As soon as she woke up refreshed, Meng Hui jumped off the hard kang and quickly changed her clothes and went out, it was not yet dawn outside, she neatly lit a fire to boil water, swept the floor and prepared the breakfast ingredients, and was surprised when Aunt Ma finished cleaning up.

"Where is the sun coming out today?" She looked around Meng Hui exaggeratedly, and sighed, "As the saying goes, it's really good, women are coincidental!" Early in the morning, I was blessed and idle! ”

Meng Hui smiled and pulled her to knead the noodles to make hand-rolled noodles, and when the helpers and chefs got up, they had already prepared the seasonings, just waiting for the noodles and vegetables to be put into the pot.

The ingredients for preparing noodles are Aunt Ma's specialty.

Pure stuffed soy sauce and balsamic vinegar are mixed together, delicious and appetizing, the red pepper offered by Fanbang is dried and ground into powder, and poured into chili oil with rapeseed oil, which is fragrant and spicy, and is the essence of a bowl of seasoning.

Scoop a small piece of lard, sprinkle with chopped sesame peanuts, add some finely chopped kohlrabi, and a bowl of spicy, salty and fresh seasoning is ready.

"Auntie! If you want to set up a stall in the West Market, you can earn three entrances in the courtyard in Nancheng! Chang Lu instigated the noodles with a loud noise, and he couldn't help but want to praise them.

A small cook also followed: "Can those stalls compare with my aunt's craftsmanship?" It's a world of difference! ”

"Go and go, don't say it if you don't know it, that's a world of difference!" Another older man kicked him lightly, "If our family also makes breakfast, my aunt's skills must be passed on to me!" ”

Aunt Ma happily watched them pat their ass, although they often came to this set, but it still made her feel very happy. "Spread it, pass it on, this little thing in my stomach can't be put on the table, you can take it if you can see it."

The recipes of the restaurant are expensive, and the recipes of the folk women are not very important.

Generally speaking, food that appears rough is considered to be undecent. For example, this bowl of red, shiny thick noodles is always no more exquisite than the golden silk noodles eaten by other people.

The stalls set up by women in the West Market are only eaten by the poor who do hard work, and generally those with a few incomes in the family are reluctant to go. Either choose a stall set up by a man, even if the taste is not as delicious as that made by women, but everyone wants to be psychologically comfortable.

Just when everyone was in full swing, the master and the shopkeeper suddenly walked in from outside.

The master was a sturdy old man, who looked to be in his early fifties at most, but in fact he was almost seventy. His hair was jet black, without a trace of gray hair, tightly tied to the top of his head, and he looked very energetic.

The shopkeeper was thin and tall, about the same height as the master, but his body was less than half the width of others. He is different from the master master, he has a long beard on his mouth, and he looks more shrewd with sharp eyes.

Everyone got up and saluted them, and the shopkeeper said in a calm tone: "Everyone, we have been accused. ”

"What?!"

"Who sues us?"

"What are we doing?"

A group of cooks were inexplicable and surprised. You look at me, I look at you, and then look at the shopkeeper.

"It was the Mao owner, who was full of people, and he sued us for colluding with his master to set fire to his stables and house, and demanded compensation from us."

As soon as the shopkeeper's words came out, a group of young people shouted angrily, and their big tempers were about to rush out to find trouble. As a result, the master roared and quieted everyone down: "Shut up for me!" Listen to the shopkeeper! ”

The shopkeeper stood next to him, and his ears itched by this earth-shattering roar, and he pressed it quite embarrassedly before saying: "Mao Buba ran to the government to complain, but he couldn't come up with evidence, and the yamen didn't accept the complaint at all, and almost let people beat it out." ”

The shopkeeper seemed to think of this kind of picture, and couldn't help but want to laugh a little, and cleared his throat before continuing: "It's just that the people in the city have a great opinion of him recently, and he cries and cries all over the city, and a large number of people believe that this is what our store did." ”

Meng Hui saw the shopkeeper's calm expression, and estimated that this matter was nothing to Tianxianglou at all. However, she still admires Mao's ability to pluck and disgust people.

Killed someone and set fire, but also planted the blame on the competitor's head by the way, this person is to take advantage of the mentality of everything used, the principle of doing things is to squeeze any opportunity dry!

"Mao Buba claimed that the store was ruined, and the master also colluded with us to betray him, he had no place to play his private recipes, and planned to participate in this folk competition, please give him a personal field in the preliminary round."

actually took the opportunity to pull a sympathy vote! Meng Hui is simply convinced!

Could it be that Mao Buba plans to win the top spot in the competition and enter the imperial kitchen world? At this time, he is no longer the in-service chef of the restaurant, and in the eyes of the people, he is still quite persecuted by Tianxianglou, and maybe he will really support him to turn over through the competition.

But the imperial chef is not a safe profession, speaking of glory, how many can be mixed to retire normally? Not everyone can be as lucky as Wang Yuchu, the ancestor of Tianxianglou. He has a good little life, but why do you want to join in the fun?

Meng Hui felt that he was either out of his mind, or he had a small abacus, otherwise Mao Buba would not have sent him into the palace.

"In addition to preaching that Tianxianglou is bullying outside, Mao Buba also said that our owner had a grudge against stealing vegetables and sent someone to kill Zhao Runan, he participated in the competition not only to turn over for himself, but also to seek justice for Zhao Runan in front of the nobles."

Everyone was silent and didn't speak, except for Chef Fang and Meng Hui, in fact, everyone was a little suspicious in their hearts.

It's not that they can't trust Wang Dongjia's character, they just think that he was impulsive in anger, and it is very likely that he made such a decision.

The shopkeeper was still happy when he saw this, as if he couldn't see everyone's suspicions.

"We suspect that Mao Buba may have some kind of evidence in his hand that can prove that Zhao Runan's death is related to the people in our store. Otherwise, he would not be so confident and dare to go to the nobles to find trouble. ”

Meng Hui really couldn't think of any evidence in Mao Buba's hand, Zhao Runan didn't have many things to take away, except for clothes, shoes, copper plates and diaries, he didn't even want to take away a kitchen knife. What can she have in her to frame the people of Tianxianglou?

"Don't worry, everyone, look carefully to see if there are any items missing, and if there are, tell your master as soon as possible. Mao Buba wants to be a clown who jumps off the beam, and we have to deal with it calmly. You can't jump up and down with him and make people laugh! As for the competition, I'm afraid our store didn't join in the excitement, so let him ......"

"Shopkeeper! Hui'er wants to try it! Aunt Ma hurriedly took the opportunity to request, "You just let her go, I won't embarrass you!" ”

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