Du Qingshan said that day that Wang Ruoqin openly gave an ultimatum to the Gu family, and if Chen Zhi's birthday, Gu Tixing could not send a birthday gift that could enter his eyes, it would be against him Wang Qinruo.

Although Gu Tixing is righteous and disdainful of being in the company of Wang Qinruo and others, but Wang Qinruo is so arrogant, the Gu family is still a little jealous.

"Xiaochen, did you hear that?"

"Ah, I hear you." Song Guichen said, "Does Han Caiban have any other instructions?" ”

Lin Qi was ordered to monitor Song Guichen for so many days, and he felt a little guilty about Song Guichen in his heart, seeing that Song Guichen was openly and secretly sarcastic that he only Han Song was fate, he was not angry, but said:

"Han Caiban said, the new dishes you made today will be sent to Pavilion 222 first, so that Chief Meng Lou can taste it first, no problem, and it will be presented at Chen Xianggong's birthday banquet tomorrow."

This is also for the sake of safety.

Song Guichen nodded.

To cook for corrupt officials like Wang Qinruo and Chen Zhi, Song Guichen was 10,000 unhappy in his heart.

However, being in the Towering Building, as the chef of the Towering Building, she is also involuntarily.

Although you don't have to worry about new dishes in the back kitchen, it takes a lot more thought than cooking according to the original recipe on a regular basis.

Fortunately, she is the first chef, and the chefs in the back kitchen can be called at will, so she called a few chefs who are used to cooperating with each other on weekdays to think about what new dishes to make at tomorrow's birthday banquet.

Aunt Mu said: "I heard that Wang Xianggong is from Kaifeng, why don't we make some Kaifeng dishes?" ”

"That's a good idea." Song Guichen nodded, "It's just that I can only cook Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine, and I really can't cook Kaifeng cuisine." ”

"Won't it?" Yueyue, who was chopping vegetables on the side, said in surprise, "Didn't Brother Han say that you came from Kaifeng?" Why don't you know how to make kaifeng dishes? ”

Song Guichen glanced at her quietly, and explained calmly: "My mother is from Hangzhou, I learned to cook with her since I was a child, she can only cook Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine, so I can only eat Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine." ”

Yueyue said again: "No, Xiaochen, you said last time that your parents died when you were a child, so you made such a delicious dish." ”

Song Guichen has a black line, and sure enough, she is not suitable for lying.

Just as she was thinking about how to get this panic over, Aunt Mu spoke out to relieve her: "Yueyue, you are too serious, last time Xiaochen didn't want you to give up on yourself, so I said that intentionally, comforting and comforting you, you take it seriously." ”

Yueyue stuck out her tongue cutely, no longer asked, and carefully cut the pork on the cutting board.

Aunt Mu said: "It's not difficult to make Kaifeng dishes, when An Niang was there, she was the best at making Kaifeng dishes, and I also learned a lot from her, and it was more than enough to make a few Kaifeng dishes." ”

Song Guichen was overjoyed: "In this way, it will be troublesome to Aunt Mu." ”

If you have Kaifeng dishes, you must also have other dishes.

Since you have come to Hangzhou, you can't miss Hangzhou's signature dishes.

Song Guichen decided to make his best sister-in-law Song fish soup and make a West Lake vinegar fish.

After making up their minds, the group began to get busy.

When the sun was setting, several people looked at the table full of dishes in front of them with satisfaction, called the bartender Zhou Qiang, brought a table of dishes to Pavilion 222, and invited Chief Meng and several directors of the building to try the dishes.

When the lid was lifted, I saw a dazzling array of delicacies on the table, and before I got closer, the aroma of the dishes had already rushed into my ears and nose.

Meng Tianyin laughed and sat down, beckoned the principal to sit down, and said with a smile: "Xiaochen, what kind of dishes are these, you can introduce them." ”

Song Guichen stepped forward and pointed to the dishes on the table in turn:

"The three hot dishes in the middle are stewed taro with palace mutton, spiced salt-baked chicken with black bean sauce, and stewed beef balls with shallots;

The three Kaifeng dishes on the right, Jianggan hydrangea grilled bamboo sun, soft-shelled turtle stewed Wanfang Chunyuanxiao, drumming on the court;

The three Hangzhou dishes on the left, West Lake vinegar fish, Song sister-in-law fish soup, Longjing shrimp;

There are three cold dishes, Yunnan cold chicken, red oil belly shreds, and spicy beef;

There are two soup pots, clear soup fence duck, eight immortals beef soup;

There are also two snacks, mung bean crisp and sweet potato balls; At the end, add a cup of tea, which is the Longjing before the Ming Dynasty. ”

She spoke quickly and urgently, but her voice was clear and beautiful.

Everyone only felt that the words she said were clear to their ears, and when she was finished, they didn't seem to understand what she was saying.

Meng Tianyin laughed and said: "Okay Xiaochen, you can rest, you are tired of making such a table of dishes this day, come on, sit down, taste it together, the old man can't wait to eat." ”

Han Song said: "The building manager doesn't know, although the Xiaochen girl is small, every time she cooks, she will taste it herself, if she is not satisfied, she will not serve it to the guest's table." ”

Meng Tianyin glanced at Han Song, nodded lightly, lifted the chopsticks, and beckoned everyone to move the chopsticks.

After the meal, Han Song praised: "After eating the dishes made by Xiaochen, I have no regrets in this life." ”

Song Guichen looked at him and saw that he was holding a teacup, gently sniffing the fragrance of tea.

"Tomorrow Xianggong Chen's birthday banquet, let's use today's dishes." Meng Tianyin and the rest of the principals also nodded in praise.

"Okay, the ingredients to be purchased tomorrow are the ingredients needed for these dishes, Xiaochen, you go back and make a list of the ingredients you need and hand them to Lin Qi."

Song Guichen nodded, not knowing why Han Song looked like nothing had happened.

He almost killed himself that day, but now he can still talk and laugh with himself in front of everyone so lightly, his scheming is too deep.

It's so good at pretending!

It's so good!

Song Guichen couldn't help but admire it very much.

"It's better to write at this time, it's getting late, so it's not good to trouble Brother Lin."

Song Guichen didn't want to meet with either Han Song and Lin Qizhong in private, who knew what kind of conspiracy he was doing.

Then he got up, came to the desk on the east side of the pavilion, spread the rice paper, dipped the pen and wrote down the required ingredients one by one, and handed them to Han Song.

"Brother Han, give."

Han Song took the paper and glanced at it, smiling: "I didn't expect that Xiaochen could write well at a young age." ”

Hearing this, Meng Tianyin also took the piece of paper with interest, and after seeing the words on the paper, he was silent for a while, and took a deep look at Song Guichen.

Song Guichen secretly said that it was not good, Meng Tianyin visited the master, and when he exchanged calligraphy with the master, he had seen his own handwriting.

She just picked up the pen and wrote, and it didn't occur at all to change the font.

Looking at this situation, Chief Meng seems to be suspicious again?

However, Meng Tianyin only said lightly, "Not bad", and asked everyone to go back to work.

Back in the room, the plum branches on the desk in front of the window had already withered, Song Guichen stretched out his hand and pulled a dead plum blossom, remembering the master on the lonely mountain.

Master loves Mei, and if he sees himself plucking the plum branch and inserting it into the bottle, it will be another reproach.

Song Guichen often refutes the master's cherishing plum as fate with "flowers can be folded straight and bearded", and the master is so angry that he blows his beard and glares at her, but he can't really do anything to her.

Now, she is no longer in the lonely mountain, and she no longer deliberately folds the master's plum blossoms, and the master must be very happy.

thought of Duan Xiaochen who is now on the lonely mountain, Duan Yi'an is her mother's mother, Duan Xiaochen doesn't know yet, if she knows that Duan Yi'an is dead, how sad she should be.

Do you want to tell her about it?

Song Guichen sighed, blew out the lights, and went to bed.