Sang stared at a piece of cherry meat, and the chopsticks between his fingers hesitated for a long time, and finally tentatively reached towards it.

It picked up a piece of meat, sniffed it in front of its nose, and stared at it for a while before carefully putting it in its mouth. That look, not like tasting food, but like Shennong tasting a hundred herbs, afraid that one will be accidentally poisoned by this piece of meat.

This strange appearance was in stark contrast to the diners around him, and even Zifu was attracted by it, and leaned up with a salivating face, "Guest officer, what's the matter?" This cherry meat is not to your liking? ”

Sang was still chewing, chewing carefully and gently, Zhao Zimai had never seen it do things so slowly, so he put down his chopsticks and carefully looked at its side face.

"Yes, it's delicious."

After a long time, it finally said such a sentence, Zifu breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile on his face, "I'll just say, I've never seen a guest who is dissatisfied with the dishes of our Wubi Pavilion." Guest, try this loofah stewed fish head again, by the way, there is also this dim sum, which is improved by our Aunt Rong, called crispy fried fresh milk, and everyone who has eaten it will never forget it. ”

Zhao Zimai thought that Sang would refuse Zifu's courteous recommendation, but he didn't think that it stretched out his chopsticks to the plate of crispy fried fresh milk, took a bite, and after tasting it for a while, he shook his head slightly and said, "The taste is acceptable, but this cherry meat is more delicious." ”

"If you like it, I'll let them make another one." Zhao Zimai brought the cherry meat to Sang, put a full spoonful into its plate, and smiled softly at it, "It's rare to have something you like to eat, eat more." ”

Sang looked at him warily? Finally, you still haven't resisted the temptation of the food in front of you? Lay your head down.

Zhao Zimai looked at it, for a moment? He turned his gaze to the face of Mu Cripple next to him. Mu lame uncharacteristically did not gobble? Instead, he met Zhao Zimai's gaze and nodded at him tacitly.

Zhao Zimai knew that he also saw it? San's eyes changed color just now, the moment he saw the cherry flesh. Although the pink soon reoccupied the old land? But did he really see it? saw the pair of dark and translucent eyes that belonged to Mu Xiaowu.

Could it be that this plate of cherry meat woke her up? Although it was only for a moment, it was something that had never happened since the rosary broke.

Zhao Zimai stood up slowly, pretending to be natural and pushed the chair outward, but his actions still caught Sang's attention.

"What are you going to do?" Does it raise its head? Squinted at him.

"Izuku."

Did he say those two words to the truth? So much so that even Sang was embarrassed to ask any more questions, and after clearing his throat, he turned his attention to the plate of cherry meat in front of him.

***

A few pots in the house were steaming, and the sweet and sour fruity fragrance wafted out of the window and into Zhao Zimai's nose? He knew that this was the stove where the Ambiguity Pavilion specialized in making cherry meat.

The house is huge? Fifteen cauldrons are lined up in three rows, and in front of each pot stands a chef in charge? Everyone stared at the pot in front of them seriously and a little nervously, for fear of making the slightest mistake. And the stocky man who walked back and forth between the three rows of pots? It should be the chef of this dish. He's circling around? Lift the lid from time to time? See if the apprentices do exactly what he asks.

Suddenly, he found Zhao Zimai standing in front of the window and looking in, shouted "What person", and hurriedly walked out of the house, the soup spoon in his hand nodded a few points at Zhao Zimai's face, "Who are you?" How did you get here? Do you want to steal a recipe? ”

Zhao Zimai smiled dumbly, but he didn't forget to salute the cook, "Master, I want to learn how to make this dish, but the word 'stealing' is not used correctly, I just want to ask you for advice......"

The spoon waved a few more times, and the soup on it splashed on Zhao Zimai's face, he reached out to wipe the vegetable soup away, and heard the fat cook pull his neck and shout, "Don't care if it's stealing or not, the recipes of Wubi Pavilion must not be leaked to others, this is the rule set by Aunt Rong, who dares to violate it?" If I tell you the recipe, tomorrow, no, I'm going to pack up my baggage and leave. ”

Zhao Zimai saw that he was full of righteous indignation, and hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "You misunderstood, I am not a cook from another family, I want to learn this dish because I ......" He paused for a moment and sorted out the language in his mind, "It's because a friend of mine loves this dish made by the master very much, but maybe she won't have many opportunities to eat it in the future, so I want to ask you a lesson or two, even if you learn six or seven percent, it is good to be able to mix the eyes." ”

The fat cook was not happy to listen to his explanation, only waved the spoon, like holding a weapon, and drove Zhao Zimai out of the courtyard, while shouting, "You can't come in this place, let's go, if it weren't for the fact that you are a guest in the store, my spoon would have knocked a few bags on your head." ”

"But ......"

Zhao Zimai wanted to fight for another one, but the fat cook's spoon really knocked on the top of his head, but fortunately, at the last moment, the spoon handle was stopped by a hand, and he was saved from the fate of being anointed with oil.

"How can you be so rude to a guest?" A lazy voice floated from behind Zhao Zimai's head.

"This man wants to steal the recipe for our Treasure Pavilion's cherry meat." The fat cook refused to give up, and decided that Zhao Zimai was going to steal his treasure.

"It's not stealing," Zhao Zimai patiently corrected him again, "A friend of mine likes this dish very much, she has amnesia now, and this dish may help her regain that lost memory." So I'd like to ask this chef how to cook cherry meat, and maybe I can make it for her in the future. ”

"That friend of yours must be a girl, and a pretty girl."

The person behind him laughed, although he was joking, but there was no frivolous component, and Zhao Zimai turned around. The man in front of him was about the same age as himself, with clear eyebrows, the corners of his mouth raised, and although there was a wicked smile on his lips, there was no hostility in his smile. He looked at Zhao Zimai, tilted his head slightly, and said to the fat cook behind him, "Master Lin, do you look at this son's demeanor and demeanor, like a villain stealing your recipes?" ”

The fat cook scratched his cheek and muttered, "This ...... Who's ...... for sure?"

The man sighed softly, "If I say that I am going to have a banquet for my friends tomorrow, please come to the house and make a dish of cherry meat for me, would you be willing?" ”

The fat cook was stunned, and after a long time, he reluctantly said, "The young master wants me to go to the house to cook, and I naturally don't dare to disobey, but the friend in your mouth can't be him, right?" ”