Zhao Qingyan was very angry in her heart, she was angry for her friend.

Seeing the waiter leave to call the manager, Zhao Qingyan turned his head, but saw Lan Jiao on the opposite side calmly prick a piece of meat with a fork, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

That's right, it's braised pork with a sweet taste.

It's just that because there is no correct method, this braised pork is a bit nondescript, and the meat texture is not so soft and tender.

Regarding Zhao Qingyan's move, Lan Jiao saw it in her eyes, but she didn't stop it.

Because she also wants to know, who is the one who passed on her dish?

She's not asking for accountability, she's just curious.

The service attitude of the aristocratic restaurant has always been good, and the restaurant manager soon came to Zhao Qingyan.

The middle-aged manager, who is dressed in a proper black suit, is able to maintain a calm and amiable expression on his face even when facing difficulties with guests.

"Hello two young ladies, I don't know what is wrong with the food in the store today, which makes you two unhappy?"

Zhao Qingyan was still angry, and was about to ask, but saw Lan Jiao shaking her head at her.

Lan Jiao's expression was faint, so that people couldn't see her thoughts, "I want to ask, where did you learn this braised pork from your restaurant?" ”

The restaurant manager was stunned, and floated over to Lan Jiao's eyes, and saw the specialties of their restaurant.

"Is this dish called braised pork?" The restaurant manager's instant reaction was also surprising.

When Zhao Qingyan heard this, he couldn't help but ask, "You don't know, can you still do it?!" ”

"This braised pork was made by my friend, and your restaurant didn't say hello to it, so it copied the dish, it's too despicable!"

When the restaurant manager heard Zhao Qingyan's words, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he even asked Zhao Qingyan with a little excitement, "This young lady, do you mean that you know the developer of this dish?" Can you please tell me where that chef is now? ”

Lan Jiao looked at the restaurant manager, he really didn't know where this dish came from.

So Lan Jiao guessed that it should be someone she knew, after eating this dish, she accidentally told someone, and then someone imitated it?

"Where else could it be?" Zhao Qingyan was about to laugh angrily, "It's right across from you!" ”

The restaurant manager was stunned, and in front of him, in addition to the imposing young lady, there was only the girl with a slightly dark complexion but bright eyes.

So the braised pork was made by this girl?!

The restaurant manager's eyes widened, a little incredulous.

He even wondered if the two guests in front of him were specifically here to find fault?

A little girl, how could she have researched such a delicacy!?

The person who can study and create food is definitely a famous chef in the alliance.

But after the dish came out, the head of their restaurant headquarters asked the famous chefs of the alliance one by one, and all the chefs denied that they created the dish.

Who exactly developed this dish?

It seems to have become an unsolvable mystery.

But now, it seems that the answer will soon appear.

"This young lady, is this dish really developed by you?" The restaurant manager looked at Lan Jiao with a serious face and asked. E-Book Workshop

Lan Jiao thought about it, the braised pork was definitely not developed by her, but this dish was indeed passed on to this era because of herself.

So she nodded lightly and even asked the restaurant manager, "Do you need me to prove it to you?" Your braised pork is not authentic, but it is basically made in imitation of my dish. ”

When the restaurant manager heard Lan Jiao's words, if he had questioned that the two of them were here to find fault, then now, he already had some belief that this dish was from the hands of the girl in front of him.

Because if it weren't for that, she wouldn't dare to offer to make a proof of cooking.

But whether it is or not, for the sake of prudence, the manager still has to wait for the girl to make the dish.

"Then please move this young lady to the back kitchen." The restaurant manager said, his eyes drifted to the table where Lan Jiao and Zhao Qingyan were dining, and he paused slightly.

Although the two of them had already eaten some of the food before, but today's incident appeared, as the restaurant manager, he would solve it properly.

"Regardless of whether this young lady can make this dish in our restaurant or not, the restaurant will be free of charge for the two of you who come to our restaurant today."

The two of them haven't finished their meal yet, but they can't continue to eat because of other things, and the restaurant is free of charge, which is reasonable, but Zhao Qingyan insisted.

"No need, in addition to this braised pork, how many alliance coins will be required for this meal, I will pay all the money in a little bit, I just hope that the manager can give us a satisfactory answer."

"Of course." The restaurant manager nodded.

Then he led the way in front and led Lan Jiao towards the back kitchen of the restaurant.

Zhao Qingyan, as a friend who came with Lan Jiao, also followed.

The back kitchen of the aristocratic restaurant is brightly lit, rich in ingredients, and complete with kitchenware.

Lan Jiao chose a suitable piece of pork belly in the meat ingredient cabinet, took it to the board and cut it into pieces, and began to cook.

Before she could cook, the restaurant manager had told the chefs in the back kitchen to retreat.

In this day and age, every dish of every chef is kept absolutely confidential.

If it is not passed on by himself, he will not casually reveal the secret recipe.

Therefore, when Lan Jiao was cooking, the restaurant manager emptied the back kitchen, which was also giving the chef a certain amount of respect and privacy.

Zhao Qingyan was not interested in cooking, so he didn't go to Lan Jiao's side.

She waited outside the back kitchen door, helping Lan Jiao keep an eye by the way, to make sure that no one peeked at Lan Jiao's cooking.

In the kitchen, the sound of cooking is non-stop.

After a while, the smell of meat was already coming out.

"Manager, do you think that girl can really make a better dish than the new dishes in our restaurant?"

The middle-aged restaurant manager, dressed in a rigorous black suit, shook his head lightly and looked at the door of the back kitchen of the restaurant, "What is the answer, we will know soon." ”

More than twenty minutes later, the door of the back kitchen of the aristocratic restaurant opened, and Lan Jiao brought out a plate of brightly colored braised pork.

The steaming braised pork is fragrant and full of temptation.

Just smelling the smell, this dish is far better than the new dish that the restaurant has made before.

The restaurant manager's eyes lit up, as the manager of the aristocratic restaurant Bai Yana City Branch, his research on dishes is no less than that of some chefs.

The braised pork in the girl's hand is full of color, flavor and flavor, and he can see at a glance how good this dish is!

The restaurant manager's usual etiquette was put aside the moment he saw the girl bringing out the real braised pork.

He almost couldn't wait to take the fork handed over by his subordinate next to him, forked a piece of meat on the plate, hurriedly blew it twice, and couldn't wait to put it in his mouth and bite it down!