At this time, the store was full, and the guy was busy greeting customers, but as soon as Master Yu saw Zhao Shuang coming in, he immediately came to greet her.

"Miss Zhao, are you all together? Can I order now? Master Yu squeezed and laughed.

Zhao Shuang sat at the table where she could see the beautiful boy opposite, stared at the beautiful boy and said, "It's okay, that's the pimple soup in your restaurant?" She asked, pointing to the bowl that was being stirred in front of the boy.

Master Yu said: "Yes, our restaurant is called pearl soup, it tastes good, Miss Shuang'er has a bowl?" ”

Zhao Shuang raised his cheeks and stared at the beautiful young man opposite: "You call it pearl soup?" No, not only is the shape wrong, but the taste is not very pure. ”

Master Yu said patiently: "No, the pearl soup in our restaurant is made of high-quality new wheat of the year, and after eight processes, it is ground into fine flour, and the gnocchi grains are full and clear, and there is no better pimple soup in the whole Lanfeng County than the pimple soup made by our family." A few ladies and ladies from other families often send people to our store to buy pearl soup and go back. ”

Zhao Shuang ignored the old man's boasting, stared at the beautiful boy and said, "The particle size is uneven, and the review is bad; The heat drags mud and water, resulting in the pimple taste is not crisp and tender enough, and the review is negative; Improper storage of flour, impure color, passing fragrance, bad reviews; The time of the chives is not right, and the fragrance of the green onions and the aroma of the pimples are not stimulated by each other, and the bad reviews ......"

Professional bad reviewers have reappeared in the world even worse.

After a bunch of bad reviews, Zhao Shuang smiled and asked the beautiful boy who was stirring the pimple soup opposite: "So, is it hard to drink?" ”

"This ......" beautiful boy: I've been stared at by you and won't eat, okay?

Zhao Shuang didn't wait for the beautiful boy to speak, so he enthusiastically sold: "I can make a gnocchi soup that is ten times better than this pimple soup, do you want to try it?" Well, my apprentice was able to make it. "The ones I make are better, but they're going to die.

Fu Ning, who was doing the background board next to him, had a lonely look in his eyes: Let me make it for him to drink?

Master Yu's face was no longer good-looking: "Miss Shuang'er, are you here to eat, or are you here to pull my guests?" ”

When Rou Niang heard that Master Yu actually said to Zhao Shuang in such a tone, she immediately stood up and rolled up her sleeves: "Old man Yu, don't rely on the old man to sell the old, Miss Shuang'er said that your pimple soup is not delicious, it just doesn't taste good, you are so immodest, how can you improve?" ”

Master Yu is half a head shorter than Rou Niang, Rou Niang rolled up his sleeves like this, he was really a little afraid, who in Lanfeng County didn't know that the fat girl of the White Widow's family was the same as her father back then, and she was infinitely powerful.

Master Yu said in a soft tone: "Okay, well, what Miss Shuang'er said is right, my pimple soup is not delicious, Miss Shuang'er go and make a good drink!" "Let's go!

Zhao Shuang: "That's okay, Master Yu, I'll let my apprentice make a real pimple soup in your restaurant and give you a taste in a while." Xiao Ningzi, go to the back kitchen to prepare, listen to my instructions. ”

Fu Ning stood up and walked to the back kitchen. Rou Niang followed to help light the fire.

Master Yu: I'm asking you to cook your gnocchi soup where you should go, not in my back kitchen!

But Zhao Shuang is finally the Yanei of Lanfeng County, and he can't use force to drive people away, and he only hopes that this aunt and grandmother will quickly finish tossing and leaving.

Some of the people in Lanfeng County in the store knew in their hearts: this magistrate's temperament has changed greatly since she fell into the water, and the rumor that she likes to instruct people to cook is really true.

The other part of the people who haven't heard the rumors and the outsiders, the beautiful boys and middle-aged men are confused, what kind of operation is this? When you don't eat at a restaurant, you actually have to use the pot of the restaurant to cook by yourself, are you in a panic?

The middle-aged man and the beautiful boy feel that the folk customs of Lanfeng County are really weird, and they are too different from what they expected, not only are the streets full of beggars and homeless people, but the diners of the restaurant are also special, the key is that the folk customs here are civilized enough, and a girl's family can play so much outside!

Zhao Shuang estimated that Fu Ning was familiar with the kitchen of Yu Ji Restaurant, so he sat at the table and stared at the beautiful young man opposite and began to command: "The cleanliness of the pot is so good that it doesn't smell good, boil water...... Rou Niang can make the fire at a small point, the size of the fire depends on the water quality, different fires will affect the water quality after boiling...... With Tai Chi Jiu-Jitsu Chapter 3 Dough ......"

Zhao Shuang sat in the lobby and stared at the beautiful boy directing the kitchen in the back room to cook, relying on his voice and smell.

Although her five senses are a little worse than ordinary people now, it is enough to command Fu Ning to make a pimple soup.

Although the beautiful young man opposite was horrified by Zhao Shuang, his curiosity prompted him to stay and take a look.

Although the middle-aged man was very dissatisfied with this girl's unscrupulous staring at his juniors, he could only endure it for the time being when he remembered the second question just now.

When Zhao Shuangdu was about to yawn, Rou Niang walked out of the back kitchen with a big bowl of pimple soup.

Master Yu only glanced at the color of the pimple soup, and his face turned ugly.

The gnocchi soup presents a natural white-yellow color of flour, with a few green chives scattered on it, and the color is exceptionally harmonious and soft, and the color alone is much better than the gnocchi soup in Yu Kee Restaurant.

In addition to Fu Ning, there is also Master Yu's wife who is a cook.

Yu's wife is the actual head of Yu Kee Restaurant, she saw with her own eyes how this bowl of pimple soup is made in the back kitchen, it is very simple, but it is indeed better than her, she wants to taste it very much at the moment and witness her guess.

Yu's wife has been addicted to esophagus all her life, if she hadn't studied cooking and making porridge, Yu Kee Restaurant would not have achieved its current achievements.

Such a person is naturally full of curiosity when he sees a pimple soup that is better than his own, and if he can't make it, he will be itchy and unable to swallow.

Fu Ning followed behind Rou Niang, holding a few small bowls and spoons.

After Rou Niang put down the big bowl, Fu Ning took a small bowl of gnocchi soup from the big bowl and gave it to Zhao Shuang.

Zhao Shuang took the spoon of the bowl and took a bite, and the three delicious values were displayed, if he could eat this small bowl, he could accumulate three delicious values.

Zhao Shuang squinted her eyes and slowly tasted it one bite at a time, enjoying it with a look of enjoyment, Xiao Ningzi's cooking skills were progressing very quickly, the pimples were tender, soft and crispy, the soup was thick and appropriate, and it was smooth and moisturizing in the mouth.

Yu's wife saw that Zhao Shuang was about to eat half a bowl, and couldn't help but say, "Miss Shuang'er, can you let me taste it?" ”

Zhao Shuang nodded: "Yes, let's eat together, by the way, Xiao Ningzi, give Mei ...... on the other side The little boy also served a bowl. ”

Fu Ning lowered his head, didn't say a word, took a small bowl to serve rice from the big bowl, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his white and thin arms. The hand is slightly forced, and traces of muscles can be seen, thin but powerful.

Fu Ning put a bowl and sent it to the beautiful young man opposite, bowed slightly, and turned back.