Wu Sihai was the first to object: "No, you made Master's dishes, so what happened when he came back?" ”

is not responsible, no matter what is the priority, can there be such a man in the world?

Ren Yan squinted at him: "In front of my uncle and uncle, we don't cook, but you give me a way out!" ”

The trouble is that he broke in, and he said everything he said.

Wu Sihai drooped his head, no one dared to look at it, hating himself for being at a loss, and hating Ren Rou for being aggressive.

This will show her.

The more he looked at Ren Yan, the more wrong he became, the yellow-haired girl was just a yellow-haired girl, and he didn't hide behind his fathers when he encountered something, where did he come up with so many ideas, fanning the flames and not keeping the woman's way!

But no matter how much he hates, he doesn't dare to show it, after all, the one who can support him is the one who brings him down.

Wu Sihai was silent.

Xiao Tong asked, "Miss Ren has an idea?" ”

Ren Yan said: "It's not ready-made, I have to make firewood ducks, and there are firewood chickens and firewood fish in other restaurants, and I wonder if I can make a firewood shark fin." ”

Several masters glanced at each other: "It's feasible, it's just simmered in thick soup or clear soup, and it's washed with the original ingredients, and the soup is not changed, so it's not fresh." ”

Ren Yan rolled his eyes: "What about simmering with bamboo soup?" ”

Last time I was in Chengjia, the wishful bamboo sun, although I didn't taste it, but only smelling the fresh fragrance has made her unforgettable.

What's more, the day before yesterday I borrowed a few old books from Gu Tingwen, among them, there was a product of bamboo sunflower soup in the "Diaoding Collection".

After she finished speaking, the master of the red case smiled and said: "I forgot this grass Bazhen, there is a bamboo liver paste soup in Shudi, and the porcelain under the hands of the masters is alive, and the soup is fragrant and mellow." ”

Another also woke up like a dream: "Not only Sichuan cuisine, Guangdong has Daoding Lake Luohan Zhai, grass Bazhen accounts for three things, including a product of bamboo sun, which looks very beautiful." ”

Xiao Tong also smiled: "Since everyone has this meaning, let's just do it, who will cook this dish?" ”

I didn't say anything for a while.

Du Liren is domineering and good-looking, and he wants to make a splash at the birthday banquet and consolidate his reputation as the leader of the red case.

The life of everyone under his hands was already difficult, and it couldn't be worse.

Xiao Tong turned his gaze to Ren Yan: "Miss Ren thinks it's ......"

"I'll do it anyway." Ren Yan saw it, "It's not that I'm presumptuous in front of a few uncles, the master and apprentice are already all lost, and the master only brought me and Senior Brother Wu today, so we should be on top." ”

The old master from before spoke: "Let a little girl take care of the matter, we will smash the signboard when it is passed out, I made the duck with firewood, and I will come with shark fin." ”

The young man who followed him also said: "I have seen and tasted the liver paste soup, and the bamboo soup has hit my hand." If Master Du turns around and blames the girl, we all have a share! ”

Xiao Tong nodded: "Then I can call the shots here, as soon as the wine and food are over, the first course will replace the shark fin with bamboo sunwood, and the eighth course will replace the duck with winter duck." ”

"Okay!"

Xiao Tong patted Ren Yan's shoulder and smiled kindly: "Go and give your uncles a hand." ”

Ready-made shark fin bamboo grate is covered with another layer, bamboo chopsticks are put on the shelf, chicken, duck and ham scallops are placed on top, green onion and ginger are boiled in a pot under cold water, and then transferred to low heat 㸆 soup.

The masters on the other stove have already split the duck's back, washed the stuff, and steamed it in the cage drawer.

The newly delivered Jingdong vegetables have also been put into the pot, waiting for the duck to come out of the pot and edge.

The fire in the chest was blazing, and Ren Yan looked at it in a trance.

Just now, it was categorical, and it was inevitable to mumble when you really got started.