In the past few days when Hua Mian was worried about the source of ingredients, Xiao Cui pulled Xilin to sew some handmade products such as cushion curtains according to the paper patterns given by Hua Mian, and Sikong Xiao also took the attendants to clean up the yard, so to speak, it can be said that he is ready to wait for Hua Mian to announce the opening of the store.

Is that really all there is to it? Think about what else there can be?', Hua Mian was so anxious that she couldn't think of a way to scratch her head.

Looking for Sikong Yu for help? Forget it, she still sends her here every day to pick up the prepared dishes, just the dishes made by the chefs in the kitchen of Lao Yilanlou, Hua Mian doesn't want to ask them to help with the dishes.

But in addition to the people of Yilanlou, Hua Mian found that she didn't know anyone in this huge imperial capital, it seemed that she had lived here for a year and a half, but the scope of her activities was only limited to the area around Huajie where Yilanlou was located and in the harem.

"Is there something you haven't told me lately?"

After eating, Hua Mian was sitting in front of the kitchen in a daze, when she suddenly heard Sikong Xiao's voice sounding from her side, and Hua Mian was interrupted from her own thinking and turned her head to look at Sikong Xiao.

"It's not a big deal, it's not troublesome", Hua Mian thought that the money for the furniture in the store was given by Sikong Xiao, and now it was his juniors and disciples who were doing the procurement of ingredients......

"You don't have to hide it, now Ciline has noticed that something is wrong"

"Huh? What did she see? ”

"The fish soup you made today is salty"

"Huh?" , After listening to Sikong Xiao's words, Hua Mian didn't know where to start complaining for a while.

During this period of time, she couldn't help but think of the problem of ingredients when cooking, and today she was also thinking about it when processing the fish soup and marinating it with fish fillets, and she didn't pay attention to sprinkling a small spoon of salt, and she counted the spoons for the same amount on weekdays.

A small wooden spoon used to add seasonings, in the past, when I was in the palace, the same amount of pickled fish was fixed at 14 tablespoons of salt, and the salt production process in this world is rough, in other words, it is not salty enough, what is the difference between 15 spoons and 14 spoons? This can be eaten by Sikong Xiao??

Hua Mian recalled the fish soup she had just finished eating, and she didn't notice the difference from what she had done before, "...... Ninth Young Master...... You are really ......", Hua Mian was a little crying and laughing, thinking that the other party was now his own creditor in addition to serving as his own guard, and the word 'rice bucket' was not spoken.

"A spoonful of salt can be eaten by you...... Okay, for the sake of the young master's dedication to eating, I'll tell you......"

Hua Mian leaned back on the back of the chair and said what she had been holding in her heart for a few days, this matter is not big or small, it is not even a problem for ordinary restaurants, but Hua Mian herself can't get around this bend.

Sikong Xiao didn't speak during the whole process of listening to her, and Hua Mian couldn't guess what he was thinking from the other party's face with no change in expression...... "Now this is the case, of course, I'm not saying that the ingredients you buy back are not good, but if there is no way to maintain the similar quality of the ingredients, it is difficult to unify the taste."

"I see, no wonder the recent dishes taste indescribably strange."

Hua Mian said everything, but she didn't feel relaxed at all, because it seemed that no one else could help except herself with this problem at the moment.