yansheng sniffed and went over to grab Xu Qiao's ears: "You secretly stew my pigeons again!"

Xu Qiao was forced to stand up and patted Zhou Yansheng's hand off: "I'm what you stewed for me. I think you will take me to see Mr. Zhou today. Thank you for your hard work?"

Zhou Yansheng chuckled and said, "You can't help but lose your life, I won't have the moon."

Xu Qiao was speechless by Zhou Yansheng's straightforwardness, and rubbed her ears and walked out of the kitchen.

Zhou Yansheng went out: "Hurry up and clean up, let's go to see my little grandfather. Also, you can be out of the pot, you suckling pigeon."

Xu Qiao put the Qionggui suckling pigeon into an insulation bucket, and a pigeon with soup just filled a bucket.

Zhou Yansheng felt even more distressed: "I have to use my insulation bucket. I will take it back, do you hear that?"

Xu Qiao took the blame for the others and nodded very well: "Brother Yansheng, don't worry, I will get it back."

With a call from Brother Yansheng, Zhou Yansheng was in a good mood and took the initiative to carry the insulation bucket downstairs.

They went to the Qing Dynasty Art Academy to give Huo Xinyan a pigeon soup, and the two went directly to the hotel where Zhou Xianhua lived.

On the way, Zhou Yansheng reminded Xu Qiao again: "The old man loves his granddaughter the most, so don't tell me that he is revealing his mouth. There must be a kind lie."

Xu Qiao nodded: "I don't speak, just listen."

Zhou Xianhua was obviously a little surprised that Zhou Yansheng and Xu Qiao would come, and looked at Zhou Yansheng deliberately with a stern face: "You kid are here to plot against me again?"

Zhou Yansheng entered the door with a smile and shook the paper bag he was carrying in front of Zhou Xianhua: "Little Grandpa, guess what this is?"

Zhou Xianhua was a little surprised: "Tea!"

Zhou Yansheng was happy: "Did the little grandfather smell it? I stolen it from my grandfather. His heart and soul are precious."

Zhou Xianhua snorted coldly: "So what about him? Isn't it okay to respect my uncle?"

Zhou Yansheng brought the Wuyi Mountain mother tree Dahongpao, with an annual output of only a few kilograms. The ones that were sold on the market were more expensive than gold.

The gift really hit Zhou Xianhua's appetite. Before Xu Qiao could speak, she said with a smile: "You are going to open a store, how are the store prepared?"

Xu Qiao looked at Zhou Yansheng who was leaning against the sofa and was not going to speak, and hesitated: "I am still choosing a location, but we are not sure about the positioning of the dishes. What kind of dishes are more suitable for the market?"

Zhou Xianhua didn't expect Xu Qiao to be the problem: "What kind of cuisine did you originally want to make? If you were simply Cantonese cuisine, someone might start to try it, but it doesn't suit the taste of the northerners over time?"

Xu Qiao shook her head: "I think as long as the essence of the dish is made, the taste is good, and people's taste can be changed. In the past, it was said that people in Beijing do not eat spicy food, but now many hot pot restaurants in Beijing are spicy and the business is very good. And as the economy develops better and better, people are becoming more picky about what they eat. In the past, they might have found a small restaurant and ordered three or five side dishes to be satisfied."

"But in the future, people will become more and more picky. In the end, if there is no essence of food to catch the diner's stomach, the store may not be able to continue. Moreover, people will encounter a common phenomenon when they come out to eat, and there is no food to order."

Zhou Xianhua looked at Xu Qiao thoughtfully and suddenly smiled: "What do you want to learn from the little girl?"

Xu Qiao was not polite: "The Lafayette in the palace liked four Cantonese dishes the most. Apart from the Arhat dish and the Buddha's hand Guanyin lotus that day, they were the Sanxian in the Yunzhong and the ancient Dongxing Ban."

Zhou Xianhua laughed and turned his head to look at Zhou Yansheng: "Where did you find the little girl? She is very angry. These two dishes look simple and it is not that easy to learn. If you don't talk about anything else, just practice Dongxingban. Can you afford the money?"

Xu Qiao had a serious face: "I don't have money. As long as Mr. Zhou is willing to teach me, I will definitely have a way."

Zhou Xianhua nodded: "No, I'm not a little bit angry. I have a bit of our temper."

Zhou Yansheng slapped Rainbow farts at the right time: "How can I compare with my aunt Yiyi? I am both literary and martial, but I am a hero among girls!"

But I was dissatisfied in my heart, hum, literary can curse people, martial arts can beat people!

Zhou Xianhua would be happy whenever someone praised his granddaughter: "It's not that powerful, not that powerful. OK, after the tenth day of the first lunar month, I will come over. I will teach you then."

Xu Qiao was very accomplicated, picked up the tea on the table, and knelt down respectfully: "Master, please have tea."

Zhou Xianhua was stunned, hesitated and reached out to take the tea, and smiled: "It's not okay if you don't accept your disciple now."

Zhou Yansheng stared at the side with his eyes widened, Master?

Then what will he call Xu Qiao in the future? This is two generations away!

After drinking the tea for apprenticeship, Xu Qiao felt relieved.

Zhou Yansheng came out of the hotel and started nagging Xu Qiao: "I said little girl, you didn't say you want to become a disciple? Besides, you are too thick-skinned, right? Kneel there. If someone doesn't recognize you, would you say you are embarrassed?"

The most important thing here is that his seniority has been reduced by two generations!

Xu Qiao looked at Zhou Yansheng with a smile: "In the future, you may call me Grandpa Master?"

Zhou Yan was so angry that she didn't want to pay attention to her and pushed her head forward: "If you think beautifully, it's better to put away your heart that wants to be an elder."

Xu Qiao was just teasing Zhou Yansheng, and said seriously: "Do you think, Zhou always rarely accepts disciples in his life? What does it mean for any craftsman to accept disciples? He just doesn't want to teach his unique skills to outsiders easily. But Mr. Zhou is so old, we can't always let him be a guide?"

Zhou Yansheng poked Xu Qiao's head: "You are the sperm, the sperm of the villain! Not only did he plot against me, but he even planned to plot against my little grandfather."

Xu Qiao felt a little embarrassed: "I'm not trying to make up for it either. I just thought that if a restaurant can go further, it must have inheritance in it."

Zhou Yansheng was happy: "Okay, I don't mean to blame you either. I just didn't expect that you, a little girl, are just a person who does big things."
Chapter completed!