Although there are no fresh shrimps on hand, a few decent crabs can still be used.

Su Zifang skillfully opened the belly of the crab, removed the shell, parotid glands and heart, picked out the crab meat, crab roe and crab paste and put it on a plate for later use.

The crabs were not in season, and the cream was yellow but not thick. Su Zifang felt sorry for Xue Yi while picking the shrimp meat. I guess this was the worst crab dish he had ever made.

It’s really hard for Huaiyang Cuisine Master.

Cut off the lard from the pork belly, then marinate the lean meat slices with light soy sauce and ginger juice, simmer the oil over high heat until all the oil residue becomes golden and crispy, remove the oil residue, change to a low heat and start frying the butter, crab meat and

All the crab roe is crushed and mixed with the peeled salted egg yolk. Soaked in lard, the aroma is so fragrant that even Suzi couldn't help but salivate.

After boiling butter, Su Zifang fried dried tofu and lean meat into a dish of bacon and dried tofu as a side dish.

The noodles have already been cooked in the pot on the side. The thin noodles are poured into cold water, put back into the bowl, and covered with a spoonful of low-mix butter. How delicious it is.

Sprinkling a handful of chopped green onions and adding ginger and vinegar, Su Zifang was finally satisfied with his four bowls of low-end version of butter noodles.

"Grandpa Xue, why did you think of coming to Jingling?"

"If you have nothing to do, let's take a walk and take a look."

Su Zifang:......

Why do I feel like something is wrong with the script?

When he went out with the tray, he saw Yang Qiong, Zhao Xiaoman and Xue Yi chatting animatedly, especially Zhao Xiaoman, who looked completely respectful.

"Master, do you know each other?" Su Zifang was a little surprised.

It seems that the people around me are connected by an invisible network, and you can find another acquaintance through several layers of relationships.

However, this network excluded me.

This feeling is still a bit uncomfortable...

"You kid, when did you abduct Xiao Zhao's daughter?" Xue Yimin cursed angrily, then looked at Zhao Xiaoman: "You are the chopping block chef he mentioned?"

"Yeah." Zhao Xiaoman nodded.

"What a pity..." Xue Yi looked at Zhao Xiaoman, was silent for a few seconds, and sighed, "Your talent should have been better."

Zhao Xiaoman did not deny it, raised his hand to comb the ends of his hair behind his ears, and smiled in response to Xue Yi's compliment.

"You..." Su Zifang was about to ask, but suddenly thought of Zhao Xiaoman's previous actions, and swallowed the question without saying a word.

"Forget it, let's eat, and try out Zi Fang's noodle-making skills."

"Um."

Seeing Xue Yi speak, the others stopped talking and began to concentrate on dealing with the bald butter noodles in front of them.

The four people at the table are either professional chefs or gourmets, and you can tell whether the noodles are good or bad as soon as you eat them.

"I added too much rice wine and didn't stir-fry it thoroughly. The wine taste is strong." Xue Yi took a sip of the soup first.

"The noodles are overcooked and soft." Xue Yi picked up another chopstick noodles.

"The salted egg yolk and lard don't blend well, and it doesn't have the texture of crab roe." Xue Yi put down the bowl and pushed it aside, "I'm full!"

"Master, do you have such a small appetite?" Su Zifang frowned, "I remember you ate more than this in Linzhou!"

"It tastes bad, I can't eat it!" Xue Yi glared, with some complaints between his brows.

Su Zifang:???

Although he was too lazy to learn how to cook and his knife skills were not that good, he was still good at cooking and seasoning. At least he was now a chef who could make a quasi-S-level dish, yet he was criticized in public for being unpalatable.

He doesn’t want to lose face!

Su Zifang picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and put it into his mouth in disbelief.

"No, does it taste good?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he received two questioning looks. Yang Qiong and Zhao Xiaoman's expressions were filled with one sentence: "Please save some face."

"Boss Su, the taste is indeed not very good." Yang Qiong said implicitly, while Zhao Xiaoman said directly: "It's not as good as that store."

"Okay, once it's fresh, twice it's familiar. I'll do it well next time."

In the past, when he could eat B+ grade cuisine, he would call him Su Shuai, but now when he could eat B-grade cuisine, he would call himself Boss Su. Su Zifang looked at the B-grade cuisine prompted by the system and was speechless.

"Oh, where are you cutting the rice?"

Suddenly, a voice in Shanghai dialect came from the door.

Su Zifang turned his head and saw Wang Fugui, wearing a white sweatshirt, slowly walking in while shaking a cattail leaf fan.

"Uncle Fugui, you are a rare visitor!" Su Zifang stood up and greeted him: "Why did you think of coming to my place today? Are you here to pay?"

"You kid, why do you always think your uncle Fugui is so greedy for money?" Wang Fugui looked at the table and squinted his eyes: "I just walked to the door and suddenly smelled a familiar smell. As soon as I came in, oh, it turned out to be...

Bald Butter Noodles, Boss Su, you made this, right? I wonder if there are any more?"

"Yes, yes!" Seeing Wang Fugui's appearance, Su Zifang didn't understand that he was greedy, so he immediately agreed.

"Uncle Fugui, please sit down, wait a moment, there is one last bowl, I will bring it out to you."

Everything is complete, and it doesn’t take much time to make another bowl. When it’s served, the noodles that Su Zi put in the bowl are even steaming.

"Uncle Fugui, do you want to try it?" Su Zifang handed over a pair of chopsticks.

"Okay...good!" Wang Fugui took the chopsticks and took a deep breath excitedly, "It tastes like this, but it's a little lighter!"

"There are almost no crabs, can it be light?" Zhao Xiaoman knew how Su Zi put the butter, so he couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

"What?" Wang Fugui didn't hear clearly and thought Zhao Xiaoman was talking to him, so he asked specifically.

"It's okay, Uncle Fugui, please eat slowly."

Several people tasted the chicken feet that Zhao Xi handed over and extended their thumbs. But after the last person finished speaking, the scene suddenly became quiet.

"Huh? Did something happen?" Su Zifang looked at Zhao Xi in confusion.

Zhao Xi said nothing and glanced towards the stairs.

Su Zifang followed his gaze and saw a tall, strong, shirtless man coming up from the stairs. He touched his shiny head with his hand as big as a leaf fan and grinned: "Who is that little brother?"

What you cook is more delicious than what I, Lu Laoliu, do?"

"who is he?"

Several people tasted the chicken feet that Zhao Xi handed over and extended their thumbs. But after the last person finished speaking, the scene suddenly became quiet.

"Huh? Did something happen?" Su Zifang looked at Zhao Xi in confusion.

Zhao Xi said nothing and glanced towards the stairs.

Su Zifang followed his gaze and saw a tall, strong, shirtless man coming up from the stairs. He touched his shiny head with his hand as big as a leaf fan and grinned: "Who is that little brother?"

What you cook is more delicious than what I, Lu Laoliu, do?"

"who is he?"

Several people tasted the chicken feet that Zhao Xi handed over and extended their thumbs. But after the last person finished speaking, the scene suddenly became quiet.

"Huh? Did something happen?" Su Zifang looked at Zhao Xi in confusion.

Zhao Xi said nothing and glanced towards the stairs.

Su Zifang followed his gaze and saw a tall, strong, shirtless man coming up from the stairs. He touched his shiny head with his hand as big as a leaf fan and grinned: "Who is that little brother?"

What you cook is more delicious than what I, Lu Laoliu, do?"
Chapter completed!