[Please keep in mind the domain name of this site" ", or search in Baidu: Sanlian Literature Network] The guest's request stumped Zhou Qing'an. But he was reluctant to give in. This is testing him, he can't lose to Wang Jiuzhi, it's easy to give himself a chance, and he must not waste it in vain.

In the past two years, although he has served Wang Jiuzhi's ability, he does not admit defeat in his heart, and always thinks that he can surpass him one day. But the gap is like a hurdle that can never be overcome, no matter how he thinks about it, the dishes in Wang Jiuzhi's hand are changing and popping out. Sometimes he really wanted to open Wang Jiuzhi's head to see what was inside. How can there be so many recipes.

Today he was finally waiting for an opportunity, at least to show that he was still a chef. As soon as he heard the guest's request to show the knife work of Huai'an cuisine, he also wanted to send Wensi tofu up, but in addition to the fact that the dish could not meet the guest's requirements, what he finally wanted was that Wensi tofu was Wang Jiuzhi's master.

Let him think about it, what is there to do.

Ruixue, who was cutting shredded carrots, also fell into deep thought after listening to Jin Shengchuan's words. The topic is for Zhou Qing'an, but my father said that giving others a chance is also a chance for yourself, and you can have more opportunities than others if you think more and practice more.

If it weren't for the knife work that insisted on embodying Huai'an cuisine, it was still possible for the Buddha to jump over the wall before, but what should I do now?

Zhou Qingan touched this and looked at that, and the things he got in his hands were vetoed by himself again.

That's the Imperial Kitchen, it's the Imperial Kitchen. As the highest honor of a cook, the imperial chef wants to eat the dishes he makes, how can he not be excited, but his mind is blank.

"Do you want to invite Master Wang?"

Jin Sheng, who was anxiously waiting to the side, said cautiously. Zhou Qingan has been thinking about it for so long and hasn't decided what to cook, so he is really anxious. If the service is not good, his reward will be gone. Jin Sheng carefully said what he thought.

Cui Huaiguang glared at Jin Sheng and looked at Zhou Qingan apologetically. Master Zhou is a good hand at Huai'an cuisine, but it is still worse than Wang Jiuzhi, and it is good to let Wang Jiuzhi put on his fingers in such a big scene today.

Zhou Qingan waved his hand a little frustratedly and motioned for someone to invite Wang Jiuzhi. He really didn't have a clue at all, although he was not convinced, but he still had to endure things related to the reputation of the store.

Jin Sheng ran to find Wang Jiuzhi in a smoke, thinking that Wang Jiuzhi would agree, but no matter what he said, Wang Jiuzhi just didn't agree. Even Cui Huaiguang said it himself, but he still didn't agree.

Daddy doesn't cook? Rui Xue couldn't help but be a little curious, how could her father cherish such a good opportunity? People who eat Dad's cooking on weekdays are very ordinary people, and today there is such a good opportunity for the imperial chef to come, why doesn't Dad seize it? Didn't he always tell himself to cherish every opportunity?

"Master Wang." Cui Huaiguang begged Wang Jiuzhi who locked himself in the house again, how can this Master Wang be awkward. No matter how you say it, it seems that the so-called good talkers are not good at all.

There was still no sound in the room, and Cui Huaiguang really felt anxious. This Lemin Building was taken care of by him bit by bit, but it couldn't be destroyed like this.

"Master Wang."

Finally, there was a faint noise in the room. Jin Sheng, who had his ears on the door panel and his eyes staring at the crack in the door, happily pointed to the house and quickly jumped away.

"It's out, it's out."

There was an uproar among the people waiting outside the house. Earlier, the word came over that the imperial chef was already in a hurry, and he provoked that person, which was really ruined. It seems that Master Wang has figured it out, which is really good.

Cui Huaiguang has more thoughts than ordinary people. Master Wang deliberately didn't come out for so long, was he waiting for the imperial chef to eat? Once a person is hungry, as long as he eats it, no matter what it is, he will feel that it is a delicacy in the world. Is this the method?

Chef Wang is really an ordinary cook, and I can imagine this. With this kind of thought, he should learn like Wang Jiuzhi. For example, in the future, when doing business, you must learn how to arouse the interest of others; There are also different ways to make the same thing, and the results can be achieved differently.

The door opened, Cui Huaiguang rushed forward and walked to Wang Jiuzhi's side: "Master Wang." He soon found that Wang Jiuzhi was still carrying a burden, "Master Wang, where are you going?" I'm still waiting for you to cook! ”

Wang Jiuzhi said very calmly: "A monk came to Shen Songju recently, and I heard that the food is very good, I want to go over and take a look." ”

Cui Huaiguang thought that Wang Jiuzhi came out to make dishes, but he didn't expect him to say that he was going to the temple. When is this, Wang Jiuzhi still has the leisure to go to the temple to meet the monks.

"Master Wang, this deep pine residence will not move for decades, and Linggu Temple will not disappear in a day. Let's take a look at the chef first. It's a rare opportunity, and it's gone. ”

Cui Huaiguang patiently explained the importance of the matter. He knew that he was rambling, and Wang Jiuzhi must have understood this truth better than himself, but he still had to say it.

Wang Jiuzhi smiled and said, "Let's go." Whether the food is delicious or not is not up to him alone. ”

Cui Huaiguang couldn't wait to hug Wang Jiuzhi's thigh: "Master Wang." But how much good can that mouth bring us? With such a royal chef to point out a few words, the reputation of our Lemin Building will spread all over the country, and as long as someone comes to Nanjing in the future, they will inevitably think of our Lemin Building. Think about it, if our Lemin Building can be the same as the glazed tower and the saltwater duck for Nanjing City, wouldn't it be the best? In the future, our Lemin Building may be able to open a branch in the capital. Cui Huaiguang imagined his plan for Lemin Building infinitely.

"Could it be that without me, you can't do this Lemin Building? In the future, if you open a branch in the capital, I will have to travel thousands of miles from Nanjing to the capital every day, can I not do it? Wang Jiuzhi joked but said seriously to Cui Huaiguang, he glanced at Zhou Qing'an, who was standing behind him, "Brother Zhou, no one here can make the most authentic Huai'an cuisine except you." ”

Zhou Qingan, who was originally a little annoyed, finally let out a smile. Wang Jiuzhi said that, which gave him a lot of encouragement. Oh, yes! Among these chefs in Lemin Building, who can make the most authentic Huai'an cuisine. Only him.

"But......" But the guest's question made him feel infinitely embarrassed, and Zhou Qingan still had some concerns. Wang Jiu pointed out that believing in oneself is one thing, and whether he can do it is another.

Wang Jiuzhi patted him on the shoulder: "There is no obstacle in the world that cannot be overcome, and you have eaten more rice than I have walked." ”

"Daddy!" Rui Xue couldn't help but stop Wang Jiuzhi, why did Dad give up so easily?

"Learn from Master Zhou. Dad will come back in a few days when he goes to Shensongju, and he will make you a vegetarian dish to eat when the time comes. Wang Jiu made a promise to his daughter and walked out the back door.

Where did Cui Huaiguang think that Wang Jiuzhi would go out so resolutely, and follow behind without giving up, hoping that Wang Jiuzhi would change his mind in the end.

Zhou Qing'an thought about how to make the dishes reflect the four seasons and show Huai'an knife work, which is indeed a problem. Is it a melon carving or a stir-fry? Or is it a stew?

If it's a melon carving, watermelon and pumpkin are OK, but what can be used instead of spring and winter?

"What's wrong with you?"

"Lord Yuan." The people in the kitchen greeted Yuan Bin who came in, and looked at Ruixue with an ambiguous look on his face. Yuan Bin often comes to Lemin Building, and everyone speculates that this Lord Yuan has taken a fancy to Ruixue, or else, an officer of Caoyun Yamen, why do you come to the restaurant so diligently.

As soon as Rui Xue saw that it was Yuan Bin, she immediately stepped forward: "Lord Yuan, are you here?" ”

"What's wrong? Where is Uncle Wang going? The shopkeeper Cui chased after him, and he didn't see him when I greeted him. ”

Rui Xue sighed: "There is an imperial chef here." If we want to do what can see the four seasons and eat the dishes of the four seasons, we must also reflect the knife work of Huai'an cuisine. Master Zhou was stumped. asked his father to do it, but he refused to do anything, and he had to go to Shensongju to watch people cook food. ”

Yuan Bin glanced at Zhou Qing'an, who was walking around in the courtyard, and was surprised, but he was surprised that an imperial chef came: "Imperial chef? ”

"It's called Feng Wanfu. I seem to be very picky when eating. ”

Suddenly, some apprentices who were cutting vegetables said sourly: "Who knows if he is really a royal chef." Just don't be a cheater. ”

As soon as he said this, Zhou Qingan, who was thinking about the recipe, suddenly woke up. Oh, yes! He didn't think of this stubble. A few days ago, I heard that someone pretended to be Wang Gonggong in the capital and went to Fujian to deceive. It doesn't matter if you're cheated out of some money, it's because the male protagonist smashed his own signboard and it was broken.

"Feng Wanfu? But I've heard the name. Yuan Bin thought about it carefully, but he remembered that the emperor was on his southern tour, but there was a cook named Feng Wanfu who followed him to cook.

Zhou Qingan grabbed Yuan Bin's hands and held them tightly: "Lord Yuan, have you really, really heard this name?" "He's given up on cooking, and even if he can't cook, he can't ruin his reputation at the hands of a liar, and it won't be the case now.

"A few years ago, when the emperor went on a southern tour, I heard the governor present a few small dishes, but later I heard that one of the pickled leek flowers was not as good as a cook named Feng Wanfu."

Jin Sheng immediately shouted, "Yes, yes! The apprentices of that person just now all said that he pickled leek flowers best. It must be him! He also asked me where we got this recipe. ”

"Not busy, not busy. Lord Yuan, do you still know who that Feng Imperial Chef is? Or what else is good at it. ”

Cui Huaiguang, who returned in a daze, took Zhou Qingan's hand: "Master Zhou, don't ask." Master Wang has confessed and wants you to do it with all your heart. ”

"Dedicated?" Wang Jiuzhi asked himself to do his best, "What if it's fake? ”

Cui Huaiguang behaved extraordinarily generously: "What is fake is fake." It's also to blame that our Lemin Building is famous, those small facades, people are not worth cheating. ”

Is that so? Zhou Qingan couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart. Is it really Cui Huaiguang's thoughts? Why didn't Wang Jiuzhi do it himself, but gave the opportunity to himself, it would never be because of the food of Shen Songju, and why did he have to tell Cui Huaiguang to do it himself? Is there something else in this? Or did Wang Jiuzhi already think that person was the imperial chef? Why does he think so?

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