The profitability of the restaurant depends on craftsmanship. In order to find out the strength of my own chef, I reluctantly spent the money I got from the young master and tasted the dishes of several restaurants with similar strength in the neighborhood.

To be honest, the chef's skills are not bad, but they are not outstanding and decent. It's no wonder that you can't keep guests, but the taste can't keep the hearts of the rich, and the price makes ordinary people feel discouraged.

That's a problem, but it's not a problem.

I insisted on opening a restaurant, firstly, I was reluctant to decorate the store, and secondly, I had exclusive recipes in hand.

It is said that this recipe was unintentional, because the family was poor, there was little food, and there were occasional good things, most of which were eaten by my father's grandmother, and a little soup and water were left to satisfy my hunger.

I scratched my lungs hard, and inadvertently used some ordinary gadgets to make a rare delicacy, and I didn't give it to my parents, but opened a small stove for myself.

This time there is a restaurant, and those small dishes have a place to use.

But the dish fits my little girl's mouth, but I don't know if it fits the taste of everyone in Nanjiang City. And there are not many recipes in hand, and it is far from enough to open a unique restaurant.

The ingredients in Luo's kitchen are enough for me to devote myself to developing recipes, and the people who try them are a few people around me.

"Grandma," Lu Yuan stuffed a mouthful of food into his mouth, and his speech was a little slurred, "How did you get obsessed with cooking lately?" ”

My biggest pastime in the past was reading and learning calligraphy, and because of my status, I didn't have to come to the kitchen. So during this time, people looked a little strange.

"If you have nothing to do, get some delicious food for the eldest young master." I don't plan to tell the third person about the existence of the restaurant, even if someone recognizes the dishes in the future, they can be pushed to the identity of the young master.

"The relationship between the eldest young grandmother and the eldest young master is so good!" Lu Yuan swallowed what was in his mouth and said enviously.

She always felt that I had a good relationship with the young master, and even if she saw me being punished with her own eyes, she didn't doubt it at all.

For this little girl who has a favor to me, I don't plan to break her illusions. In the Luo family, simple people are treasures.

Bringing the newly developed dishes and pork rib soup to the young master's room, ignoring Youfu's resentful gaze, I said to the young master expectantly, "Young master, try my new dish?" ”

The eldest young master glanced at Youfu.

Youfu came out, picked up the spoon with a hateful face, and tasted the food in small bites.

His face was ruddy from being raised by my vegetables during this time, but he always felt that I would be poisoned, and he twisted his eyebrows in his mouth, as if he would die of poison in the next second, which is really ...... It's a lot of fun.

After waiting for half a cup of tea, nothing happened. Youfu put down the chopsticks in his hand and nodded unwillingly, but he didn't know that his eyes showed reluctance and eagerness, and said to the young master: "Master, the dish is fine." ”

Only then did the eldest young master put down the book in his hand and deigned to eat the food.

His hand wound had not healed, so he was blessed to feed it himself. A bite of food and a mouthful of soup, like a full uncle. He is indeed an uncle.

"Are you going to sell these dishes in restaurants?" The young master didn't comment on whether the food was good or not, but asked if it was useful.

I nodded, "The dishes in Nanjiang City Restaurant are similar, if there are no excellent new dishes, it will be difficult to stand out." ”

"It's okay," the young master said with a deep thought in his eyes, "It's just ......"

Halfway through the words, it hangs people's appetites.

"Just what?" I asked.

The young master closed his eyes and shook his head, "It's nothing, I'm sleepy, you go down." ”

He knew there was a problem, but he didn't tell me.

"Young Master......"

"Ye said he was sleepy!" Blessed interrupted me rudely, I had no doubt that I would be thrown out if I asked any more, and hurried away.

The taste is fine, the appearance is fine, what is the problem?

Alone in the room, looking at the new dishes, I couldn't figure it out.

"Alas!" Sighing heavily, scratching his head in frustration, he gathered up the leftovers and headed for the kitchen.

Instead of scratching your heart and lungs, you should go to the kitchen and have a look, maybe it will open your mind.

By this time it was already dark, dinner time had passed, and the kitchen should be empty.

Looking from afar, I saw a fire inside, and a few steps closer, I heard a cough and couldn't help but wrinkle my eyebrows.

The voice......

"Second Young Master, why are you in the kitchen?"

"Why did you bring the bowl yourself?"

Almost at the same time, the two sides were surprised.

The second young master was holding a fire fold in his hand, his face was black and white, and he kept coughing.

Thick black smoke came out of the stove, choking on people.

This kitchen is like running water.

Putting down what I was holding, I took the fan and the fire breaker and ignited the sporadic flames in the stove. When the smoke cleared, I couldn't help but look outside the house, but fortunately there were no people shouting for water and anxious faces to put out the fire.

The second young master had a dirty face, an embarrassing pestle in front of the stove, and a ball of dough half-hidden behind him. If you ignore the size of the thumb of the dough, it can also be said to be noodles.

"You, do you want to make a strip?" I guessed in bewilderment.

The second young master froze, smiled dryly, and completely blocked the noodles.

There are no three hundred taels of silver here, which is really laughable.