Zhao Han is the second son of Prince Xincheng.

Wang Guoguo is the second daughter of the Prime Minister's family.

Both of them were nobles, and Wang Guoguo was fine. Although she lived in the Prime Minister's Mansion, she was frugal. She had a normal amount of food and clothing since she was a child.

Zhao Han was different. He was the youngest son, not the prince. He was deeply loved by his parents. No matter how frugal the family was, he would not be frugal. He had eaten all the delicacies from all over the mountains and seas since he was a child. However, he had a good tongue. If the food at home tasted a little wrong, he would have to face cold for a long time. Later, he developed a poisonous tongue. He was a little unhappy and buried the chef at home so much that he wanted to go to the well immediately.

In the past two years, the couple liked to go out to find food, and used the power of his savage tongue to the restaurant outside, which made the chefs at home breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhao Han and Wang Guoguo are now well-known figures in the Qinxing circle in Beijing. The couple are very picky and the ingredients are expensive. They think that they are not good at craftsmanship and cannot even play the taste of the ingredients themselves. The ingredients are more ordinary. They also despise the chefs cutting corners, just to save money and do not care about diners at all.

“…”

The couple both have a keen tongue. Even if it is a poisonous tongue, it is always meaningless and cannot refute it.

When the old dog saw the two of them entering the door, he couldn't help but frown and turned his head to wink Qiu Li.

Qiu Li: "??"

She shrugged, walked over and burned the cup for Zhao Han and Wang Guoguo, and poured them tea.

Old dog: "…"

He wanted Qiuli to say to the little lady, and Xie Chu made two difficult customers for them, or came up with an idea, and just invited the person out politely.

The little lady had a good banquet, and people were disturbed. Wouldn't she be upset?

Seeing that although the waiter here used women, he was quick and careful in his work, Zhao Han nodded: "Even if this dish is not delicious, at least it is clean..."

While talking, Cherry brought people with him and came over with a row of stewing pots.

Compared to those commonly used in Beijing restaurants, there is an extra layer of shelf outside. There is a small charcoal furnace underneath. I don’t know what kind of charcoal is used for the charcoal furnace. There is no smoke, but it has a scent that seems to be there or there is no fragrance.

Zhao Han smiled disapprovingly: "I am used to working on these meticulous things."

He didn't take it seriously.

When it comes to ingredients such as sea cucumbers and abalone, the best one is his chef. Even the imperial chef is far behind his chef.

His father didn't like other foods, but he only had seafood, and precious ingredients that were hard to see elsewhere in the capital. They had to make them every day in their kitchen.

The so-called practice makes perfect. I have never seen a chef with such ingredients a few times, but it is incomparable to the chefs who make them all day long.

Qiu Li and the others placed the stew pots on the guests' table one by one. There were six stew pots that came out first. Dr. Ye was sitting at the front. He picked up the veil and lifted the lid. He smiled and said, "It's just waiting for me. Hehe, this free meal is delicious no matter how delicious it is!"

As soon as the lid was lifted, the breeze blew gently, and the rich fragrance dispersed, and the whole garden suddenly became quiet and silent.

After a while, the diners were in an uproar: "My God! Why is this so fragrant?"

Zhao Han also stood up suddenly, his nose twitched, and his mind was dizzy, and his saliva was flooded, and he didn't even dare to say anything, for fear that a mouth would flow into a river.

Valley

Qiu Li chuckled: "This dish is 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall'. The only dish at the banquet today. The rest are staple food and snacks. Please try it slowly."

If you change to another time, you will be served with a dish at a banquet. Even if it is a big dish, you will be criticized by the gourmets present and will die of shame.

But at this moment, no one had the heart to pay attention to Qiuli. Anyone who had a stew pot on the table had blue lights coming out of their eyes. They couldn't wait to open the lid and scoop out a spoonful of thick paste broth and put it in their mouths.

"Um!"

The delicious, thick soup rolled on the tip of the tongue, which was so hot that no one could speak, but no one was willing to open his mouth, letting the freshness roll into his stomach along his throat, and then rushed straight to the top of his head. Several diners' faces suddenly turned red, their eyes scattered, tears rolled down, but a bright smile appeared on the corner of their mouths. This crying and laughing look was a bit crazy.

Fortunately, the law did not blame the crowd. The guests in the room were the most reserved, and the collars were unbuttoned, making their faces flushed when they were eaten.

Zhao Han slapped the table suddenly, his cheeks flushed with anger, and he shouted: "Where is my food? What kind of Buddha jumps over the wall? Why don't I have mine?"

Old dog: "…"

Qiu Li was obviously used to this situation and quickly comforted her: "Please wait for a while, and it will be fine soon."

Zhao Han hummed, sat down and pinched the chopsticks, stared at the table next to him while eating, and a particularly happy smile appeared on the noodles. He opened his mouth and did not scold anyone, but said, "Then you guys hurry up, this is not..."

It’s not tormenting if you can smell it or not eat it!

Zhao Han could only pour himself a cup of tea and ate a piece of ordinary pea yellow pea.

"Hey, this tea is not bad."

He had never seen the tea when he came in and saw it, but after all, it was a restaurant, not a place where tea was sold, so he didn't say much.

Zhao Han has a strange temperament. He just eats, and drinks tea. When he goes to the teahouse, he will not criticize others for their poor food. When he goes to a restaurant, he will not say that others’ refreshments are too bad.

However, he didn't want to touch the tea.

At this moment, he took a sip on his own, but Zhao Han stretched his eyebrows and praised: "At this time, I should really drink such vegetarian tea."

Any turbidity of tea may stain your tongue and affect diners to taste the delicious dishes.

The tea is just right now.

Diners at other tables couldn't help but nod and praise.

"Eat a few bites of soup, rinse the tea and use it before using it. The taste is very different, each with its own deliciousness!"

Doctor Ye nodded repeatedly and laughed, "Sure enough, this dish is enough. One dish can taste hundreds of flavors. Where do you need more?"

The diners were admiring for a while.

Boss Xin and the boss’s wife of the teahouse came to help early this morning, and they prepared the tea and snacks on the tables of diners.

Although they had prepared the refreshments as much as possible, they were still uneasy. The young lady refused to let them go to a location like Fruit and other places to seek help from others, so they could only guard them with fear. Boss Xin originally planned to go out and let the diners vent their anger, and not write down the sins on the young lady. As for the couple, they are thick-skinned and not afraid of scolding.
Chapter completed!