Li Dasco didn't dare to raise his head, knelt down and saluted, and heard a female voice.

"I've tasted the food you cooked." Cheng Jianniang said.

Li Dasco's heart lifted again.

This woman is said to be the younger sister of the proprietors, and the first glimpse of it was a sneak peek when she came to the door today, and it would be hellish to say that this was her own sister.

Moreover, it can be seen from the attitude of the owners that there are those who are intimate, loving, and disdainful of their sisters, but there are no who are so respectful.

Li Dascoo is a country cook who has never seen the world, but he is not a fool, and has the shrewdness of a country villager, and he quickly concludes that this woman is the real owner of this restaurant.

How's the meal?

Finally, the one who can really decide his fate is about to speak.

"It's ......." Cheng Jianniang said, stopped talking, turned her head to look at the girl, "You, what's your name?" ”

The girl looked stunned and wanted to cry a little.

"Lady, the slave is called Banqin." She said aggrievedly, with a little pleading.

Lady, doesn't the lady want her?

Where's this? Why did you suddenly ask for a name again?

Li Dasco was stunned, subconsciously raised his head, and saw the woman sitting in front of him, compared to the previous sneak glance, he could see it clearly at this time.

Fourteen or fifteen years old, with a white porcelain face, big eyes, a chest-length plain skirt, a blue satin smock, hands on his knees, sitting upright.

He looked, the woman's gaze turned around, and Li Dascoo was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his head.

"You learn a few new dishes from her." Cheng Jianniang said, there was no further name, and she did not comment on Li Dasco's dishes.

Li Dasco raised his head again. Puzzled.

The girl sat down on her knees. Greet Li with a big spoon.

"I'm Banqin." She said.

Li Dasco hurriedly returned the salute in a hurry.

"Lady let me teach you a few new dishes." The girl said. "I'll stay here in the kitchen."

Li Dascoo understood this time.

This is the new chef! I'm really going to be fired!

Liuliulang jumped off his horse, shook the reins, and let the horse go on its own.

A man and a woman came out of the porter, a little arrogant.

"I'm not here to see you, we're just here to see Cheng Niangzi, and we're doing a lot of pushing." They said.

Liuliulang, who had already walked over, turned his head back when he heard this, and grabbed the man who was talking with his head crossed.

The man was caught off guard and startled.

"What do you do?" He shouted.

Before he finished speaking, the boy practiced martial arts. With a lot of strength, the middle-aged man was compared to the vague footsteps, accompanied by the screams of the woman who came with him, and was dragged to the door by the collar of Liulang.

"Look, what's written on this?" Saturday Lang shouted.

The door plaque is hung high, and the Zhou Mansion is newly painted for the New Year's Day, and the depiction is beautiful.

"Get out of here!" Liulang shouted, pushing the man.

The man stumbled back and barely stood still, looking embarrassed.

"If there is any more such a person coming to the door, no one will be allowed to enter." Liulang shouted in a deep voice.

The porter and others were busy in unison.

Saturday Lang walked all the way with a black face. When I arrived at my parents' house, I took a deep breath and changed into a relaxed expression.

"Sixth son. Madame has a guest. The servant woman greeted her and whispered.

"Looking for her again?" Saturday Lang asked with a snort.

The servant woman smiled.

"It's not like I'm looking for her." "But it's for her." ”

None of them mentioned their names, but they all knew who she was.

It's not all the same, not all of them who come to their Zhou family now are here for her.

Liuliulang took a deep breath and was about to turn around, when the door of the house opened, and two women walked out.

"Madam, if you think about it again, our lady is very sincere."

They said to themselves that the door had been shut.

The two women turned and pouted in displeasure.

"It's just an aunt, not a parent, and you don't have to be in charge of other people's family affairs." They muttered a few words and hurried away.

Liuliulang glanced at the two women.

"What are they here for?" He asked.

The servant woman looked left and right.

"I'm here to propose to Mrs. Cheng." She whispered.

Saturday Lang was stunned, proposing?

"....Cheng Niangzi is fourteen years old, and she has reached the age when she should say goodbye, which is not an exaggeration, but everyone understands what these people are thinking, women don't want to be at ease for a lifetime when they marry, especially for people like Cheng Niangzi who have old diseases, it is even more difficult to find a good family, how can you be at ease if you marry such a family..."The servant woman muttered in a low voice.

Liuliulang couldn't help but look back at the two women who had left, and then at his mother's hall.

Get married...

What the women are trying is just a peace of mind.

A thought flashed, and Liulang's hand hanging at his side clenched.

In the Taiping House, Li Dasco retreated with the girl in frustration, and the old shopkeeper was invited over.

"The most important thing is popularity, and to attract popularity, it must be novel." The old shopkeeper said straight to the point, "Don't hide it from the owner, at the beginning, Zuifenglou was able to make a name for himself, relying on the ancestral sauce recipe of the Dou family, with these sauces, the food tasted beautiful, and later the sauce was slowly figured out by other people, and our family was nothing unusual, so the business was not as good as day by day, until Young Master Sun got this passing fairy, and it was suddenly prosperous again." ”

The maidservant who had just arrived in a car snorted when she heard this.

"The passing fairy didn't come up with it." She muttered.

Cheng Jianniang glanced at her, and the maidservant was too busy to say anything.

"The owner, now good people have cooks, the food is more exquisite than the outside, come to eat outside, the picture is a novelty, and in order to satisfy the hunger, people will not enter the restaurant, the street basket to sell some is, so we do the restaurant, one is to give people a place to exchange, and the other is to change the taste of freshness." The old shopkeeper continued, looking at the girl in front of him with some emotion.

I don't know whose little lady it is, she suddenly wants to open this restaurant to play, and what is not good to play. Isn't this restaurant industry fun?

"I see." Cheng Jianniang looked at the old shopkeeper and nodded. "You're saying a good thing."

On the side, Xu Maoxiu looked at the old shopkeeper and smiled.

This old man has been submissive ever since he was invited. It looks deaf and stupid, but I didn't expect to understand in my heart that I don't tell them so much every day, it turns out that I guessed that they are not the main master, and there is no need to waste saliva, and now in front of the main master, the real kung fu is revealed.

This can be regarded as being recognized by the owner, but the old shopkeeper does not feel like laughing.

The people in the hall were talking. Footsteps rang out the door.

"Shopkeeper Wu, shopkeeper Wu." A male voice shouted outside.

The old shopkeeper frowned.

"This little Sun Cai, why is he here again." He said, and before he could speak, someone came in.

"Shopkeeper Wu... Ah, so many people. ”

It was a young man of about twenty, thin, with a large head, and at first glance he looked like a bamboo pole with a ball on top of it, and he was wearing a half-worn robe. It looks funny.

When he saw the woman in the house, he was so frightened that he hurriedly shrank back.

"What the hell!" Xu Bangmao shouted. Get up and stand by the door.

"I don't know the way, I don't know the way."

The male voice outside the door was panicked, and there was the sound of something clanging and bumping.

"When doing business, opening the door is to welcome customers, how can this be?" Cheng Jianniang said.

Xu Maoxiu glared at Xu Banggavel, got up and walked to the door.

"Brother Sun, it's rude." He said.

"No, no."

The male voice outside the door said busily.

"I want to ask, do you want tofu today?"

"Little Sun Cai." The old shopkeeper sat up straight and said to the outside, "How many times have you said that your tofu is really not delicious, don't sell it, don't do it, it's better to farm honestly." ”

He said, looking at Cheng Jianniang again.

"This is from Dalang's village, originally went to be a Taoist priest, and then the Taoist temple dispersed, he came back, and I don't know who learned the same strange craft, what kind of tofu were made from soybeans, and I went around to buy it, but no one bought him, and he was so old that he didn't want to make a living...."He said. [Note 1]

Before the words fell, Cheng Jianniang spoke.

"I'll buy it." She said.

The people in the room were stunned and didn't react.

"Call him back, the lady wants to buy it." The handmaid raised her voice and shouted.

The stacks of shouts frightened the little brother Sun almost ran away, until he was carried into the house, and he was a little trembling.

The maidservant dug a piece from the tofu basket and brought it to Cheng Jianniang.

Cheng Jianniang took a bite with a spoon and tilted her head slightly.

The maidservant comprehended and hurriedly took the spittoon in the hall, and Cheng Jianniang spit it in.

"Lady, I've tasted this, although it can be eaten, but it's not always delicious." The old shopkeeper said.

Cheng Jianniang wiped her mouth and looked at the young Taoist priest kneeling in the hall.

"You did it?" She asked.

Brother Sun nodded, but he didn't dare to look up.

"I, I learned from my master." He stammered, "The one we made when we were refining the pill, although it is not delicious, but it is good for the body." ”

"Little Sun Cai, if it is good for your body, your master will not take the pill and die." The old shopkeeper shook his head, "Speak well, don't talk wildly." ”

Brother Sun bowed his head and didn't dare to say more.

Cheng Jianniang got up and walked a few steps, and the people in the hall didn't know what she was doing, so they couldn't help but watch.

Cheng Jianniang stood in front of Brother Sun's basket, reached out to lift the wet cloth, and looked at the tofu in it.

"Lady" Brother Sun couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to buy tofu?" Really, it's really good. ”

Cheng Jianniang looked at him.

"You, sell?" She asked.

Brother Sun was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.

"Sell, sell, I make tofu for sale." He nodded and said.

"It's not." Cheng Jianniang looked at him and said again, "Do you sell it?" ”

Yes?

Brother Sun and the people in the hall were stunned.

"Brother Sun, my lady asks you, are you a person, are you for sale?" The maid came back to her senses and asked suddenly.

The people in the hall looked at Cheng Jianniang in disbelief.

Brother Sun was also stunned and looked up at the woman in front of him.

"You want to buy me?" He asked, pointing to himself.

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Note 1: Tofu is said to have originated from the Han Huainan King Liu An fired the pill, Japanese scholars study the "Qing Yilu" believes that it originated in the late Tang Dynasty, the above statement and "Qing Yilu" are written by the Song people, the Song Dynasty poetry and literature in the tofu record prevailed, the background of this article is simulated as the Tang Dynasty, so the use of the popular theory version is that tofu has not yet entered the mainstream of cooking. (To be continued......)