Fang Xian was not interested in most things in this world, except for food. At this time, he was curious and didn't know if the old man had rendered Suzhou cuisine.

The two walked into the inn, found a table to sit down.

The waiter dressed very well. He took off the towel from his shoulders and wiped the table quickly.

"Customer, what are you two?"

At this moment, Fang Xian was confused. He had long been used to the mode of ordering dishes on the menu. It would be better that there were some pictures on the menu. Now in the inn in Suzhou in the Southern Song Dynasty, he really didn't know what to order.

So Fang Xian looked at Zhao Ling'er and tried to ask for help.

However, Zhao Ling'er's face was completely confused. She didn't know much about this place than the real world. This girl was kept in the Water Moon Palace all day long. Except for those vegetarian dishes, her food memory was blank.

If you have no choice, just ask if you don’t understand.

"Waiter, do you have any good dishes to recommend at home?"

The waiter asked patiently: "Do you want to eat snacks or real dishes, snacks or tea, meat or vegetarian..."

"Forget it..." Fang Xian shook his head, took out dozens of cents and slapped it on the table, "Pick up some local characteristics, bring it with you the dishes you have, and have two pots of good wine. Thank you."

"Please be fine!"

The waiter was very happy. Such a sucker was not something you could encounter every day. He put away the money and ran to the kitchen.

"What he said seems to be Beijing accent, right?" Fang Xian asked Zhao Ling'er, with a confused face.

Ling'er was very calm: "Didn't you notice that everyone here is Jing'an, and I am also Jing'an."

The waiter is quite kind and basically gets all the specialties.

Suzhou cuisine is one of the eight major Chinese cuisines and belongs to the "nan sweet" flavor. Fang Xian didn't like this flavor at first and felt it was too greasy. In comparison, he was more able to accept spicy Sichuan cuisine.

However, the sweetness here is uniquely sweet and elegant. Rather than saying that the chef has excellent skills, natural seasonings are worse than saying that it is excellent.

Seven or eight dishes such as braised duck, lion head, squirrel mandarin fish, green snail shrimp, etc., each dish has a flavor. When Fang Xian was in Shuiyue Palace, he only ate the ingredients here, and the cooking schedule was basically zero. In this magical inn, Fang Xian finally appreciated the profoundness of traditional Chinese cooking skills.

Good dishes naturally need to be served with good wine. Fang Xian drank happily, but he didn't know what kind of wine he was drinking.

The wine seems to have a floral fragrance, with a slightly sweet taste. It is not the sweetness it makes, but the kind that is similar to the honey juice in the buds, with a full charm and a comfortable taste in the mouth. Even if you drink it in the belly, you will still have a aftertaste.

At the same time, this meal once again subverted Ling'er's dietary view.

"Delicious!!" Ling'er chewed the lion's head like she was eating ordinary meatballs, and her eating habits were extremely indecent. "This is also a meatball. Why is it so much better than the ones in the spicy hot pot restaurant?"

"This is a lion's head, not a meatball."

"Isn't it just a bigger meatball?"

"Okay, I actually think so too." Fang Xianqing ignored the wine and felt that the scene was quite comfortable at this time. He was not playing games, but life. What the old man said was indeed good. Although the sparrow is small, it is complete with all the internal organs. It doesn't matter how big Suzhou City is. Reducing the taste in it is a good city.

In half an hour, the two of them had swept all the dishes on the table, and the two Gu wines were already at the bottom.

"Waiter!" Fang Xian greeted the waiter over.

The waiter ran over happily, sighing at the empty plate

"Customer... what are your two foods..."

"Don't be afraid, we're full." Fang Xian asked while rubbing his stomach, "What is this wine called? It tastes very refreshing."

"Haha, please tell me the goods. This wine is a well-known [Osmanthus Wine]! It is not a local wine. I don't know where it came from. I have a deceased poet in the Song Dynasty - Li Qingzhao, do you know."

"Hey, I actually know! The osmanthus wine she invented?"

"No, she just wrote a poem about osmanthus wine. Please listen carefully..."

As the waiter said, he transformed himself from a 2b youth to a literary youth:

"The light and luteal body are soft, and the love is distant and the fragrance remains."

"Why should I have to be light green and dark red? It is the best among the flowers. Plums are jealous, and chrysanthemums should be ashamed. The paintings are filled with Mid-Autumn Festival."

"The poet is so heartless, why didn't he be accepted back then?"

Fang Xian was stunned for a while.

"Can't understand."

"Customer, you're joking. All the children in Suzhou City can recite this poem."

Fang Xian asked again: "Does this word mean this wine? Why can't I feel it at all?"

"It's not about osmanthus wine, it's about osmanthus."

Fang Xian was stunned for a moment. People in the Song Dynasty were indeed educated. A waiter had such achievements. He was considered to be embarrassing the people of the 21st century.

"By the way, I have something to ask for." Fang Xian got up and leaned into the waiter's ear, "Can you take me to meet your chef?"

"This... the chef is very busy..."

The old plot is over, Fang Xian knows how to deal with it, stuff the money into the waiter's pocket, and everything is done.

The waiter put away the broken money and made sure the boss was not looking at this place, so he pulled Fang Xian toward the kitchen: "Your instructor, please say something quickly."

"Of course, I'm in a hurry." Fang Xian didn't forget to tell Ling'er before leaving, "Sit down and don't move around."

When he arrived at the kitchen, he saw a fat, white middle-aged man looking up at the ceiling at 45° angle and smiling slightly. His face was nothing except fat. His head was naked and had no hair. Even his eyebrows looked very light and slightly funny.

"Didn't you say he's very busy?"

"He is very busy because he has the word "busy" in his name." After laughing apologized, the waiter pointed to Chef Shamatt and said, "This is the chef in charge - Fang Bin. Talk quickly, don't let the shopkeeper discover it."

"Why did your parents name it? I feel very unhappy..." Fang Xian muttered and walked to Fang Bun and shook his hand, "Can you talk?"

I saw Fang Kuang sighed—

"The peach blossoms are laughing in the Taohuawu, and the cuckoos in the Humble Administrator's Garden is pretty."

"It's suspected that I'm in a fairyland, and I dreamed of going back to Jiangnan in the third hour."

Listening to these ups and downs, Fang Xian felt that his more than ten years of study had been wasted.

"What's the matter with your son?" The chef continued to look up at the ceiling, looking like a master. As a fat white man, he did not have the feeling of being a fat white man at all. Perhaps all educated people would be like this.

Fang Xian had to integrate into the sentiment of the cultural chef: "I would like to ask Brother Fang for two questions, and I hope I can give you advice."

The chef smiled and waved his arms: "It's not a question of giving advice, but it's okay."

"Where are you from?"

"..." The chef thought he wanted to talk about some poetry, songs, but he didn't expect that the brother was so vulgar, but he still had to answer questions. "Fang was born in Sichuan. He traveled to Hunan, Guangdong and other places in his youth. Later, he was displaced to Jiangsu and Zhejiang. He was fortunate to enter Lin'an Da Nei a year ago. However, he made a big mistake and was demoted from Da Nei, so he had to commit himself to a small shop in Suzhou."

"Brother, say slower, I'm slower."

So the chef said it again.

Fang Xian thought about it and said that this is a master, who is proficient in Sichuan cuisine, Hunan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, etc., and has also been an imperial chef. Whenever he goes to a restaurant in modern times, he will be the chef.

"Brother Fang is low-key enough, so I'm going to ask the second question."

"please."

"What mistake did you make in Danai?"

“…Can you not talk about this?”

"I keep it confidential."

"Hey..." The chef looked melancholy, "Once the emperor had a small-scale dinner with all the nobles, and asked me to make a fresh extraterritorial dish. The fresher the better, the more strange the better. I made one... Can I stop talking about this part?"

"It's all about this, so let's have a good time."

"Well, I made one for them-fried water cockroaches."

"Pu..." Fang Xian felt at this moment that it was not necessarily a good thing to let a chef have too many things. After a brief thought, he asked, "How big is the water cockroach?"

The chef gestured as big as an oval.

"Who dares to eat this size? They just don't eat it, so why would you degrade?"

"Young Master doesn't know that I have improved the water cockroaches. Our Chinese dishes are both colorful, fragrant and delicious. So I processed the fried cockroaches, removing the head, tail, and removing the legs. Then dyed and seasoned with mustard juice, and spelled radish flowers and other things next to it."

"Then what?"

“然后他们都吃了,连汤都舔了,说很好吃,就问我这是什么做的,我如实说了,就被揍了一顿轰出来了.”

"Hey... they don't understand. Water cockroaches are rich in protein." Fang Xian patted Fang Bin's shoulder, "Brother Fang, I already know your situation. Let's leave here, there will be a period of time later."

After talking, Fang Xian strode away.

Fang Bu Bu was puzzled and felt that this person was sick and ran here to talk nonsense when he was idle. I wonder if he was very busy.
Chapter completed!