I don’t even want the name of the restaurant that has been handed down from my family, so why not change the place?
The shopkeeper responded hurriedly.
"...My godfather also said that when the time comes, he will come to support us, and our Dou family will become a famous store in Beijing." Dou Qiye said and smiled.
His laughter was interrupted by the question from the store clerk outside.
"What's the matter?" Dou Qiye asked unhappily.
The waiter came in timidly and told the story.
"Maybe the meat we use is not fresh..." the shopkeeper said in a low voice.
Dou Qiye's eyes widened.
"Have you been using stale meat lately?" he asked in a low voice.
"The dosage is too large, and we can't supply it at the moment, so I use it occasionally." The shopkeeper said with a bit of sarcasm, "However, I can't taste it even after washing it..."
Dou Qiye glared at him.
"Be careful, don't get into trouble," he said.
Lien, the shopkeeper, said so.
"Then let the cook go?" the waiter asked.
"Go, let's go if she asks. As for what we say when we go, aren't we the ones who decide?" Dou Qiye said with a nonchalant smile.
The guy was stunned.
"Yes, yes, Master Qi is wise." He praised repeatedly.
Being complimented by a young boy is nothing to be proud of.
"Get out of here, you idiot." Mr. Dou Qi cursed with a smile.
The fool who rolled down quickly called the cook and came to Cheng Jiaoniang with the meat and the knife.
The cook was very unhappy and curtly saluted after entering.
"Madam, this is all fresh rabbit meat. I cut it all in the back." He puffed up his cheeks and said while pushing a whole rabbit over. "Look, it's fresh."
It turns out that's why I'm a very picky eater.
Liu Lang, who had been standing outside the door watching, withdrew his gaze and turned around.
The waiter in the room sighed, and Saturday Lang looked over again, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
What is this woman going to do?
"Madam, this is no fun." The cook was startled and shouted quickly, looking at the little lady in front of him who picked up the knife and rabbit meat.
Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at him.
"Watch it," she said, "I will only do it once."
Looking? What are you looking at?
Except for the maid, the other three people were puzzled.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised the knife and dropped it.
The waiter and the cook both sighed.
"Madam..." The waiter was at a loss and wanted to dissuade him, but the cook suddenly stopped talking.
Liu Lang thought of something, his face changed slightly, and he took a step forward involuntarily.
Following Cheng Jiaoniang's movements, slices of rabbit meat were piled up on the plate, in various shapes and forms, which was in sharp contrast to the haphazardly piled up rabbit meat in chunks or slices on the plate next to it.
"Good... knife skills." The cook murmured, as if he was thinking of something but didn't understand. He looked up at Cheng Jiaoniang, her fat body gradually trembling.
Could it be...
"What?" Dou Qiye, who was holding a small wine bottle, suddenly sat up and asked in surprise.
"Yes, yes, the lady didn't ask anything, she just took the knife and sliced the rabbit meat." The waiter said.
"What does this mean?" Mr. Dou Qi was puzzled and smiled again, "Are you here someone who likes to cook your own food? Then why should we go to a restaurant?"
The shopkeeper was thinking intently on the side, and suddenly he made a sound.
"A girl?" he shouted.
The guy was shocked by him.
"Yes." He nodded repeatedly and added, "I also brought a maid with me..."
Before the waiter could finish his words, he was interrupted by a clap from the shopkeeper.
"Oh, could it be that lady is here!" he shouted, turned around and ran out.
He didn't even bother to confess to Dou Qiye. The clerk and Dou Qiye were very surprised.
What lady is here?
When the shopkeeper came over, Cheng Jiaoniang had already started mixing the sauce.
There was still no one talking in the room, only the sound of soup boiling in the charcoal stove.
Cheng Jiaoniang scooped out different amounts of oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and sesame oil one by one to mix. Cheng Jiaoniang stopped and glanced in front of her.
"Que, sesame," she said.
The cook stared at Cheng Jiaoniang's every move without blinking an eye, and when he heard the words, he woke up like a thunderbolt.
"Sesame, sesame!" he shouted tremblingly, "go get the sesame."
Only then did I realize that there was no waiter in the room. After being startled, someone shouted at the door.
"Go and get it!" The shopkeeper kicked the boy.
The little guy rolled around and crawled away.
The shopkeeper came in shaking his clothes, knelt down and kowtowed.
"I've seen my wife," he said tremblingly.
Master Dou Qi also came over and was a little confused when he saw this.
Did you know each other?
"Master Qi, this is the passing god." The shopkeeper turned around and introduced him.
The name "Passenger's Fairy" came from Dou Qiqi, because the shopkeeper said that the person who tasted this flavor was a passer-by. Of course, calling him a passer-by was too shabby, so he had an idea and thought of such a vulgar and grand name.
The passerby was a woman, and Dou Qiye naturally knew it, but he didn't expect to see the real person so soon.
What do you mean by this person? Do you want money?
Dou Qiye looked strange for a moment, but he quickly covered it up and knelt down to salute.
"It turns out she is the fairy lady." He said with a smile and an excited expression, "I have been looking for her in many ways, so thank you very much for your patronage again."
Cheng Jiaoniang ignored what these two people said. At this time, the waiter also brought some sesame seeds, and the maid reached out to take them.
Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand, pinched a little and sprinkled it into the bowl.
The cook was already stunned at this time, his body was shaking more and more, his eyes were looking around, and he seemed to be at a loss.
"Watch." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
This decisive sound made the cook concentrate.
"I will only do it once." Cheng Jiaoniang said again.
At this time, the cook finally understood it completely. He said ah and kowtowed without even thinking about it.
"Thank you madam, thank you madam for your advice, thank you madam for your advice," he said repeatedly.
The shopkeeper was also stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.
Master Dou Qi naturally understood. Surprise flashed in his eyes, but he was relieved immediately. He waved to the attendant next to him and whispered a few words in his ear. The attendant turned and left.
Their thoughts changed, but Cheng Jiaoniang still ignored it. She put down the prepared sauce and took the chopsticks.
The maid over there had already taken the initiative to cut a handful of green vegetables and put them into the pot. After rolling them for a few times, she picked up a piece of rabbit meat and put it into the pot.
The same was true for Cheng Jiaoniang. The master and servant began to savor the slow food under the steam and the gazes of several people.
Cheng Jiaoniang is a picky eater, but once she eats, she won't waste it.
It wasn't until the sun was setting and after finishing the last piece of meat and vegetables that the master and servant put down their bowls and chopsticks, and then saw the three people in the room who were still looking at them blankly.
"Oh, I forgot to mention it." Cheng Jiaoniang thought of something and said, "I'll eat it, so I don't need to read it."
Are you kidding me? I told you earlier...
The shopkeeper breathed out, and Master Dou Qi also breathed a sigh of relief. The two of them couldn't help but rub their sore eyes.
The cook kowtowed excitedly and thanked him again.
What I saw that day was the remnants of the bottom of the pot. If I had never seen it being made, I saw it today and realized that it was very different from what I had guessed. It was also more subtle. How to cut the meat, when to put the vegetables, and what to put in a single sauce.
Sesame seeds are enough to determine the life or death of a dish.
"Thank you madam for your advice, thank you madam for your advice." He would only repeat this sentence over and over again, "I understand, I understand."
"If you understand, go down and study quickly. Don't let your wife down." Master Dou Qi shouted.
The cook kowtowed in panic and left.
The shopkeeper personally took the waiters to clear the tableware and served tea himself.
When people left, he wanted to close the door, but looking at Liu Lang who was still standing by the door, the waiter hesitated.
Zhou Lang walked in, but he was not at the main seat. Instead, he sat down next to Cheng Jiaoniang.
Dou Qi and the shopkeeper secretly looked at each other, waved their hands, and the door was closed.
"Madam, this is our boss." The shopkeeper recommended.
Dou Qiye saluted.
"A certain Dou Qi, I met the lady." He said.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him, returned the gesture and said nothing.
"My lady is so smart, she has such a way of eating. This shop is really lucky." Dou Qi said with a smile, reaching out and pushing back a small box that the entourage just brought back.
"It's a little careful, I hope my wife doesn't dislike it," he said.
Cheng Jiaoniang just glanced at it and handed the teacup in her hand to the maid. The maid took it and brought some water. During this time, neither the master nor the servant spoke.
"Also, in the future, I will treat my wife as her own shop in this Immortal Residence. Please don't be polite." Dou Qi smiled and turned to look at the shopkeeper, "Make a note of it and tell the guys."
They all have their highlights, and the same goes for the new store.”
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her head and looked at him.
"New store?" she asked.
Dou Qi's eyes flickered.
"Yes, Mr. Liu, the school manager of Mi Pavilion, has said many times that my restaurant is located too far outside the city, and it is really inconvenient to eat there once. I happened to encounter a suitable restaurant for transfer, so I bought it. Our Shenxianju
We will move to the capital." He smiled and said, "My wife is from the capital, so it is more convenient."
When he spoke, he seemed to glance at Liu Lang casually, with a hint of pride.
Just now, the entourage had looked over and whispered that the carriage of this young man and the woman belonged to the Zhou family of General Guidelang in the capital.
A low-level military attache is nothing in the capital, let alone in front of the principal of the Secret Pavilion. There is really no need to mention it.
"No, the fun of this is to do it yourself." Cheng Jiaoniang said, sitting up straight.
Do you want to get up?
The conversation hasn't started yet?
Dou Qi and the shopkeeper were stunned for a moment, and sure enough they saw the maid helping Cheng Jiaoniang stand up.
"Madam." Dou Qi also quickly stood up and pointed to the box on the ground, "Isn't this too little?"
He smiled as he spoke and raised his hands.
"Come here and get it again..." he greeted.
"No need." Cheng Jiaoniang interrupted him, "This is not food made by me, but also learned by me. How can I exchange it for money?"
Dou Qi was stunned for a moment.
"This is not about money, it's about your heart and mind. Then please convey your thoughts to me." He said with a smile, full of sincerity, "What's more, Madam just taught us how to do it."
"When it comes to talent, it's not about money." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Dou Qi and the shopkeeper were stunned for a moment.
"Why?" the shopkeeper blurted out.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the emptied dishes and chopsticks and shook her head.
"What you did is really terrible," she said. (To be continued)
