This rumor didn't spread into the restaurant, but the guys knew about it, and they didn't care much if they heard it too much. As for Chef Ho, he is even more deaf, there is nothing more important than cooking.

"Pumpkin pie? Famous? ”

The young man and the servant sat on the second floor of the teahouse opposite the noodle shop, watching the people on the streets of Nancheng with a leisurely view. The after-dinner chatter in the small town is nothing more than such a small thing, but the young man who has a cup of tea has heard about it.

The little guy next to him immediately understood, and said: "Yes, it is delicious, and some people say that maybe they can't eat such delicious food in the capital!" ”

"Can't compare to the capital?" The man scoffed, this is too arrogant, there are many delicious dim sum shops in the capital that need to queue up. He put away the folding fan in his hand, and the fan clapped his palm, "Let's go, I'll go see if this is so delicious." ”

If it was so easy to be compared, those masters in the capital would simply buy a piece of tofu and die.

After coming to Nancheng for so many days, Zhao Jing, a slightly famous restaurant shop, has long understood it clearly.

He had also heard of the name Xiangmanyuan, but he heard that the food tasted good, but it didn't change much, and he got tired of eating it a few more times. He didn't expect this novel pumpkin pie to come from Xiangmanyuan.

Entering the Xiangmanyuan, he went directly to the second floor, sat down by the window, and at a glance it was the moat of Nancheng, and there were some boatmen carrying laughing teenagers and girls on the river, so the wide vision was not bad.

It was his first time here, and he ordered pumpkin pie and a few side dishes by the way.

There are not many guests in Xiangmanyuan, and the dishes are served much faster than those on the side, and soon one dish after another is placed on the table. Recently, there have been many people who come to eat pumpkin pie, so the plate of snacks is placed in a prominent position.

As soon as Zhao Jing raised his chin, the little guy next to him moved the pumpkin pie in front of him and put a piece in Zhao Jing's porcelain bowl.

"It's okay, and I don't know if it's as good as that person."

The little girl moved the corners of her mouth wordlessly, and said in her heart that the shape of that dim sum was originally specially studied like that for those girls to like. And this is not the capital, it would be nice to have a pattern of dim sum in a small place.

As soon as he took a bite, Zhao Jing said "um" with satisfaction, it's okay.

Although it is not as mysterious as the street and alley, it is still delicious. The skin is soft and chewy, and the bean paste filling inside is soft and slightly sweet, with a little osmanthus fragrance - this is what Jiang Yuxin came up with.

I didn't expect that in a small city, there would be a master who could make dim sum so well.

Zhao Jing ate to his heart's content, left the last piece, thought about it and rewarded it to the little servant, "Look at how good Young Master Ben is to you, and I will give you a taste." ”

Then, Zhao Jing gave him another look, and the latter immediately raised his voice and shouted to the shopkeeper. Shopkeeper Chen smiled and asked the guest if he was going to settle the bill, but the little servant stunned him with a sentence, "My master wants to meet this person who makes dim sum." ”

"The guest guy is talking about making pumpkin pie?" Shopkeeper Chen was a little puzzled, no one had ever mentioned this request to him before, this was the first time.

"That's right, this snack barely entered the eyes of this son, and if you want to meet the person who makes this snack, you have to trouble the shopkeeper."

Zhao Jing drank the tea slowly, and never put down the folding fan in his hand, and the fan pendant was a piece of Hetian jade with an excellent water head. Shopkeeper Chen took a look at it more, had a number in his heart, and sent someone to the back kitchen to call Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu was a little nervous, could it be that the osmanthus was added to the filling and was not liked by the guests? She straightened her clothes a little, tied her hair back up, and then followed.

There are usually men in the back kitchen, but a little girl was called, Zhao Jing's eyes lit up, but he was deflated the moment he saw Jiang Yu's face, and covered half of his face with a fan, he almost wanted to leave on the spot.

I thought it was a girl with Lan Xinhui, but this girl's figure was a little too slender, and he was worried that a gust of wind would blow her away. It's too ugly for the little girl's family to be thin like this, Zhao Jing thought in disgust. She can see this face quite delicately, but she is smoked by the smoke of the kitchen, and she has no color.

Jiang Yu bowed his head respectfully, "This guest officer, but you are looking for me?" ”

"Little girl, is that the pumpkin pie you made?" Zhao Jing nodded a plate with his chin, full of arrogance.

I don't know why, Jiang Yu saw his lofty expression, and suddenly gave birth to a nameless fire, and even wanted to find his kitchen knife and slam it in front of him.

But he was a guest, Jiang Yu swallowed that little bit of indignation and replied meekly: "I did it." ”

"It's very much in line with my son's taste, oh, reward money." Zhao Jing smiled, and the little servant handed Jiang Yu a heavy purse.

The purse is not big, but it is bulging. Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, and immediately bowed, "Thank you for this master's reward!" ”

What is arrogance! It's okay to dislike it! If you are rich, you are an uncle! It would be nice to come to this rich boy a few more times!