Zhao Qingshan hurriedly gestured to silence: "You have nothing to do, just sit for a while, eat slowly, I'll go to the kitchen to stir-fry, and I'll come over and settle the payment for you later." ”

There are many guests, and the apprentices are too busy, so Zhao Qingshan must do the hard dishes.

He hurried away.

Wang Cuiyu was speechless, wasn't she in a hurry to receive the payment, with Li Chaoyang following, were she afraid that the Zhao family would not recognize it?

She was just anxious to know what kind of god Meng Po was!

She wanted to know if Mo Zhi was really sick, and whether the speculation of several of their female classmates that day was correct.

Those who are obedient and half-listened, scratching their hearts and lungs, can make people die in a hurry.

Li Chaoyang looked at it from the side and felt funny: "Xiaocui, don't you know Meng Po? ”

Wang Cuiyu didn't react, what does Jincun have to do with Fengdu?

Li Chaoyang sighed: "Fengdu ghost city, Meng Po is to pour Meng Po soup for those who are going to be reincarnated." Hey, don't be nervous, that's not true, it's just a legend, don't all the people of Fengdu live well! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, evil is invincible! Besides, how can there be ghosts in this world? Yes, they are also cowards!"

In normal times, Wang Cuiyu would have laughed a long time ago, but now when she heard the ghost word, her scalp was numb and she wanted to cry without tears - why did she still make a wish to gild the clay statue?

escaped under the clutches of the devil, how can he look back and thank the bad guys for not killing?

How good is that?

The waiter in the store brought them two stir-fried vegetables and a clear soup for this table: "The boss said it was given to you!"

Tender green and crisp shredded lettuce, stir-fried yellow beef with green asparagus, and cucumber slice soup are all Zhao Yuchu's signature dishes.

Li Chaoyang was happy: "Xiaocui, this boss is quite good at doing business, next time there is a good thing about delivery, just call me, be on call!"

Two people, sitting in a private room, a total of six dishes, look like ordinary ingredients, but they are packed on a pure white plate with gold edges.

The rule of Zhao Imperial Kitchen Hotel is that the Phnom Penh plate is a state-level craft, and it must be the chef's master.

This is the treatment of the guests, and it is very high.

Wang Cuiyu had something in her heart, her reaction was more than three beats slower, no matter how beautiful the dish was, she was not interested, and she didn't want Li Chaoyang to see that she couldn't swallow, so she scooped a bowl of soup and pretended to drink it, and praised it: "It's delicious." ”

Li Chaoyang quipped: "Xiaocui, you said that Boss Zhao went to Jincun to cook a banquet, did he also cook these dishes?

He felt that if Xiao Cui asked to follow, maybe Boss Xiao Zhao would find a way.

Working in a security company, this is still a hot eye, how to mix!

Wang Cuiyu shook his head: "I can't ask for leave." ”

She was afraid to see Mozhi.

I'm even more afraid of seeing the empty Jincun dwellings again.

The experience of going away and returning home with a bang makes me feel so ashamed when I think about it.

finally waited until Zhao Qingshan was free, it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening, and only Wang Cuiyu was still waiting to have something to ask.

"Boss Zhao, you said that Meng Po God, how did Jincun offer it? Is it offered in the temple? Is there a temple in Jincun? Is there a monk in the temple?"

Li Chaoyang was here just now, she didn't dare to be too eager, there was no one else in the private room at this time, so she threw out the questions she wanted to ask.

"I didn't pay attention to this, I was busy cooking as soon as I went, they didn't even let the apprentices take it, I had to do it myself, I just rode by in the village and saw that there seemed to be a temple, but I never saw a monk. Zhao Qingshan stopped, looked at Wang Cuiyu's smooth face, big watery eyes, and pink lips, and suddenly didn't want to say too much: "Or, I'll help you pay attention this time?"

He had never entered those small temples or ancestral halls, but before the feast began, he would be asked to fry a few dishes in a special small pot to cook a pot of soup, which I heard was for the gods......

It's not that he doesn't want to say this, it's that he doesn't want to say it now.

Wang Cuiyu stared at the floor in disappointment, and had to wait for several days, depressed: "Okay, then you have to look carefully! ”

Zhao Qingshan solemnly nodded and agreed: "Okay! You will come to me the day after tomorrow." ”

Wang Cuiyu raised his head: "Didn't you go the day after tomorrow, why did you come to you the day after tomorrow?"

Zhao Qingshan held it down and was full of joy: "I'm afraid I'll come back late." ”

Wang Cuiyu: "It's okay, don't you still have a supper at home? If you're not tired, I'll come." ”

Zhao Qingshan smiled: "Not tired, not tired, welcome at any time." ”

I'm not tired!

Unexpectedly, two days later, Wang Cuiyu did not come.

Two more days passed, and it still didn't come.

Zhao Qingshan couldn't sit still, so he decided to go to the door in person and tell everything he knew, including what the people in the village were not allowed to say.