Li Dashao didn't dare to raise his head and knelt down to salute when he heard a female voice.
"I've tasted the food you cooked." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Li Dashao's heart lifted again.
It is said that this woman is the sister of the bosses. The first time I caught a glimpse of her was when I came to the door today and I took a sneak peek. If I thought she was my real sister, that would be a ghost.
Furthermore, it can be seen from the attitudes of the hosts that some are close to my sister, some love her, some are disdainful, but none are so respectful.
Li Dashao was a country cook who had never seen the world, but he was not a fool and had the shrewdness unique to country people. He quickly concluded that this woman was the real owner of the restaurant.
How was the meal?
Finally, the person who can really decide his fate has to speak.
"This is..." Cheng Jiaoniang said. She stopped talking and turned to look at the girl, "What's your name?"
The girl looked stunned and almost wanted to cry.
"Madam, my name is Banqin." She said aggrievedly, with a bit of pleading.
Madam, madam, don’t you want her?
Where is this? Why are you suddenly asking for your name again?
Li Dashao was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised his head and saw the woman sitting in front of him. He could see it more clearly now than when he took a sneak peek before.
Fourteen or fifteen years old, with a white porcelain face, big eyes, a chest-length plain skirt, and a blue satin blouse, sitting upright with his hands on his knees.
When he looked, the woman's eyes turned around, and Li Dashao was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head.
"You learn a few new dishes from her." Cheng Jiaoniang said, without going on about names or commenting on Li Dashao's dishes.
Li Dashao raised his head again and made a confused sound.
The girl hurriedly knelt down and came to greet Li Dashao.
"I'm Banqin." She said.
Li Dashao returned the gift in a hurry.
"My wife asked me to teach you some new dishes." The girl said, "I will stay in the kitchen here."
Li Dashao understood this time.
This is the newly hired cook! He is indeed going to be fired!
Liu Lang jumped off the horse, flicked the reins, and let the horse go.
A man and a woman came out of the concierge, looking a little haughty.
"We're not here to see you. We're just here to see Mrs. Cheng. Why are you trying to push us away?" they said.
Liu Lang, who had already walked over, turned back after hearing this and grabbed the man who was talking with his hands on his hips and his head raised.
The man was caught off guard and startled.
"What are you doing?" he shouted.
Before he finished speaking, the young man was practicing martial arts and had great strength. However, the middle-aged man's steps were frivolous. Accompanied by the screams of the woman who came with him, Zhou Zuolang dragged him to the door by his collar.
"Look, what's written on it?" Zhou Lang shouted.
The door plaque hangs high, and the two characters "Zhou Zhai" are newly painted on the New Year's Day, and the description is bright.
"Get out!" Zhou Lang shouted and pushed the man.
The man stumbled back and barely managed to stand, looking embarrassed.
"If anyone like this comes to your door again, you will not be allowed in." Zhou Lang shouted in a deep voice.
The concierge and others hurriedly responded in unison.
Zhou Lang walked quickly with a dark face, and when he arrived at his parents' house, he took a deep breath and put on a relaxed look.
"Sixth Young Master, Madam has a visitor." The maid came over to greet him and whispered.
"Are you looking for her again?" Zhou Lang asked with a snort.
The servant girl smiled.
"I'm not looking for her," she said, "but I'm here for her."
None of them mentioned her name, but they all knew who she was.
This is not the same. Nowadays, not all the people who come to their Zhou family come here for her.
Liu Lang took a deep breath and was about to turn around. The door of the room over there opened and two women came out.
"Madam, if you think about it again, our madam is very sincere..."
They kept saying to themselves that the door over there was already closed.
The two women turned around and curled their lips in displeasure.
"I'm just an aunt, not my parents. It's not like you have to make the decision in marriage." They muttered a few words and walked away quickly.
Saturday Lang looked at the two women.
"What are they here for?" he asked.
The maid looked around.
"I'm here to propose marriage to Mrs. Cheng." She whispered.
Zhou Lang was stunned for a moment, proposed marriage?
"...Ms. Cheng is fourteen years old, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she has reached the age where we should marry each other. But everyone knows what these people are thinking about. Women marry just to have peace of mind for the rest of their lives, especially for Mrs. Cheng.
It is even more difficult for people with old illnesses to find a good family. How can you feel at ease when you marry such a family..." the servant woman murmured in a low voice.
Liu Lang couldn't help but look back at the two women who had left, and then looked at his mother's living room.
Marry...
What the women want is nothing but a source of peace of mind.
A thought flashed across his mind, and Zhou Lang clenched his hands hanging by his side.
In Taiping Juli, Li Dashao left with the girl dejectedly, and the old shopkeeper was invited over.
"My boss, the most important thing is popularity, and to attract popularity, you must be novel." The old shopkeeper said straight to the point, "To be honest with my boss, Zuifenglou was famous because of the Dou family's ancestral sauce recipe.
, with these sauces, the food tastes great. Later, other people slowly figured out how to order the sauce, and our family was no longer unusual, so the business was getting worse day by day, until Master Sun made this pass.
Immortality suddenly flourished again."
The maid who had just arrived by car snorted when she heard this.
"It's not like he thought up the passing fairy," she muttered.
Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at her, but the maid was busy and stopped talking.
"Master, good people now have cooks, and the food is more exquisite than outside. People who come to eat outside are just for novelty. People who want to satisfy their hunger will not go into restaurants. They will just buy some from the vendors on the street with baskets. So,
We run a restaurant, firstly, to serve as a place for people to interact with each other, and secondly, to give people a fresh taste." The old shopkeeper continued, looking at the girl in front of him with emotion.
I don’t know whose young lady suddenly thought of opening this restaurant. What’s wrong with it? How can this restaurant industry be fun?
"That's it." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the old shopkeeper and nodded and said, "What you said is very good."
Xu Maoxiu looked at the old shopkeeper and smiled.
This old man has been submissive since he was invited, and he looks deaf and stupid. Unexpectedly, he understands in his heart that he doesn't talk to them so much on a daily basis. It turns out that he guessed that they are not the real owners, so there is no need to waste his words. Now in front of the real owners, he
Show your true skills.
This was recognized by the boss, but the old shopkeeper didn't feel like laughing.
People in the hall were talking, and footsteps sounded outside the door.
"Shopkeeper Wu, shopkeeper Wu." A male voice shouted outside.
The old shopkeeper frowned.
"Why is this little Sun Cai here again?" He said. Before he could speak, someone poked his head in.
"Shopkeeper Wu...ah, there are so many people."
This is a young man in his twenties. He is thin and has a big head. At first glance, he looks like a bamboo pole swaying like a ball on top. He is wearing a half-worn Taoist robe, which looks very funny.
When he saw clearly that there was a woman in the house, he was so frightened that he quickly retreated.
"What are you talking about!" Xu Bangchui yelled, stood up and stood by the door.
"I don't know, I don't know."
There was a panicked male voice outside the door, and there was also the sound of something clanging and clanging.
"When doing business, you open the door to welcome customers. How can you do this?" Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Xu Maoxiu glared at Xu Bangchui, stood up and walked to the door.
"Brother Sun, I'm sorry," he said.
"No, no."
The male voice outside the door said hurriedly.
"I just want to ask, do you want tofu today?"
"Little Suncai." The old shopkeeper sat up straight and said to the outside, "How many times have I told you that the tofu you have is really not delicious, don't sell it, don't do it either, it's better to farm honestly.
"
He said and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang again.
"This is Dalang's village. He originally went to be a Taoist priest. Later, the Taoist temple disbanded and he came back. I don't know who he learned the same weird craftsmanship. He made some kind of tofu from soybeans. He went around to buy it, but no one bought it.
Even at such an old age, he doesn’t even think about his livelihood..." he said. [Note 1]
Before she finished speaking, Cheng Jiaoniang spoke.
"I'll buy it," she said.
The people in the room were stunned for a moment, and no one responded.
"Tell him to come back, I want to buy something." The maid shouted in a loud voice.
The shouts frightened Brother Sun and he almost ran away. He was still a little trembling when he was carried into the house.
The maid dug out a piece from the tofu basket and brought it to Cheng Jiaoniang.
Cheng Jiaoniang took a bite with a spoon and tilted her head slightly.
The maid understood and hurriedly took the spittoon in the hall, and Cheng Jiaoniang vomited into it.
"Madam, I've tasted this before. Although it's edible, it's not very tasty," the old shopkeeper said.
Cheng Jiaoniang wiped her mouth and looked at the young Taoist priest kneeling in the hall.
"You did it?" she asked.
Brother Sun nodded, not daring to raise his head.
"I, I learned it from my master." He stammered, "We made it when we were refining alchemy. Although it doesn't taste good, it's good for your health."
"Little Sun Cai, if this is good for your health, your master will not die from taking the elixir." The old shopkeeper shook his head, "Speak politely and don't talk arrogantly."
Brother Sun lowered his head and did not dare to say anything more.
Cheng Jiaoniang stood up and walked over a few steps. People in the hall didn't know what she was doing and couldn't help but watch.
Cheng Jiaoniang stood in front of Brother Sun's basket, stretched out her hand to lift up the wet cloth, and looked at the tofu inside.
"Madam..." Brother Sun couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to buy tofu? It's really, really good."
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"Are you selling it?" she asked.
Brother Sun was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.
"Sell it, sell it, I make tofu for sale." He nodded and said repeatedly.
"No." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and said again, "Are you selling it?"
ah?
Brother Sun and everyone in the hall were stunned.
"Brother Sun, my wife is asking you, are you for sale?" the maid came back to her senses and asked suddenly.
The people in the hall suddenly understood and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang in disbelief.
Brother Sun was also shocked and looked up at the woman in front of him.
"You want to buy me?" he asked in a voice, pointing at himself.
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Note 1: It is said that tofu originated from the burning of elixirs by Liu An, King of Huainan in the Han Dynasty. Japanese scholars studied "Qing Yi Lu" and believed that it originated in the late Tang Dynasty. The above statement and "Qing Yi Lu" were all written by people in the Song Dynasty. Poems during the Song Dynasty
Records of tofu are prevalent in literature. The background in this article is simulated as the Tang Dynasty, so the popular theory version means that tofu has not yet entered the mainstream of cooking. (To be continued)
