In the blink of an eye, it is the season of spring flowers.

Yang Yuying changed into a single clothes, but she was a little unaccustomed.

"Little Nine."

The pretty fox rested her furry head against the window, her two front paws on the windowsill, her eyes wet and warm.

Yang Yuying yawned lazily: "Let's change the menu, spring is coming, everything is growing, beef and mutton don't want to eat, pork has been raised for a winter, so you can taste it, hmm, how about a few fresh dishes?" ”

Hu Jiu's long eyes narrowed.

Anyway, as long as it's meat, she rejoices.

Yang Yuying leaned in front of the window, holding her chin and thinking about the menu, as for the ingredients she needed, she didn't have to worry about it, naturally there were Hu Jiu, Wen Huan and they had to find a way.

These people are very positive.

The Shanshen family has a few particularly good farms, raising pigs, sheep, cattle, and other bits and pieces, as for Hu Jiu's family, don't look at only chicken farms, but her chickens are not ordinary, usually roasted casually and fragrant, Yang Yuying has handled it herself, and the taste is unmatched.

In the past few months, it stands to reason that Yang Ji is not large, and he can't entertain many people a day, so it shouldn't affect the business of other restaurants, but the posts of Black Yang Ji on the Internet are endless.

This thing sounds strange, and there is no need to be surprised when you talk about it carefully, just the smell of her family's rice is wafting, and even the surrounding residents don't have the heart to eat, let alone other restaurants.

Nowadays, in the Haicheng food circle, many gourmets can't make an appointment with Yang Ji, so they go to other places to make do.

I used to think it was very good, and I didn't lose money on a few restaurants, but now the big guys go to eat again, and they feel panicked no matter how they eat, and they don't eat sweetly, and they gradually go less.

In the final analysis, jealousy is indispensable to all people, but some people can control it, and some people can't.

Spring is coming, and Yang Yuying still wants to eat bamboo shoots.

She was a little sleepy, so she was too lazy to do it, but Yang Ji and other cooks were interested and often excited, so they took fashionable dishes as the theme and seriously held a competition.

In this regard, Yang Yuying raised her hands to warmly welcome.

The diners also change their tricks every day to arouse the chef's sense of victory and defeat.

They fight very well, these people fight vegetables, and in the end, it's not their group of diners who are cheaper?

As time went by, the reputation of 'Yang Kee' in the food circle became louder and louder day by day.

As soon as this reputation is famous, it is easy to attract doubts, and Yang Ji's evaluation on the Internet is messy, mixed with pink and black, which makes outsiders confused. Recently, not a single fan on the Internet can be seen, at first glance, everyone is black, and there are so many sunspots that they almost slaughter the food forum.

Kong Fanlin usually likes to play forums in his spare time, and is a small moderator of the food world, he is usually busy with work, but he just likes food, so he usually only cares about gossip in the food circle on the Internet.

Yang Ji appeared and disappeared from time to time because of the black post a while ago, and it is about to become a strange story in the food world, related jokes appear frequently, and a diner who looks like a black fan sees the sky and swipes the name of 'Yang Ji', Kong Fanlin didn't care at first, the sunspots are too interesting, he can't help but be a little curious.

"Anyway, if it's really so unpalatable, these blackspots are sick, and they still run to eat every day?"

The same ID, Jiangnan crab is just right, for half a month, seventeen messages, such as - "Ahhhh ”

"Yang Ji's boiler today is paste, paste, all paste."

"Don't order today's signature dish, what the hell is shredded bamboo shoots? At such an expensive price, just eat this thing? Don't order, don't order! ”

"Seafood porridge is not good, now Yang Ji's seafood porridge is not as good as a bowl of stick noodle porridge."

Kong Fanlin watched it for a long time, and at first pondered, this Yang remembered how unpalatable it was, the diners were so sincere, and they couldn't help laughing when they turned around, this Jiangnan crab is just right, is it a masochistic habit, it is obviously so unpalatable, and he actually has to go from time to time, complaining about the inflated price, and he did not hesitate to rush to share a table with others to eat Yang Ji.

If there is only one 'Jiangnan crab just right', Kong Fanlin will treat him as sick, the problem is that there are diners with mental problems, and there are especially many Haicheng this year.

If you pull it on the Internet, you can pull out a nest.

This is quite interesting, Kong Fanlin mentioned it to his father when he came home.

Kong Fanlin's father, Kong Erguo used to be the imperial chef, the year before last was over sixty-five, just retired from the top, and during the state banquet last year, he also went to give a group of small imperial chefs a cover.

People who can be imperial chefs may not have taste in eating, but Kong Erguo is an absolute glutton, and he prefers to enjoy food rather than cooking.

For many years in the imperial dining room, this person who ate something wrong would really scold him in front of everyone, and scolded several imperial chefs so much that he had a leg tremor at the sight of holes.

After retiring, Kong Erguo became even more violent, and a tongue was so poisonous that several juniors in the family couldn't stand it, or Kong Fanlin thought of a way to fool people out and let him harm others.

In the past two years, the old man has eaten all over the world, from the time-honored fly restaurant to the famous century-old restaurant, leaving his footprints.

In an outsider's shop, this one doesn't show his poisonous tongue casually, but whenever there is something desirable about your cooking, he is quite tolerant, but once he feels that he can't get by, he never repeats half a word of hurtful words.

Kong Fanlin also deliberately opened a special area for Lao Kong in the food section, specializing in publishing Lao Kong's poisonous tongue comments.

Not to mention, the restaurant that has been poisoned by him, as long as it is not really worthless, can still attract a wave of customers, and the customers inexplicably want to know how difficult the dishes that Lao Kong said can be delicious.

Scolded chef: "......"

Restaurant owner: "Huh? ”

Kong Fanlin also felt that he couldn't live with other bosses and chefs, but for the safety of his family, he had to die and not die poor, Amitabha.

"I'll see."

Kong Erguo heard Kong Fanlin mention Yang Ji, wearing reading glasses, holding his mobile phone and flipping through the latest information, "It's very lively." ”

The sunspots were having a good time.

And there are really cases of black posts missing.

Kong Erguo frowned, his expression faintly revealed a little displeasure, he always believed that a chef and a restaurant must have a mind that can accept any criticism, if not, go home and cook by himself, don't give it to diners.

Also, a good private restaurant, what is it to ask someone to tell a fortune?

As an imperial chef, since he was young, he looked down on those chefs who were not good at cooking and liked to make tricks, and he always felt that the only thing a good chef should do was to simply hone his cooking skills.

Cooking is the same as any craft, without infinite concentration, there can be no supreme achievement. vp

At the beginning, Kong Erguo only paid a little attention, but it didn't take long for this 'Yang Ji' to become more existential.

Several old friends in the circle said that they didn't know what Yang Ji was from, and several regular customers of their restaurant came to eat a few times, and they all mentioned Yang Ji, saying that since they had eaten once, they were addicted, but it was a pity that it was not easy to rank, otherwise they would eat three meals a day in Yang Ji, and there would be no other things in the restaurant.

"Heh, anyway, there is no other goal in the past few days, so let's just do it."

Kong Erguo wants to see and see, how much ability does this Yang Ji have.

Yang Yuying can receive a lot of scripts, variety show invitations, etc. every day, she is not in a hurry to make money now, Yang Ji is already a sure deal, the script is not particularly interesting, so she simply refuses, and only enjoys the leisurely life of drinking sweet wine in front of the breeze and bright moon every day.

Spring is just right, this day Yang Yuying asked Wen Huan to help and got some bamboo shoots.

It is reported that these bamboo shoots have an extraordinary origin, it is Wen Huantuo's friend transplanted to the mountain from a Bodhisattva's dojo, and asked the mountain god to help cultivate, now the bamboo forest becomes a sea, from which to choose the most tender and delicious spring bamboo shoots, the dew in the early morning did not go, then dig out the bamboo shoots, send them to Yang Ji in a blink of an eye, and take advantage of the freshest time to go to the pot.

Braised in oil, stir-fried, stewed duck soup, a bamboo shoot can be eaten for a hundred years, Yang Yuying burned a few dishes, relying on a few dishes in exchange for ingredients for the next year, she tasted the skills of the chefs at home, I have to say, in terms of the wisdom of the craft, Yang Yuying is still a little immature compared with these famous chefs.

Xiao Chenghuang brought his fox friends and dog friends to try new dishes every day, and every day was a good time, even the diners outside were both painful and fast.

It's nice to have a new dish every now and then, but most of them can only smell it and can't eat it in their mouths at all.

"Hey!"

Kong Erguo has always been patient, and he squatted outside Yang Ji's door with his son for four days, and every time he couldn't grab the number, he couldn't grab the table.

Now the queue at the door of Yang Ji is all regular customers, at least they have been together for several months, forming several large groups, and it is not enough to have money just to share the table, but also to talk about human feelings and relationships.

Among them, the battle of wits and courage is comparable to a Three Kingdoms.

Kong Erguo never thought that no one dared to let him stage palace scheming when he was working, and when he went outside, he wanted to eat, but he had to play scheming with a group of diners?

"Kong Er?"

"Lu monkey?"

Kong Erguo was thinking about whether to meet Yang Ji's boss directly, when he saw Lu Yi swaggering over with his two apprentices.

Lu Yi was not surprised to see Kong Erguo, the two of them were a lot different in age, but they were also friends since childhood, and they were very familiar with each other.

Yang Ji is so famous, with Kong Er's lively temperament, it is strange not to come.

"Didn't get a draw? If you don't prepare, you will smoke on the spot, and there will be ghosts if you can draw it. ”

Before Kong Erguo could speak, several diners next to him turned their heads to look: "Old man, there is still a trick to this lottery?" ”

Lu Yiyi raised his eyebrows, his face full of arrogance: "Hmph, I won't tell you!" ”

"I know, this old man went to buy forty mobile phones and got forty numbers. I also asked people to help draw ...... at a high price. I want to do this too, but unfortunately no one has the money and leisure and the capital is abundant. ”

Everyone: "......"

Kong Erguo's heart moved, and he was a little surprised: "It's really so delicious?" ”

"It just so happens that there are a few people left today, come with me."

As soon as Lu Yi put his arm around Kong Erguo's shoulder, he dragged him to the side of the door control, swiped his mobile phone, and the door opened.

Passing through the vermilion gate, leaving the envy of the crowd outside, and entering Yang Ji, Kong Erguo couldn't help but nod.

Let's not mention the chef's craftsmanship, just talking about the environment, at least it shows that the owner of this private restaurant has really put a lot of thought into it.

A comfortable environment and fresh air are an indispensable part of the cuisine, at least more useful than the fortune-telling flowers.

The group sat down, Lu Yi poured a glass of sweet wine by himself, took out bamboo chopsticks and handed them over, first picked up the fragrant drunkard peanut placed on the table, ate one, chewed slowly, and shook his head while chewing.

"Yang Ji's rule, what ingredients the chef does that day, the diners will eat whatever ingredients, but you can pick and choose the cooking method."

Kong Erguo smiled: "Don't pick." ”

Lu Yi gave Kong Erguo a thumbs up: "That's right, I'm just annoying those diners who go to the restaurant and open their mouths to ask for a lot of diners, it is true that everyone is difficult to adjust, everyone has the taste that everyone is used to, but in the restaurant, you pick and choose, make the chef feel bad, don't say it will make you bad, just just give you a few minutes less to turn off the fire, you will be tired of eating this meal." ”

Kong Erguo also nodded.

Diners who really know how to eat, when they arrive at the restaurant, first, they want fashionable dishes, and only let the chef pick up the best ones to do, and second, they must be patient and never rush.

The chef cooks, that is, the more urging and more chaotic, you have to let the chef cook the dishes for you slowly and methodically, and what you eat to the mouth is the real level of the chef.

In just about fifteen minutes, the girl in red clothes carried a tray on her head, walked briskly, and delivered a table of whole bamboo shoots with all the colors and fragrances.

Lu Yi sat up straight and took a deep breath: "If you want to be good and not thin, cook meat with bamboo shoots, okay." ”

Kong Erguo's eyes were also faintly straight, his tongue was full of relish, but his face was not obvious, but he sneered: "You haven't eaten yet, so you praised it?" ”

If nothing else, this time is too short.

As an imperial chef, Kong Erguo cooked for the two Majesties before and after Qi State, and His Majesty was not allowed to urge, what he paid attention to was a slow word, only slow can be fine.

He kept telling His Majesty that he couldn't eat hot tofu if he was in a hurry. If you want to eat, you have to be able to wait.

Lu Yi didn't pay attention to him at all, and picked up a chopstick with a full color, like transparent spring bamboo shoots, and slowly put it in his mouth, so delicious that he was reluctant to swallow it for a while.

With a bite of bamboo rice, the two phases are mixed, and the taste is almost tearful.

Kong Erguo glanced at it, and reluctantly picked a few mistakes, for example, bamboo shoots to burn salted meat, it is too rustic, and to eat bamboo shoots, you should have eaten the word 'Ya'.

But as soon as he made this mistake, he was a little weak-hearted, especially when the fragrance drilled into his nostrils, he couldn't bear it after all, so he picked up a piece of bamboo shoots and put it in his mouth.

In an instant, it was as if I heard the sound of the wind passing through the bamboo sea.

The chaotic thoughts in Kong Erguo's mind disappeared in an instant, and he didn't even bother to think about whether this dish was still a little hot, and where could it be improved.

At this time, if you don't eat seriously and think about the west, isn't you sorry for this food?