Feng Danyuan thought of the flatbread he had been eating for two days and made a choice almost without thinking: "Let's go for the steamed noodles."
"Okay, dinner will be served in half an hour." Wei Zi put on an apron, washed her hands, and began to handle the ingredients.
The chef was originally lazy, but when he saw Wei Zi, who was concentrating on cutting vegetables, she was dignified, elegant and pleasing to the eye, he couldn't help but take a few more glances, and then he saw her skillful knife skills. He felt that this little lady was quite interesting, and she was very leisurely.
Then he came over to watch Wei Zi cooking.
"Aren't you from our county?" the chef asked.
"No, I came to visit relatives." Wei Zi said casually.
"I guess so, the people here are not so particular about cooking. Look at the radish you cut, it doesn't look like something to eat, but more like something for people to watch."
"My ancestral home is Jiangnan, and the food we eat here pays great attention to 'color, aroma, and taste.' The color is good and the taste is fragrant. It makes diners move their fingers, so they can taste the delicious food better."
"Let me tell you, it turns out that the young lady is from the south of the Yangtze River. I've also heard that people there are very particular about elegance when it comes to eating. The rough guys here don't understand. However, what you are cooking is our northwest cuisine.
Northwest cuisine is different, and the food is so delicious!"
"That's true. But today my husband and I are eating, so let's do it according to our taste." Wei Zi chatted with the chef for a few words, and felt that he was not a sneaky person, so he couldn't help but curiously asked:
"Your restaurant looks quite luxurious, why are there so few diners?"
"I'm just like you, I don't think it tastes good!" the chef said bluntly.
Wei Zi was surprised by the chef's frankness, thought about it, and said politely: "The taste is indeed a bit strong, and we can't get used to it."
The chef waved his hand nonchalantly: "Let's just say it tastes bad. I made it myself, but I don't know why. I want to ask why it tastes so bad? It's useless to make it delicious! People here are poor and can spend money to eat in restaurants.
How many people are there?”
"Then how do you keep running your restaurant?"
"The land on this street belongs to our landlord, and the building he built is also empty. Anyway, the restaurant business only needs to support a few of us, and we don't expect to get rich. Of course, we can't get rich either.
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"I heard that the imperial court exempted several border states from paying taxes for ten years, and also promoted trade with northern Xinjiang. Logically speaking, life here should be pretty good."
"Hey, the court is very generous about the duty-free grain. It can promote trade, but what can we do? We are poor and have nothing to sell to others! Besides, we are young men and have no one to fight and farm.
There is no one. You want to do business and let women and the elderly do it? Isn’t that nonsense!”
"Why are there so few men here?" Feng Danyuan asked.
"That's not the case in the past few years, but in the past ten years or so, maybe -" Halfway through the chef's words, he noticed that Wei Zi was not asking the question. He couldn't help but follow the sound and saw Feng Danyuan standing by the door.
It is as tall and straight as a pine tree, and its momentum is majestic and terrifying.
The chef couldn't help but trembled in his heart, this, what kind of big shot is this little lady's husband?
Looking at him again, how could there be such a good-looking man in this world?
