"Young master, there are braised pork, stuffed eggplant, minced tofu, fried beans, mushroom and chicken soup...... The scholar glanced at the sign in the lobby, and then asked Yuan Shaoming, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Let's just do a little bit of the same." Yuan Shaoming was not in the mood to choose those, anyway, he had a big appetite, and he was not afraid of not being able to finish eating.

The dishes were ready-made, but they were fried in a relatively small pot, and after a while the scholar came over with a tray full of them.

Five dishes and one soup, it is still very rich.

Yuan Shaoming felt that he was a "man in the rivers and lakes", and he didn't want his grandfather and father to be so particular, so he didn't wait for the scholar to help him try the dishes, he took the chopsticks and ate them.

But when a mouthful of tofu entered his throat, he immediately wanted to spit it out.

"Ahem, ahem! This, it's a small stir-fry! Because there were things in the canteen of Qingshan Academy, food must not be wasted, so Yuan Shaoming could only swallow the whole lump.

The scholar saw that Yuan Shaoming's face was red when he coughed, and hurriedly went up to help Yuan Shaoming pat his back.

"This is a small stir-fry, this plate of tofu costs fifteen yuan." The scholar replied while patting it.

Yuan Shaoming was a rough man in the end, and he eased up at once.

Then he couldn't be disgusted anymore and said, "This thing is still a little fried!" Yuan Shaoming's voice was raised to attract the attention of the people in the lobby.

Including the fat man in charge of the kitchen, who was told that it was not delicious in front of him, his face turned black when he landed, and the spoon in his hand was thrown loudly.

"Ho!" Yuan Shaoming was also full of resentment, this dish was made like this, and he was not allowed to say it.

Tofu is good, but the taste is ...... It's just too light. Yuan Shaoming is a person who likes heavy tastes, this kind of dish that can almost be said to be boiled tofu in white water, he is really not interested in eating it.

Yuan Shaoming looked at it again, the stewed eggplant was pitch black, and at first glance, there was less oil and condiments. The chicken broth is also light, and the chicken is too chai.

Nothing to his liking......

Yuan Shaoming was a little frustrated, didn't he say that Jiangnan people are the best at eating? How to make the dish like this, the rice is a bit desirable.

After sitting there for a while, Yuan Shaoming was glanced at by the fat chef for a long time, and Yuan Shaoming simply said, "Bring that bowl of rice to my room, and the rest ...... You've solved it. ”

When the scholar heard this, he immediately persuaded, "The young master should eat a little, and the slave will have to wait a while to go down the mountain to buy it for you now." ”

The scholar's voice was very small, but the chef had been paying attention to them, so no matter how small it was, it was heard.

"When you get to our Qingshan Academy, you have to eat the things of Qingshan Academy, today you can go up the mountain to eat big fish and meat, but tomorrow you won't, if someone can be hungry for half a month and only eat white rice, then I Li Dashu admires!" The chef immediately said contemptuously.

Readers don't want to read and think about what is delicious all day long, I really don't know how important it is!

Seeing Yuan Shaoming leave angrily, the chef sneered again.

When he returned to his house, Yuan Shaoming ate a few bites of white rice and felt that it was too difficult to swallow.

Yuan Shaoming dropped his chopsticks, and he knew that he was not strong, wouldn't it be good to go to the town to eat.

Yuan Shaoming wanted to cry without tears, but just when his stomach was protesting and he was about to give in, he suddenly smelled a fragrance.

He hurriedly got up and searched for a while before finding a cloth bag.

That's what the weak chicken roommate's sister gave him just now!