If several people come to eat together, it will not be too boring, and it will be a little embarrassing for a person to sit like that, in addition to letting the guests smell the aroma of the food while waiting, and watch the process of serving it from the pot, it can visually raise the expectations of diners.

In fact, just as Hua Mian thought, Xiao Wu felt a warm emotion when he saw Hua Mian and several people take out the rice from the wooden barrel, and then pour a large spoonful of stew from the cauldron on the side and pour it on the rice, when the smoke rises.

Outside the restaurant, the cold winter breeze blows the rice with a reddish-brown glow in the potato stew, and Hanami uses crude sugar cubes to enhance the color of the stew.

The aroma of the broth fills the entire restaurant with a bowl of potato stewed rice and a broth made from the bones left over from the shaved bones of diced radish and green beans.

There was no need for any greeting words, the people who came to eat were all familiar craftsmen, and the meals and desks were eaten......

"This mouthful of food has warmed up in the stomach", the craftsman who spoke had been cutting wooden planks in the courtyard of the workshop all day today, relying on the heat brought by the work to keep warm, his fingers were frozen a little stiff, and at this time he put his hand on the edge of the bowl, and his palm was also hot.

"The taro can also be such a delicious dish," Xiao Wu sighed.

Recently, there have been many merchants selling taro in the imperial city, and in the process of trade with Xiyao, some merchants found that the taro in Xiyao was very easy to plant, and it could be wrapped in stomach if eaten, so there were many more farmers planting taro, but no matter how cheap and popular the taro was, no one would do it.

The chefs here have tried a variety of cooking techniques, and the one they finally recognized was the fried potatoes in the first meal they had after the flower sleep.

However, even if the cooking method is recognized by the majority of chefs, it does not mean that the taste of the taro can be accepted by the public, and the only thing left is the advantage of cheap price.

When decorating the shop for Huamian, Xiao Wu and others ate the taro made by Huamian, which was also fried and cut into the finer, and the taste was much better, and the taro with shredded meat and radish was no longer soft and difficult to eat, but added a crisp taste.

The fried shredded taro that they had eaten before had already made Xiao Wu think that it was the most delicious way to cook the taro, because that dish had successfully changed their opinion of the taro, but they never thought that the taro would have such a taste.

"Chef Xia, is this really a potato? It's completely different from what I've eaten before, the last time I ate it, it was still crispy, why has it become like soup today, there is no need to chew it at all, this wonderful taste has never been eaten ......", a craftsman swallowed the rice in his mouth and looked in the direction of the counter and asked Hua Mian.

Hua Mian even saw the emotion of 'worship' in the other party's eyes, plus they were the first customers of this store in the real sense...... "Xiaocui, go to the back and dig out a jar of wine buried under the wall"

"But Sister Huamian ......", Xiao Cui hesitated: "Didn't those wines say that they were to be used to entertain distinguished guests?" ”。

Xiao Cui still remembers that the materials used to make those wines were still brought out of the palace by Huamian and made from the sacred tree flowers in the church, because the price was expensive and the quantity was scarce, Huamian specially said that when the business in the store was booming, when there were big people who came to patronize it, they would take it out to entertain distinguished guests.