"Aunt Liu!"

On the first floor of Chunxiang Building, Aunt Liu, who was sitting on a chair kneading her thighs, suddenly heard that someone seemed to be calling her, and subconsciously raised her head, and saw Chunhua in the distance trotting over with a crying and laughing face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's the matter? Why don't you go to serve the son, what do you do when you run down?" Aunt Liu's face was full of doubts, she wasted so many tongues to pull the confused son in, this is the little brother of the fat sheep, and he can't be lazy.

"It's not...... Aunt Liu, this son...... Something strange. "Chunhua's pretty face is really a little weird, I want to laugh but can't laugh.

It was the first time she saw such a strange man, and she came to this spring building of Yingying Yanyan, actually to eat vegetables, not to ...... Well, jolly.

And he eats vegetables, he eats vegetables, and he can continue to be happy after eating, but this girl keeps nagging while eating vegetables.

Aunt Liu listened to Chunhua's description, and the look on her face was also a little exciting, she had also heard Bu Fang ask if there was anything to eat in Chunxiang Building, and she thought that Bu Fang was asking vaguely...... It turned out that she would be mistaken.

This girl is really here to eat!

So, Aunt Liu hurriedly walked towards the room with Chunhua, and before she got to the room, she heard the continuous slamming sound from the room.

"Is this drunken sweetfish or vinegar fish, do you want to sour people to death by putting so much vinegar? And why is this fish so hard, the heat is the same as that of a person who has just cooked. ”

"This is lotus soup? This is rice cereal, right? It's so thick and has no fragrance at all, do you think it's lotus soup in the shape of a lotus flower?"

"This roasted duck, the feathers have not been cleaned up, do you eat ducks or eat feathers?"

......

Bufang frowned, every time he tasted a dish, he complained coldly, his face was full of disgust, and he disliked these dishes in a variety of ways, which made the surrounding maids a little trance, are these dishes really rubbish?

Although the chef of their Chunxiang Building is not as good as the chef of the real restaurant in Nancheng, his cooking skills are not in vain, and every dish tastes very good, but in the mouth of the young man in front of him, how can he be like garbage?

As soon as Aunt Liu entered the door, she saw the number of falling steps, and her face was suddenly a little embarrassed, and Qiu Yue stood aggrieved.

"Oh, Childe, what's the matter? Could it be that Chunhua and Qiuyue didn't serve you well?" Aunt Liu smiled and sat beside Bu Fang, and said with a smile.

Bufang didn't answer her question, but picked up a piece of ribs, chewed it with his mouth, and put it in the bowl.

"The heat of this rib frying is completely wrong, are you chefs just learning how to cook? The importance of heat to a dish is self-evident, but he has mastered the heat of almost every dish. ”

Aunt Liu coughed dryly, her face was also a little ugly, this kid ...... If it weren't for the fact that you seem to be a rich man, Aunt Liu and I would have turned against you a long time ago.

"Childe, our Chunxiang Building is not a restaurant, your requirements are too strict, right?" The smile on Aunt Liu's face gradually disappeared, and Chunhua and Qiuyue stood behind her, pouting and nodding.

Bufang's chopsticks reached for the last dish, which was a plate of steamed buns, steaming hot, and the aroma was good.

The name of this dish is fried buns, and the pleated side is flattened and fried in a pan drizzled with oil until golden brown.

took a bite of the fried bun, Bu Fang's eyebrows raised slightly, the taste of this fried bun is very good, much better than other dishes, but there are indeed too many defects.

"The dough selected is too hard, the fried dough becomes hard and stuffy, the fragrance is not strong enough, the oil juice in it is not completely catalyzed, and the heat of the fried buns is not well controlled......

"Childe!"

Aunt Liu looked at the steps that were about to start gushing again, her face was stunned, and she interrupted directly.

Step Fang looked indifferent, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said: "No matter where it is, since you provide dishes here, you must be responsible for the dishes, because dishes are also one of the means to retain customers, since as a chef, you must pay attention to every dish and be strict...... That's for your own good. ”

Aunt Liu listened to Bu Fang's words, and the coldness on her face was even worse, the dishes were brought to eat, it would be good to be able to fill her stomach, didn't she come to Chunlou to eat just to fill her stomach and have strength, so that she could do something that everyone understands?

Why is there so many doorways when you get to the step, this kid is here to make trouble, or is this kid a professional chef in front of him?

"Childe, although my Chunxianglou is a place in Nancheng, it is not a place to be bullied, the slave family looks at the childe, I thought it might be some personable noble son, it seems that this time it is Aunt Liu and I are gone, so entangled in the dishes, so picky about the food, what else can I say is the Tao, is Your Excellency a cook?"

The more Aunt Liu spoke, the more polite she became, and in the end, the title changed directly from son to honor, which is the rhythm of completely tearing her face.

However, Aunt Liu is really not afraid of tearing her face, the power of their Chunxianglou in Nancheng is not something that ordinary people can imagine, and those who come here to make trouble basically have no good end.

"That's right, I'm a chef. Bufang nodded earnestly.

Poof, Chunhua and Qiuyue, who were behind Aunt Liu, suddenly covered their mouths and sneered, cook, this guy in front of them is really a cook, they thought that this kid was a rich boy, and they were complacent, but they didn't expect that the other party was just a poor cook!

Chunhua and Qiuyue remembered that the handsome-looking young man in front of them might be wearing an oil-stained white robe like the cooks in the back kitchen on weekdays, with a gray-stained towel around his neck, and his face was oily and sweating...... Suddenly, both of them couldn't help but shudder.

When Aunt Liu heard this, Danfeng's eyes widened, and the only smile left on her face disappeared, and she looked at Bufang coldly.

What kind of money can a cook have?

"Smack!"

The more Aunt Liu thought about it, the more angry she became, and slapped her palm on the table fiercely, and the dishes on the table all made a loud collision sound, and the maids in the room all looked at Aunt Liu with a winc.

Chunhua and Qiuyue also took a step back with a cold heart, they knew that Aunt Liu was angry, and the angry Aunt Liu was very terrible.

The two girls glanced at Bu Fang gloatingly, but when they saw Bu Fang's calm appearance, the expressions on their faces suddenly became a little strange.

Bu Fang glanced at the woman slamming the table in front of him in surprise, what did she mean? What's wrong with the cook? Why does she look down on the cook?

"A poor sour cook actually dares to come to my Chunxiang Building to pretend to be big, it seems that I won't give you some color today, look at you, you are really good at my Chunxiang Building, right?" Aunt Liu stood up, the towering height of her chest continued to rise and fall, and said coldly.

Bu Fang frowned, and his face turned cold, this woman is so unreasonable, didn't she force herself in?

"Chunhua, go and call the guards! I must teach this kid a lesson today, but it's a pity that this expensive table of good dishes has been wasted. ”

Aunt Liu said, Chunhua nodded hurriedly, she felt that Aunt Liu was angry at the moment, and it was better to be obedient.

"Cook, huh...... Poor sour cook. Aunt Liu stared at Bu Fang, shook her head and sneered, she actually had a time to look away.

In fact, she also knew in her heart that it was not necessary for the cook to say that he had no money, but after all, she thought that Bu Fang was a noble son at first, after all, that temperament and pretty appearance were there.

But as soon as he found out that he was just a cook, and it was too different from the psychological expectations in his heart, he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry.

Compared with the noble man, the cook is simply the difference between the pheasant and the phoenix, the difference between the underground and the sky.

Chunhua soon returned, and behind her, a group of big men with bare muscles and riding coats swarmed in, and the faces of these big men were covered with flesh and fierceness.

As soon as they entered, the maids in the room cowered and retreated.

"Ouch, Aunt Liu, what's the matter, which inconspicuous person is making trouble?

The leading big man looked at Aunt Liu with a smile on his face.

"Escort Chen, this kid doesn't have the money to learn to be a big head, but a poor chef actually dares to come to our Chunxiang Building to deceive, and he also dislikes the food in our Chunxiang Building, you can watch and deal with it." Aunt Liu's face softened a little, pointed to the steps, and said coldly.

"Yo, boy, you are not small, you dare to come to my Chunxiang Building to make trouble, you are tired of being crooked, right?" Chen Huwei's eyes suddenly widened, he held the burning stick in his hand, stepped on the chair on Bu Fang's side, and looked at Bu Fang with slanted eyes.

The guards behind him were also eyeing each other, looking at Bufang playfully, and came to Chunxianglou to make trouble...... Looking for death?

"Boom. ”

The teapot is lifted slightly, and the steaming tea flows out of the spout and is poured into the cup.

Bu Fang pinched the teacup, took a sip indifferently, and smacked his mouth, what could barely satisfy him in this Chunxiang Building was the tea in front of him.

After drinking the tea, Bu Fangcai looked at the group of people around him unhurriedly, looking at the Chen guard who was staring at him and the disgusted Aunt Liu, the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled slightly. (To be continued.) )