While eating, Deng Jiamao's confession was also quite useful, not only concerned about the time when the roses bloomed in the backyard of the inn, but also got Zhang Tong'er's birthday date from the mouth of the old Zhang Tou.

bumped the time together, took advantage of the situation to confess, and celebrated Zhang Tong'er's birthday by the way, the chance of success of this confession is very large.

The result was as he wished, and it was a success.

The candle was reinserted, and one person went to the Xiaoyao Inn to cut off the shop in the backyard through circuit control, and the candle flame flickered slightly in the darkness.

The person who lit the candle was Hu Junbiao, and Rao was a gentleman who had been in the wine field before, and so many people kept toasting at this time, which also made him a little sick to his stomach.

This Deng Jiamao also drank seventy-seven eighty-eight, and asked Hu Junbiao to light a candle for Zhang Tong'er with a big tongue, saying that it was thanks to Hu Junbiao's Easy Inn that he and Zhang Tong'er met.

Zhang Tong'er also nodded and took the initiative to ask.

It was difficult to refuse, Hu Junbiao couldn't refuse, so he had to hold on to a lighter and light the candle.

At this time, Hu Junbiao held the guitar and played the tune of "Happy Birthday". Deng Jiamao and others didn't know, but the song "Happy Birthday" was simple and easy to sing, and few tourists understood a little, clapping their hands and singing along.

"Make a wish. Deng Jiamao was like a monkey offering treasures, and after singing the song, he came to Zhang Tong'er's side.

Hearing this, Zhang Tong'er clasped his hands together and silently read his careful thoughts in front of the candle.

After a few times, he took a deep breath and blew out all the candles with a pout, Deng Jiamao was also constantly helping beside him, and he looked quite festive.

"Boss, I toast you. Deng Jiamao's tongue was a little knotted, his tongue was big and his face was red, and he even vomited with the smell of wine.

Brother Yang brought the old Yang Tou's daughter red has already been drunk by the tourists and the greedy old Zhang Tou, and even the general has the honor to taste a few sips, and most of the wine thieves have made the general a drunk dog.

At this time, he shook his body, his limbs could not support him, and he shook his head and gnawed on the bones.

Deng Jiamao and Hu Junbiao both held beer in their hands, and the latter was also simply clinking glasses, and the drunken Deng Jiamao climbed Hu Junbiao's shoulder with one hand and held the beer with the other.

"Boss, today, I have successfully confessed, you should also show your cooking skills, so that I and the tourists can satisfy their cravings. "Since Tian Ziyuan came, Hu Junbiao has been cooking less and less often, and some new tourists don't know that this boss is also a hidden chef.

At this time, as soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes were cast. Tian Ziyuan had a smile in his mouth, and the old man looked greedy, Hu Junbiao said with a smile: "Okay, I'll go get a dish to relieve everyone of the smell of meat and wine." ”

Hearing this, Deng Jiamao smiled triumphantly.

Hu Junbiao walked back to the Xiaoyao Inn and walked into the kitchen, and his mind leaned into the Lingquan pot, where the stream was bubbling and flowing, chickens, ducks and geese were running around, and the planted vegetation was also new and old.

I took out some cabbage, poked into the dirt and took out a crockpot, opened the lid of the crockpot, and the smell of pickles came out instantly.

The taste of pickles, acetic acid, sour and vinegar sour, as soon as it comes out, it sours the whole kitchen.

With a bit of the breath of old pickles, Hu Junbiao thought of doing it a few days ago, put it in the Lingquan pot and relied on the change of time and space flow rate, and took it out to become an old pickle in Chentan.

Outside the backyard, singing, dancing, and wine glasses clashing, the sound is unconscious, and the laughter, roar, and command are like thunder.

Wine and food, enough wine, full of rice, Tian Ziyuan's craftsmanship has nothing to say, and Lao Yangtou's daughter Hong also has nothing to say, everyone will let go when they are full of wine and food, and there will be more jokes between each other.

Deng Jiamao and Zhang Tong'er looked at each other, and their eyes seemed to melt into water.

"What do you say Boss Hu is going to cook this time?" Lao Zhangtou also had a slight communication with Tian Ziyuan, and at this time he sat next to Tian Ziyuan and asked.

"The owner's cooking skills are immeasurable, I can guess where I can. Tian Ziyuan's words are not false, the longer I get along with Hu Junbiao, the more I feel that Hu Junbiao is unfathomable.

His own master can't give him such a feeling, these days, he has several times in his heart to have the idea that Hu Junbiao's cooking skills are more advanced than his master's cooking skills, but every time he thinks about it, he is quickly cut off.

Because his master is a chef in the kitchen industry, and Hu Junbiao is young and terrifying, at best he can be regarded as a rookie in the kitchen industry.

"Well, there's a sour smell of old vinegar. "I've been a chef for a long time, and my sense of smell is also very sensitive, and I smell the smell of pickles right now. Tian Ziyuan took two breaths like a soil dog, and couldn't help but sigh: "The taste of this pickled vegetable, just by virtue of the fragrance that comes out, is twice as pure." ”

"It's quite a bit of an age. ”

Lao Zhangtou's nose was not as sensitive as Tian Ziyuan's, and he couldn't smell it, so he made up a few words, "Where's it, where is it?"

But before this doubtful sentence landed, I saw Hu Junbiao holding a plate with some pickles on it.

The radish cucumber has been pickled at this time, and the color has changed slightly, but because it is produced in the Lingquan pot, the fragrance in the space has not dissipated.

Mixed with the sour smell, I want to make people drool when I ask.

"This is the cabbage I pickled before, you eat it first, and then two people will come with me to the kitchen to get it. Hu Junbiao put two stacks of plates on the table, the things are produced in the Lingquan pot, and the pickling in the Lingquan pot is also quick, and there is nothing distressed or distressed, anyway, it is enough to manage and be full.

"Master Tian has made a lot of big dishes, presumably everyone wants to eat vegetarian dishes after drinking wine and eating meat, but the vegetarian ones have long been robbed, and they are a little uncomfortable. I'm not going to make big dishes later, let's make some vegetarian dishes for everyone to eat. ”

It takes time to cook, let alone the food of so many people, so Hu Junbiao took out this pickle first for emergency. Just looking at the stacks of pickled vegetables on the table, the fragrance is full of fragrance, and the sour taste makes those who originally felt that they were already full of stomach a little hungry at this time.

I can't wait to go up and take a bite.

Tian Ziyuan stepped forward and took a look.

Although the radish was pickled, it was extremely white, and the pieces were as white as jade snow, and the street lamps were illuminated with mist. When I got closer, I saw that the sour, salty and fresh flavors that belonged to pickles instantly hit the tip of my nose.

These flavors converge, but at the same moment the strange detonation, the smell of the old altar instantly flourished, and the moment is to give people a wonderful feeling of soaring into the sky and smashing into the heavenly palace in the sky.

The taste is tempting, like a bombshell.

Tian Ziyuan, Lao Zhangtou, and all the gluttonous gluttons present were all saliva quietly, with a pair of eyes staring at their heads, as if they were reading the beauty of the country and the city, and their eyes did not turn a little.