After eating, the enthusiastic Hu Wenbo wanted to take the two of them to sing and drink tea again, Bian Rui had this kung fu, he really went to sing and drink tea with him, and his weekend restaurant would not be opened.

Finally got rid of the enthusiastic Hu Wenbo, Bian Rui directly left Mo Sheng in Mingzhu, and he drove back to the village.

Originally, I was going to go into the mountains to pick some mountain treasures or something, but now Bian Rui himself is impossible, fortunately, two days ago, I asked a few grandparents to do a favor, and I helped find it while I was herding sheep, this time Bian Rui didn't need to be too rare, just some common mushrooms and mushrooms or something, of course, it would be great if there were good goods.

Because the people who supply themselves are now selling good things to the people in the provincial capital who come to work here, and Bian Rui has not entered the old forest, so this Rui is ready to let the meat dishes sing a big show, with the shredded chicken produced in the village as the protagonist, and have a whole chicken feast, steaming, stewing, and roasting.

Don't think that Bian Rui is fooling the guests, in fact, this hand is not worse than the usual craftsmanship, because sometimes you have to make the chicken taste not like a chicken, some people say that this is not boring, the chicken tastes like celery, why not just eat celery? To be honest, Bian Rui does not know, the happiness of rich people is not something that ordinary people can experience.

As for why the ancestor was so bored to create this kind of dish, Bian Rui estimated that he had lived too long and was idle.

When I got home, Bian Rui's grandmother had already sorted out the things picked by Bian Rui's grandfather and a few old brothers, because the places where several old people herded sheep did not go deep into the old forest, so all the fungi they picked were general, and there was no good thing, not to mention any precious specialty mushrooms, not even morels.

Bian Rui took something home, dug a pit directly on the stump, and then planted these fungi on the stump, poured space water to see if these things could grow again, who knew that the mushrooms would grow quite big when the water was watered, but there was no door to plant them, and Bian Rui didn't expect this thing to grow in the space, and the wood in the space was not rotten and hairy.

After working for a while, I was stunned to make more than two catties of fungi into more than five catties, everyone may think that this is a good thing, but some of the fungi are too old to eat, so Bian Rui had to throw away almost four-fifths, which means that there is more than one catty left in the end, that is to say, he has been busy for a long time.

After dinner at home, Bian Rui drove to Mingzhu, tomorrow is the weekend, Bian Rui's restaurant still has to open, the old guests are waiting for it, and the seats are all booked, so it's not okay not to go. Bian Rui is not a child, if he doesn't want to work, he can pretend to be sick or something, and if he passes the level of others, he can't pass his own level.

The whole chicken feast went smoothly, and the guests were full of praise.

Bian Rui took Mo Sheng and bowed to all the guests and thanked them for their praise.

"Xiaobian, can I ask for a recipe for this stewed shredded chicken, and let our cook make it when I go back, two meals a week, and wait for the next time I eat your whole chicken feast, maybe I will get next year."

An old lady surnamed Fang said.

Bian Rui didn't know what Mrs. Fang's name was, she usually ate and left, and Bian Rui was not easy to inquire, but from the fact that she was very familiar with the old men, and many old men called Sister Fang, she knew that the old lady's identity was not bad.

"What's wrong with this, I'll write down the method of doing it later, and I'll give you any materials to use!" Bian Rui said with a smile.

"It won't make a difference."

Mrs. Fang is also a particular person, for fear that Bian Rui gave herself a prescription that should not be shown to herself in order to please herself, so she didn't know how to give Bian Rui a gift in return.

In fact, it's not that she doesn't know how to give, but the old lady is afraid that Bian Rui will find her to do something, although she has few things that she can't do on Mingzhu's side, but at her age, it is very shameless to open her mouth to ask the little brothers to do things and refuse, so the old man doesn't want to invite this trouble.

Bian Rui didn't care about these at all, he wanted to live a simpler life than the old lady.

"You can rest assured, I said ugly things here, even if you let your chef see it here, he can't make my taste, not that he doesn't do it well or anything, but the dishes want to do well, the choice of seasonings, the control of the heat, the whole twenty processes down, thirteen flavors, the time of each ingredient should be exquisite, your chef makes sixty percent of the taste, then you can hire someone" Bian Rui said confidently.

Old Mrs. Fang didn't believe it and asked, "Your recipe can't be written carefully?"

"Bian Ruidao, if you don't believe it, let your cook come and watch it at night, if you learn six points, I will exempt you from a year's order."

It's not that Bian Rui is arrogant, but there are some things that others can't have. Not to mention anything else, it's just a pickled old lady's cook who blindly pickles space water and can't help it, without space water and submerged, the shredded chicken can't get rid of the fishy smell of the meat, and if you can't eat it, you can't eat it, but put it in this light shredded chicken soup, a little bit of the fishy smell of the meat, and the gap in the mouth of the glutton is calculated in kilometers.

This dish looks simple, a small bowl of amber soup, with a small four-leaf green cabbage heart floating on it, and a dozen or so chicken shredded chicken as thick as vermicelli, like white jade, but it is refreshing and lubricated in the mouth, first it is faintly sweet and bitter, then slightly sweet, and then it has a little glutinous aroma of meat, and finally ends with a trace of sourness.

Seeing that there is nothing, eating the intersection of all kinds of flavors is the top display of the chef's skills, this hand was easily learned, and Bian Rui was beaten so many times when he was a child.

Old Madam Fang is really embarrassed, how could she send a cook over, that would be too unsophisticated.

Although she likes to eat Bian Rui's dishes, it doesn't mean that she is willing to cause trouble to Bian Rui, so the relationship with Bian Rui in the past was strictly defined between the restaurant owner and the diners. If it weren't for the fact that she liked this dish too much today, she wouldn't have opened her mouth to ask Bian Rui for a recipe.

"Sister Fang, why don't you send a cook, even if you learn halfway, it's good to bother us when we're fine" Old Man Zhou immediately sent a ladder to the old lady when he saw it.

"That's right, Sister Fang, let's go to your house to play cards in the future, and we can find a good reason, otherwise my wife will not be able to come out," Old Man Liu also said happily.

Old Madam Fang smiled: "You are all so old, and you are still in such a tight care, who are you fooling, it is estimated that those people in your family will be upset when they see you."

Hahaha!

There was a burst of laughter in the hall.

Bian Rui didn't laugh, he just felt that this meeting was really boring, and the status and identity of having a meal were vividly displayed.

No matter who the old lady was, Bian Rui didn't think about begging people, waiting to send the guests away one by one, Bian Rui sat down and wrote down the process and materials of the production, and then handed it to the old lady.

sent the old lady out of the door, and happened to meet Yan Lan who came back.

When Yan Lan saw the old lady, her face was as surprised as a deer and she jumped up and down to the old lady's side: "Aunt Fang, why are you here?"

Mrs. Fang was also quite strange: "What are you doing here, little girl?

Yan Lan smiled: "If I want to eat it later, he will have to do it." Let me introduce, Aunt Fang, this is my husband, Bian Rui. Bian Rui, this is my aunt, our two families used to be neighbors, and my father and the deceased Uncle Wang were good friends."

"You're Xiaolan's husband?"

The old lady seemed to have discovered some strange scene, and looked at Bian Rui repeatedly for a minute, and Bian Rui felt hairy in his heart, a bit like he had become a brown giant panda in a cage, and the people outside the cage looked surprised, as if they were thinking about how this was possible.

Mrs. Fang turned to Yan Lan and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, get in the car and talk to Auntie?"

Yan Lan responded, and then smiled at Bian Rui.

"Go ahead!" Bian Rui said.

Old Mrs. Fang pulled Yan Lan into her car, waited for the door to close, and then asked Yan Lan, "Do your parents know?"

Yan Lan said: "I know, my dad and he are still friends for the New Year, they spend more time together than me, and the two of them have nothing to drink wine and paint and ink." When my mom thought about it, she said that the two of them were like celebrities."

The old lady sighed when she heard this: "Your father is still like this, maverick, but at least better than the old man in our family, he thinks so hard all day long, and he hurts his life."

"Don't be sad, Aunt Fang, you have time to play with my mother. But now she doesn't live in Mingzhu, in my husband's hometown," Yan Lan said.

"Your mother doesn't object?" asked Old Lady Fang again.

Yan Lan said: "How can my mother take care of me now and take care of her two little babies wholeheartedly."

"You have children?"

"No, no, we just got married, and it's been less than a month" Yan Lan's face turned red.

Old Mrs. Fang said again: "Your brother's child, no, how old is your brother, or your Xiaohui is married?"

"No, don't guess, my mother now has two bears, and she takes them as grandchildren all day long, so the baby is amazing," Yan Lan replied.

Old Lady Fang sighed, she took it for granted that Yan Lan's mother had raised a big white bear, if it weren't for Bichon, this kind of dog with a bear name, Old Lady Ren would never have thought that Yan Lan's mother, Yu Chunmei, would raise two real bears.

The two chatted in the car for an hour, and in the end, the driver reminded the old lady to pay things back in the afternoon, and the old lady let go of Yan Lan.

When Yan Lan entered the door, Bian Rui was busy with a few tables of guests at night.

"Finished talking?" Bian Rui asked.

Yan Lan hummed, saw Mo Sheng come over and pulled out a chair for herself, and sat down after saying thank you.

"Why don't you go upstairs and sleep for a while?" Bian Rui asked.

Now Bian Rui doesn't have much time to chat with his daughter-in-law, and if he doesn't prepare for the evening, he won't be able to hold a banquet.

"I'll go home and wait for you, you'll go over when you're done here" Yan Lan saw that Bian Rui was really busy, so she decided to go home.

Bian Rui was just about to nod his head when he heard his mobile phone ringing and motioned for Mo Sheng to take a look.

"Master, it's Mr. Wen Shizhang's phone," Mo Sheng ran over and glanced at the screen and said.

Bian Rui listened, wiped his hands, and took the phone.

"Hello"

"Bian Rui, do you have time next Wednesday?"

Bian Rui asked, "What's the matter?"

"I want to make a record of guqin songs, and now I have six pieces, and I hope you can come and play two of them with me......."

When Bian Rui heard Wen Shizhang say this, Bian Rui originally wanted to refuse, but Wen Shizhang had already guessed this, and directly asked Bian Rui to come to record it, and pulled out the banner of promoting Chinese culture.

In the end, Bian Rui had no choice but to respond.

"Recording a tune?"

"Who knows which one of the world's chapters is crazy" Bian Rui washed his hands again and continued to work.

(End of chapter)