The taste of stir-fried vegetables is fatal to the Tang people who have never eaten it.

"How can there be such a delicious taste in this world?!" When a bite of food entered his mouth, he was all stunned.

My gang is also the highest in the Tang Dynasty, not to mention that I have tasted all the delicacies in the world, at least the famous ones have basically tasted them. But the taste of this stir-fry is far better than any food I've eaten before!

A peculiar salty aroma lingers in the tongue, and the taste of some indescribable spices makes the gang feel like they have eaten all the food of the previous decades.

"This dish is so fucking delicious!" Wei Chigong stared at the two bulls' eyes and muttered.

"I am fortunate to taste this fairy food today, and I have no regrets in this life." Fang Xuanling smacked his lips and sighed at his good friend Du Ruhui.

"What Xuan Ling said is very true, this dish is really worthy of immortal food." Du Ruhui nodded approvingly.

"Second brother, how can you say this dish is so delicious?" Yu Chigong said to Qin Qiong next to him, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned.

I saw Qin Qiong eating stir-fried vegetables there without saying a word, and she looked like a gentleman, but the speed in her hand was not slow at all.

"Hmm." Qin Qiong answered without raising her head, and sped up the movements in her hands.

After all, there are not many opportunities to eat Wang Yin's food.

Wei Chigong, who came back to his senses, found that except for himself and Fang Xuanling and a few other ministers, everyone else was eating stir-fried vegetables with chopsticks one chopstick after another. Wei Chigong, who realized that it was not good, hurriedly stretched out his chopsticks, but only heard the sound of chopsticks and plates colliding.

After all, there are only five cooks, which is far from the speed of eating for these twenty or thirty people, and the plates made by Wang Yin are already small, with two or three chopsticks for one person, this first batch of dishes is gone.

Looking at the empty plate, Yu Chigong couldn't wait to slap himself twice: It's okay to sigh a ball, now it's gone!

It's okay that I didn't eat it before, but now after taking a bite, my mouth is full of that fragrance, and at this time, suddenly there is no second bite, and the gluttonous worm in Yu Chigong's stomach immediately began to rebel again.

"Wang Yin boy, you are also stingy, just a little bit of food, where is there enough to eat." Wei Chigong complained directly to Wang Yin.

"What's the hurry, I don't care if you eat enough today." Wang Yin said lightly: "There are only five people in the back kitchen, how fast can it be." ”

"The cuisine in General Wang's hometown is really extraordinary." Li Jing recalled the taste in his mouth and muttered.

"In the future, the name of the first restaurant in Chang'an City will be General Wang." The eldest grandson Wuji looked at Wang Yin and said with a smile.

Wang Yin saw his expression and immediately became vigilant in his heart: Why is this fat man so not like a good person when he laughs...

"Don't forget, Aiqing, Wang Yin is a restaurant, not only this food." Li Shimin looked at the wine jug on the table and said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, food with good wine, that's what makes it enjoyable." Cheng Yanjin hurriedly picked up the wine jug and poured a glass for Li Shimin.

Only then did everyone react: Yes, this is a restaurant. How can there be no good wine?

Especially after tasting the stir-fry just now, everyone's expectations for this wine have reached its peak: such a delicious dish, this wine must be bad!

And some people who had gone to Cheng Yanjin's house to rub wine before reacted immediately, and instantly understood what the wine was inside.

Thinking of this, these people suddenly felt that the wine worm in their stomach and the gluttonous worm were allied...

When Cheng Biting Jin poured Li Shimin full of wine, everyone took turns to fill a glass for themselves.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please." Li Shimin raised his wine glass and gestured to everyone.

"Your Majesty, please." And they took up their glasses.

"Wang Yin's kid is also stingy, even if there are few dishes, the wine glass is so small." Wei Chigong looked at the wine glass in his hand and complained in his heart.

He's not the only one who thinks the same way, who in this room isn't a fighter with an alcohol test? In their opinion, Wang Yin's cup is indeed too little.

Seeing Li Shimin drink all the wine in the cup, Wang Yin was a sentence in his heart: this thing's heart is too bad, even his own courtiers are pitted.

Sure enough, after a glass of wine, except for Cheng Biting Jin Qinqiong and a few people who had drunk it, everyone else frowned there.

The generals are better than some civil officials who usually socialize a lot, and some Wenchen and Wei Zheng, who are almost drunk, and people like Wei Zheng who don't like to socialize very much are miserable, and they almost didn't catch their breath when they were holding their necks.

Looking at Yu Chigong's expression of staring at his neck, Cheng Yanjin's heart immediately felt a dark refreshment...

After a while, these people breathed a sigh of relief, came back to their senses, looked at Li Shimin, Cheng Biting Jin, and the people who did not change their faces, and then looked at the people who were as bitter as themselves, and everyone instantly understood that they had been pitted...

Soon, though, when the spiciness has passed, a unique aroma bursts into the mouth.

"Good wine!" Everyone couldn't help but admire.

Even people like Li Shimin and Cheng Yanjin, who can often drink, nod secretly at this moment.

With such a fairy brew, even if you drink it for a lifetime, you won't get tired of it~

"That's fucking tough!" Wei Chigong patted the table and said, then picked up the wine jug and poured himself another glass.

"This wine is much stronger than Sanle pulp," Niu Jinda sighed, and then turned his head to look at Wang Yin: "General Wang, this pot of wine is not cheap, right?" ”

"It's okay, a pot of 20 pieces." Wang Yin said casually.

"It's not expensive." Li Jing stroked his beard and said.

Everyone looked at the big wine pot in front of them and said: It's not expensive, it's cheap! I'm afraid there are two or three catties in such a big pot! It's only 20 times! No, you'll have to buy some when you're gone!

Li Shimin and Cheng Yanjin had a look of surprise on their faces when they heard this: So cheap? It doesn't match this kid's personality at all?!

"It's not this, this is for the interior of the restaurant," Wang Yin pointed to the glass wine jug on an empty table next to him: "It's that kind of jug." ”

When everyone heard this, they turned their heads and looked at it, and they held a grass in their hearts.

Nima, this pot is three or four taels, right? Such a little bit actually sold 20 times?

Yu Chigong was almost thrown out by the wine glass in his hand: Fuck, this kid is so fucking black...

looked at the big wine jug on the table, and then at the small wine jug on the table next to him, and instantly everyone labeled Wang Yin as a 'black-hearted businessman'.

The person who was about to buy some wine and drink it immediately gave up this idea: Tainyima is too expensive to drink!

Wei Zheng secretly glanced at Wang Yin, and once again expressed deep depression and regret that Wang Yin was outside the court.

"And this kind of wine needs to be consumed for 10 times before it is eligible to buy a bottle." Wang Yin showed a ** smile.

"Then how much does this stir-fried pork with vegetables cost?" Niu Jinda blinked, feeling that his imagination was a little insufficient.

"This one is cheap, 5 times a plate." Wang Yin replied.

Niu Jinda stopped talking when he heard this.

Li Shimin and Cheng Yanjin nodded secretly in their hearts when they heard this: It's still the familiar Wang Yin.

"Wang Yin, if you set a price like this, ordinary people can't afford it." Li Shimin looked at Wang Yin and said thoughtfully.

"I wasn't going to make ordinary people's money." Wang Yin shrugged his shoulders and said.

As he spoke, Wang San and the others had already come up with a new round of stir-fried dishes, this time there were more than before, and there were three or four plates per table.

Smelling the seductive aroma of stir-frying, everyone stopped talking, picked up chopsticks and continued.

Some people who can't afford to throw tile brew, such as Wei Zheng, are even more psychologically ruthless: eat and eat, eat hard, eat poor and black-hearted businessmen!