Xiao Er sent a pot of blue snails and a plate of crispy dates, and was busy greeting the others.

The musicians on stage plucked the strings and played the flute in harmony. The wine girl in the audience showed her eyes and shook it step by step.

Shen Xiao didn't squint, and only concentrated on making tea with a dull expression. Now it's easy to be a little guy. He waited for it to cool down, leaned his hand against the edge of the cup and measured the temperature before handing it to Zhao Qingmiao.

Zhao Qingmiao took the teacup, put it to her lips and took a sip, and looked around casually in her spare light.

The loft is quiet and the lobby is noisy. There are groups of three or five guests, and their eyebrows are dancing between laughter. There are also those who sit alone by the window, looking dazed.

Any new restaurant will always come up with some strange tricks to attract customers, but if you want to keep people, you have to firmly grasp the stomach of customers. This Xinglong Restaurant wants to have both. Otherwise, how could he become famous in this city in just over a month?

It also aroused the jealousy of many peers. There are those who come in to investigate, and there are also secret rumors that 'those who eat the food here and go back to dysentery'. The most important word of mouth in business, I don't know how Xinglong Restaurant will end up with it, but this kind of news disappeared within a day.

Zhao Qingmiao slowly combed it out, and felt that it must not be simple behind it.

Taking advantage of the gap between waiting for the food to be served, Chang Xi finally found out the origin of their owner with his self-cooked skills - he actually lived in the imperial city of Shangjing, and opened the restaurant to Yongcheng, Luoyang, just on a whim.

Those who have money and leisure will always be eclectic. Although it is separated from Beijing by mountains and rivers, it is indeed prosperous in Luoyang. Zhao Qingmiao nodded in agreement. If one day, she will also go to a place in Jiangnan to open a shop.

Shen Xiao frowned when he heard this. In Beijing, now he is trapped in the Zhao family, which has a square patio and a deep courtyard, and has completely lost contact with the capital. When the night was quiet, I was thinking: Could it be that Shen Ling did a good job as the regent, and no one even noticed whether there was anyone on the dragon throne? Or is the mastermind behind the scenes already in the palm of his hand?

The more I think about it, the more worried I become.

His eyes were like a tide of clouds for a while, floating and sinking.

"Guest officer, tired of collecting your feet, the food is here." The little second-hand came with a wooden plate and a smile.

Put down two light stir-fries, two frying oil stews, and a spoonful of pork rib soup.

Chang Xi was just about to get up and take a step, but was pressed back by Shen Xiao. Looking back, he picked up the kettle and poured it with a calm expression, and put the chopsticks in the bowl and went through it.

Chang Xi suddenly felt that he was redundant and sat down again, and his mouth was curled, and he was puzzled.

——Since she pretended to have a toothache last time, as Zhao Qingmiao's personal maid, she was unknowingly robbed of her work by this kid. If someone else wants to be lazy, he would be better and rush to serve the young lady.

Shen Xiao quickly picked up a meat bone, deliberately avoided the green onion and scooped up some soup before pushing the bowl over.

Zhao Qingmiao took a bite for the first time, the juice was rich and fragrant, and the meat was soft and chewy.

"Miss, are you planning to dig up the chef of Xinglong Restaurant with a lot of money?" Chang Xi covered his face with his hands and asked in a low voice.

In this restaurant business, the most taboo thing is to be poached by the cook, which is like the hatred of taking a wife. If you don't do it well, you will come to make the trippers take revenge.

"I'm not going to make trouble for myself." Zhao Qingmiao's eyes had already moved to another vinegared fish, only to see a pair of chopsticks immediately chase his gaze, carefully turn over the fish belly meat, pick it up and dip it in the sauce before sending it into the bowl.

She looked up along the chopsticks, and happened to meet Shen Xiao's dustless gaze, and her heart moved slightly at the touch, and she lowered her eyes to eat.

- As a subordinate, eyesight is too important.

Shen Xiao saw it in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth quickly became a smile.

At this time, an old man walked in outside the door.

He has a white beard and a powerful step. The clothes were old and decent, and before entering the door, he dusted off the crumbs on his body, and then rolled up his sleeves and folded them, revealing his rough wrists with green tendons.

The old man's eyes were sharp, and he swept around and found that there were no empty seats, and some of them stood in place.

Seeing that it was a regular customer, Xiao Er hurriedly greeted him and greeted him politely: "Yo Huo Lao, you see that there is no place today, if you don't mind, set up a table, right?" ”

Zhao Qingmiao didn't care about that end, and ate very seriously.

Seeing that Huo Laoweng nodded his beard and walked straight to this side.

Chang Xi's eyelids jumped, and he immediately got up: "I'm sorry, old man, my young lady is not used to setting up a table with people." ”

- Zhao Qingmiao really doesn't like it, people who don't know it always feel uncomfortable.

As soon as Xiao Er heard this, he planned to lead people to the table by the window on the west side.

Huo Laoweng stood still and began to look at the three people in front of him. From Zhao Qingmiao, Chang Xi passed by, and stopped on Shen Xiao for a while. There was a faint hesitation in his eyes, and he didn't know what to confirm later, and his eyes quickly folded.

Shen Xiao's face was cold, and he looked at him strangely.

"Miss, this?" Chang Xi bit his lip, and pressed his fingers on the edge of the table a little embarrassed. She just has a louder voice and a straight temperament on weekdays, and she can't do it to drive an old man away.

Zhao Qingmiao raised her face and sighed, and called back Xiao Er: "If it's not in the way, let's set up a table." ”

Xiao Er thanked her repeatedly, then turned to the old man and asked, "Huo Lao, do you still pick three dishes at random?" ”

Huo Laoweng said: "Yes, and it depends on your cook's skills today." After speaking, he made a gesture towards Zhao Qingmiao, who was facing him, and sat down calmly.

- This man behaved politely, not as rudely as ordinary workmanship.

Zhao Qingmiao bowed his head and continued to eat.

After a while, Huo Laoweng's dishes came up. The little second also put down another plate of saltwater peanuts, and said with a smile that it was to thank Zhao Qingmiao.

Huo Laoweng smoked his chopsticks and looked at three dishes: golden belly shreds, Hu spicy soup, and camphor tea duck.

Zhao Qingmiao didn't care at first, so he listened to him start with tasting dishes, how to make each dish ingredients, how many heats to cook, and what he said.

She suddenly became a little interested, and set her bowl aside. Squinted his eyes to take a good look at him, and with his hands on his cheeks, he couldn't help but think: Is it a light that can move his mouth, or can he use his hands?

"The color and fragrance are actually the kung fu of the spoon. Today's three dishes, the first two are not as good as the taste. Huo Laoweng ate a few bites, folded his hands and picked his teeth.

Xiao Er happened to pass by when he was delivering food, shook his head and smiled helplessly. "You are not ordinary, you must have tasted the delicacies of the mountains and the sea. The cook in our building has never been so picky. ”

"Huh! Old and stubborn, after living for so many years, he has always eaten some good things. Don't tell the cook, the anger of the province will run away. "That Huo's old words are half-true and half-false, and the smile is a little sincere.

Zhao Qingmiao bent her fingers, clasped the table casually, and asked tentatively: "Old man, do you also know how to cook?" ”

Hearing this, Huo Lao was immediately stunned, something flashed in his eyes, he quickly calmed down, waved his hand and smiled: "Miss can afford it, who in the eighteenth lane doesn't know that the old man is an umbrella maker, and his only hobby is to eat." I have lived most of my life and traveled from south to north, and I have eaten the big restaurants with five banners, and I have also tasted the small noodle stalls in the deep alleys at the end of the street. Look at me, that's too much, isn't it? Hahaha, Miss don't want to laugh. ”

"Really?" Zhao Qingmiao's gaze fell, and he couldn't hide a little disappointment on his face.

And when Shen Xiao looked at Old Man Huo, there was more deep meaning in his eyes.