Yu Jian ordered agarwood, borneol, sandalwood and other spices online. She thought Zhou Xiaoyan's idea of incense was a good one, but she felt that the fragrance was a bit lacking.
In her early years, she had a very good relationship with the eunuchs in the palace. The eunuchs especially liked to eat the cakes she made and were good at making incense, so he wrote her a recipe for incense, which is said to be the incense from Kaiyuan Palace.
It's just that the materials are complicated and the methods are complicated. Yu Jian doesn't know if he can make it, so he can only give it a try.
While I was studying agarwood with Zhou Xiaoyan, the kitchen alarm rang, and it was time to refrigerate the raw pickled food.
Yang Jianxin, as the confidant of Lan Tingxuan chef, is currently working as a "spy". He happened to make a dinner reservation for his father at Yu's restaurant, and was ordered to do so at the last moment, so he could only shamelessly participate in a gathering of old men.
"Lao Yang, is this your son? He's so old... Where does he work? Have you met a partner? When are you planning to get married?" He asked three questions in a row, and hit him three times in a row.
Yang Jianxin grimaced, thinking to himself why he came to deliver this person's head?
And...and his goddess Zhou Xiaoyan was still watching from the side. He twisted his face and leaned in uneasily, really wanting to hide himself.
Yang's father ordered the dishes in advance, and Zhou Xiaoyan served them tea. Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped again. Yang Jianxin raised his hand lowly and said in a low voice: "I heard you have oysters, the last one...
"Blinked at Zhou Xiaoyan.
Zhou Xiaoyan suppressed a smile and nodded. It seemed that she was sent by Chef Tang again.
"Ajian, please add a serving of raw pickled oysters to table No. 1." Yu Jianguo glanced at the order that was delivered and said.
"Know it."
Yu Jianping picked the dinner plates for Yujia Restaurant one by one. They fit the temperament of the restaurant, and were elegant and simple. Yu Jian picked up a large spoonful of oysters from the raw pickling box, put them on a white porcelain plate, and used
Spoon a little marinade on the soup, add a small green flower made of coriander, and ring the serving bell.
Yang Jianxin felt that there was a high probability that he would not be able to go back to deliver business today...
Why? Because he feels that his Chinese stomach is more suitable for the raw marinated oysters in front of him. Of course, this does not mean that the cheese baked oysters made by Chef Tang are not delicious. It is just that people are partial. He just likes Chinese food more.
And... the old men at the table were squealing as they ate, their eyes glancing at the last oyster on the plate, for fear of being robbed of the opportunity by others.
He silently took out his mobile phone, clicked a photo, and shared it in Lan Tingxuan's public applet. It didn't matter, he was a man with a vest anyway.
Someone quickly replied: [! Is this the raw pickled oyster next door? 】
Yang Jianxin said proudly: [I was the first one to eat it~ The oyster meat is like a water balloon that pops when you poke it. It is heavily embellished on the tip of the chopsticks. The sauce is a bit spicy, and the oyster meat is crispy, tender and sweet... In one word,
Cool!】
I couldn't say enough, so I clicked the keyboard again: [It also came with a small pot of hot rice wine, and my dad and his friends were all drunk.] I took an ugly photo of the old man.
[Envy... I also want to be like those old men.] Someone else replied.
As a result, when he put down the phone and looked at the porcelain plate, there was only a little bit of soup at the bottom. Where was the last oyster? It was there a second ago! He looked at them one by one clockwise, and saw his father satisfied
He took a sip of wine and smacked his lips.
Yang Jianxin:……
What he didn't expect was that just two days after he posted these remarks, the first oyster war broke out in the public account, and the opponents were customers who had eaten two oyster dishes at the same time.
After the quarrel, some people couldn't bear it anymore and held a temporary vote. As a result... the raw pickled oysters from Yu's Restaurant narrowly won by one vote.
Now, Tang Yuan's face turned ugly, as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.
On the public account of his own restaurant, there are always people discussing other restaurants, but it turns out that the food he cooks is not as good as others.
Shi Ke was so determined that he threw away his cell phone and rushed to Yu's restaurant angrily. He sat down at the most conspicuous table in the hall and waved his hand: "Call Uncle Jianguo and Uncle Jianping to come out!"
The restaurant had just closed, and the waiters left one after another, leaving only a few people to clean up. Yu Jian happened to be fine, so she helped Zhou Xiaoyan pay the bill.
Zhou Xiaoyan looked at Chef Tang's angry look and guessed that he was depressed again. She covered her mouth and laughed for a while, then she suppressed her laughter and wanted to go to the kitchen.
Yu Jian pulled her back and shook her head, saying that she didn't need to pay attention. Her impression of this man became even worse. He was just a big rude swine with no manners.
Tang Yuan waited for a while and found that no one was paying attention to him. He became even more angry. He slapped the table with his big hand and his voice became shrill: "Where are the people? Where have they gone?"
"You are here, do you have bad eyesight? You should go to the hospital as soon as possible..." By the way, take a look at your brain as well. Yu Jian thought in a wicked way.
"How do you talk?" Tang Yuan turned around, wanting to argue with the person who answered the call. When he saw it was Yu Jianguo's daughter again, his aura became a little weaker, and he said nonchalantly, "It's you... Where is your father?"
For some reason, in front of this girl, Tang Yuan always felt a little short of body and breath, and he was afraid that the girl would stare at him with her dark eyes like an abyss, and he would accidentally fall into it.
Yu Jian flipped the abacus in her hand without raising her head: "Not here."
Tang Yuan touched his nose, took a reluctant look at the back kitchen, and moved his steps carefully, obviously wanting to find out for himself.
A piece of rubber accurately hit the upper part of his shoe, bounced up and rolled along the terrain, rolling to the edge of the landscape pot and stopping.
"What's wrong with you? Why do you always like to run into other people's kitchens?" Yu Jian was really angry, and her voice became deeper and deeper.
Tang Yuan shrank his neck and felt an inexplicable coldness flash across his neck. He swallowed the words he was about to say and changed his words: "I just wanted to ask, are there any raw pickled oysters? My house...
…My sister asked me to take a copy back.”
Tang Jingling:????Qing me well??
Yu Jian hugged her chest and stared at his face, thinking carefully about his words. After a long time, she uttered: "Wait." She pushed open the door panel of the front desk and walked to the kitchen. She passed by him and looked at him with dark eyes.
When he glanced at it, Tang Yuan's hand behind his back nervously clenched his fist.
A few minutes later, she came out with a small bag, put it on the table at the front desk, and said to Zhou Xiaoyan: "Place the order, 88 yuan."
Ah? The price of this raw pickled oyster is only 38. Realizing that Yu Jian was not joking, Zhou Xiaoyan decisively wrote the order, secretly gave the little boss a thumbs up, and said sweetly to Tang Yuan: "Boss Tang
, pay here!”
As a result, Tang Yuan came out in a hurry without bringing his mobile phone with him. He went back dejectedly and took his mobile phone to pay for the order, and then finally took away the small packing box.
Lan Tingxuan was already empty. Tang Yuan sat quietly on the sofa in the small office and cursed slowly: "Fuck!"
He unzipped the plastic bag with his long fingers, opened the box, and broke open his chopsticks. He wanted to see what was so special about this oyster.
Putting the oysters dripping with sauce into his mouth, Tang Yuan's face changed drastically, incredible, unbelievable... Various emotions were repeatedly anxious, and finally merged into four words...