Before he had finished speaking, he put down the basket, took out the key in his arms, and opened the door quickly.

Entered the restaurant, looked at the tables and chairs as usual, and went into the kitchen again, and saw that there was nothing missing, so the shopkeeper Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There may be something, they went out." With that, he put down the basket and walked into the antechamber.

"Shopkeeper, that's ......" Fu Lu followed out, and when he saw Shopkeeper Zhao sitting down, he told him what happened last night, and then said: "I called him last night, just to teach him a lesson." Although it hurts a little, there is nothing wrong with the person. But now that Lao Sun is not here, it should have something to do with last night's incident. ”

With the events of the previous two days, Shopkeeper Zhao also knew some big people, but he didn't doubt Fu Lu's words, nodded and sighed heavily, and said: "My grandson has been with me for seven or eight years, and the year before last he said that his old brother died, and his nephew was undisciplined, so he gambled at home all day long, and he couldn't even support his family, but he was still filial to his uncle, so I wanted to take it with me and let him come to my restaurant to work as a cook."

"I want to think, who is not please? I agreed, but I didn't think about it, the big head has not stopped in my place in the past two years, blackmailing these little two, and now it has developed to grab money. He's coming back now, and I can't ask for him. It's just Lao Sun...... Alas. Not only is he good at his craft, but he also learned two or three new dishes yesterday. But fortunately, if this happened later, it would be really bad if Lao Sun learned all our new dishes. ”

Speaking of this, Shopkeeper Zhao couldn't sit still, stood up and walked back and forth a few times. Said: "No, the more I think about it, the more I can't do it." I can't let these cooks learn all the new dishes I've bought so much, and then they won't do it. If I go to another restaurant, won't my 100 taels of silver be spent in vain? After speaking, he turned his head and asked Fu Lu, "Ah Lu, you have a flexible brain, you can help me think of any good way." ”

Fu Lu smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "This can only be a contract." Learn these dishes. You have to work here for at least five or ten years, and once you leave early, or leak the recipes to other chefs or restaurants. You have to pay the fine. With this restraint, you will be able to keep these new dishes and chefs in your restaurant. ”

Shopkeeper Zhao nodded, patted his head and said, "I was too excited yesterday and confused. Because my grandson is an old man who has been with me for many years. I forgot to sign the contract. Alas! After saying that, he looked out the door. He's not really leaving, is he? ”

Fu Lu was about to comfort him a few words, but he saw a carriage stop at the door of the restaurant, and then four people got out of the car, an old woman, a couple and a child of five or six years old, who seemed to be a family. They looked up at the sign of the restaurant, confirmed that it was a restaurant, and walked to the door.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please come inside." Fu Lu remembered his duty. Hurry up and come forward to say hello.

"Five bowls of porridge." The man of the house, a man in his thirties in a dark green brocade robe, spoke.

Fu Lu looked at the coachman who came in with him, and replied, "Okay." Everybody sits inside. Just a little bit. With that, he turned around and ran to the kitchen.

"Alu." Shopkeeper Zhao chased into the backyard, grabbed Fu Lu and said, "That, Lao Sun is not here." I...... I don't know how to cook. ”

"It's okay, isn't it just porridge?" Fu Lu was not in a hurry, "We can't drive the guests out of the restaurant, right?" Shopkeeper Zhao, I'll make a pot of tea in a while, you take it out, and then greet them. ”

When the shopkeeper Zhao heard this, he immediately smiled: "Okay, okay, you're busy with you." I'll make the tea. ”

As a shopkeeper, how can he have a reason not to do business? Fu Lu can cook porridge. It doesn't matter if you don't do it well, you should be passing by the family, and you don't have to think about whether they will become repeat customers.

Fu Lu is also familiar with the kitchen. Set up a pot with water, light a handful of straw with a fire breaker, stuff it into the stove, and add a few dry firewood. After a while, the fire was ignited.

Seeing that the shopkeeper Zhao had prepared tea and waited for the water to boil, Fu Lu scooped the rice out of the rice jar, cleaned it and put the water, and when he saw that the water was boiling, he brought it down and changed the pot for cooking porridge.

Seeing that Fulu was nimble and confident, Shopkeeper Zhao happily made tea and went out to greet the guests.

Fu Lu took out the meat from the basket brought by Zhao's shopkeeper, cut a small piece, washed and chopped it, and then cut some ginger and shallots.

After thinking about it, he found a cabbage from the basket again, washed it and cut the vegetables finely, and saw that the porridge was cooked, so he put the meat, vegetables, ginger and shallots into the porridge in turn, added oil and salt, and sprinkled some of the bottle of fishmeal that the young lady stuffed into him a few days ago.

Fortunately, Fu Lu ate delicious fish in the morning, and he is quite immune to this taste. He quickly scooped the porridge into a bowl, put it on a tray and served it out.

"Ah, it smells so good." The five- or six-year-old child was still sitting there obediently, but as soon as Fu Lu entered the hall, he could not sit still, and stood up and stretched his neck to look at the tray in Fu Lu's hand.

"Hey, what's that smell?" The old woman also looked up at Furu.

"Lean porridge, old lady, please." Fu Lu placed the first bowl in front of her, and then the rest in front of the others.

"Lean porridge?" The man in the dark green shirt looked at the porridge in the bowl, and when he smelled the fragrance, he didn't care about burning his mouth, scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, chewed it a few times and stopped, and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh my God, it's delicious." Mother, you taste; Lady, Bao'er, you eat too. ”

The others didn't need him to greet them, and they were already eating with their mouths. When the child saw that everyone had eaten it, he couldn't put his mouth down when he looked at the hot porridge, and cried anxiously: "I want to drink porridge, I want to drink porridge......"

"Ah, Bao'er doesn't cry, my mother blows it for you." The young woman could not resist the temptation of this porridge, so she took a bite first, and when she saw her son crying, the mother-in-law glared at her fiercely again, and hurriedly took the bowl of porridge in front of the child and blew it.

After a mouthful of porridge entered Bao'er's mouth, she only turned around twice in her mouth and swallowed it. The child still had tears on his cheeks, so he couldn't help but scream: "It's delicious, mother, I want it more." After speaking, he watched his mother blow porridge, and urged: "Hurry up." I'm going to drink. ”

"Good ......" This hot porridge just out of the pot, where did the young woman blow so fast, and she was only anxious to jump up on the side.

"Come on. Grandma gives. The old lady saw that her precious grandson, who had always been a picky eater, took such initiative to eat, and hurriedly blew the porridge in her bowl to feed him.

Bao'er had porridge in her mouth, so she fell silent, and the others were also concentrating on dealing with the porridge in the bowl, except for the occasional sound of swallowing and colliding with bowls and spoons, there was silence. "Boom", a sound of swallowing saliva suddenly sounded. It was especially loud in the silence. Everyone looked at it, but it was Zhao's shopkeeper.

When Shopkeeper Zhao saw everyone turn their heads to look at him, his old face suddenly turned red. Stand up and walk briskly to the kitchen.

The porridge in the restaurant has always been a big bowl, and when this big bowl of porridge was served, the man in the dark green shirt put down the spoon and sighed with satisfaction. Looking at Fu Lu: "Little brother." How do you sell porridge in this restaurant? ”

Fu Lu was stunned by his question. The price of Yanbei is stable, and porridge like this is basically priced, only 20 yuan a bowl. Isn't this man unclear? But then Fu Lu understood what he meant. This porridge is so delicious, so he doesn't believe that he only charges twenty yuan to ask this question.

Fu Lu smiled: "Meat porridge has always been a bowl of twenty wen. It's just that this porridge is a new delicacy that we have just developed, and it is more expensive than the usual porridge. But I just opened today, so I'll give you a discount. Let's still pay 20 yuan a bowl. ”

The man in the dark green shirt nodded: "Do you have a branch in Pingzhou City?" Or can you help deliver porridge to Pingzhou City? ”

Fu Lu smiled and shook his head: "I'm sorry, we don't have a branch. There are no plans to deliver food at this time. ”

"Third child, forget it. Twenty wen is not cheap, just eat occasionally. Seeing that her son still wanted to ask, the old lady persuaded her. This family doesn't seem to be wealthy, and they don't even have a servant—even the one who drove the car, and it seems that he is also a member of the family—so he is naturally reluctant to take out money to come to the restaurant every day to drink porridge.

The man in the dark green shirt looked at his son, who was burping with a bulging belly, so he sighed, took out a hundred yuan and handed it to Fu Lu, and took the family out of the car to get into the car.

Fu Lu packed up the bowl and went into the kitchen, but saw the shopkeeper Zhao sitting there with a bowl of porridge, eating attentively.

"Shopkeeper Zhao, how does the porridge taste?" Fu Lu put the bowl down, walked over and asked with a smile.

"Okay, you Ah Lu, you hide me so hard, such a good cook, you don't go to the kitchen to be a chef, but what do you do, don't you make fun of your Uncle Zhao?" Shopkeeper Zhao finished eating the last spoonful of porridge in the bowl, and then raised his head and scolded with a smile.

Fu Lu laughed. The charm of this bowl of porridge is so great that it directly turns "Shopkeeper Zhao" into "Uncle Zhao".

He moved a small bench and sat down next to him, and said, "Actually, that's exactly what I'm going to tell you." As I told you, our ancestors have passed down not only the recipes, but also the way to make the spices. The flavor of this seasoning is different from that of others. The bowl of porridge you just ate is not because of my good cooking skills, but because the seasonings I put in taste good. If not, look there. ”

After Fu Lu finished speaking, he pointed to the bowl on the desk that was clasped with a plate, "That bowl of porridge, there is no seasoning, can you taste it and see if the taste is different?" ”

Shopkeeper Zhao stood up suspiciously, opened the plate, and saw that there was half a bowl of porridge in the bowl, which was obviously the same pot as the porridge he had eaten just now. He scooped a spoonful into his mouth with a spoon and frowned: "Ah Lu, you're not lying to me?" Why is this taste so different? ”

Fu Lu laughed: "I lied to you for a while, can I still lie to you for a lifetime?" In the future, I still want to cooperate with you for a long time, if I deceive people, I will be exposed before I turn around, except for making you dislike me, there is no benefit at all, why bother? ”

Shopkeeper Zhao nodded: "That's right." Then he shook his head again, "But with some spices, is the taste so different?" After saying that, he stood up and looked around: "Where's your spice?" When did you get it? That's all? ”

Fu Lu jumped out of his arms and held it in his hand to show the shopkeeper Zhao: "Where, here." This is a seasoning carefully made by my family, it is absolutely delicious, and when you put a little bit of it in the stir-fry and porridge, the taste is definitely hundreds of times better than usual! ”

Shopkeeper Zhao took the small porcelain bottle, opened the cork, poured some out, put it in the palm of his hand and sniffed it carefully, this seasoning does smell rich and delicious, but it looks like some brown powder, which is no different from the usual seasonings.

He was about to open his mouth to let Fu Lu fry a green vegetable to try this seasoning, but he heard footsteps coming in from outside, and when he looked back, Lao Sun came in from the door, his eyes were bloodshot, his beard was messy, and he obviously hadn't slept all night.

"Old Sun, where have you been?" Shopkeeper Zhao hurriedly put down the dishes in his hand and asked.

Lao Sun did not answer Zhao's shopkeeper's question, but walked straight to Fu Lu and looked at him fixedly, with very complicated emotions in his eyes. But just this time, he turned around, sat on the bench with his buttocks, stretched out his big palm and rubbed his face vigorously, and said loudly: "Big head...... was arrested by the yamen. ”

"Huh?" Shopkeeper Zhao was taken aback, turned his head to look at Fu Lu and asked, "Didn't you mean ......?"

"I didn't report it. I was robbed last night, and I only beat him and then went home. "Fu Lu is also inexplicable.

Lao Sun sat there with a tired face, let out a long sigh, stared at the ground and said, "It's not Fulu's case." Last night, someone familiar with the yamen came to inform me, and I learned about the big head robbing money. It was the people of the army who caught the big head in the yamen. They happened to meet the big head to rob Fu Lu last night, and after Fu Lu left, they heard the big head cursing there and said that they wanted to take revenge on Fu Lu, so they arrested the big head. ”

Fu Lu listened, and was a little stunned—it was probably what the young man and the scar man did last night.

Shopkeeper Zhao said: "Old Sun, I didn't say you. That nephew of yours is not a thing. Robbing Ah Lu's money was wrong, Ah Lu didn't pursue him, he still wanted to take revenge. I see, such a thing, you don't feel sorry for him, let him go to prison for a few years, maybe he will be honest. ”

Lao Sun sighed and did not speak again.

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Luzhu is not a sentimental person, after a momentary touch, he returned to his smiling and cheerful appearance, holding the first delicious meal since the crossing, and returned to the dormitory with Ganlu, listening to everyone's laughter, eating extremely happily.

After eating, Steward Cui and Mr. Fan gathered everyone together and announced the future study arrangements: Mao Zheng got up, washed up and went to the courtyard to gather, and Wang taught kung fu; He was having breakfast from three o'clock to noon, learning literacy with Su Fuzi; Before the first arrival, Shen Zheng learned the rules from Mr. Fan, and then had dinner and took a shower; Sleep at the time of the day. (To be continued.) )