After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

Mr. Lu said with a look of disgust.

It's okay to eat some small dishes in this kind of small shop, but the preparation of these famous dishes is still a little bit worse.

"You have eaten, where did you eat?"

Mr. Wang was a little surprised and couldn't help asking.

"Ding Xunjun of Huayue Building."

When Mr. Lu said these words, he raised his head slightly, looking a little proud.

Now Mr. Wang couldn't help being a little surprised.

"That's no wonder!"

The Ding family is a well-known heir to the Imperial Banquet in country A, and Ding Xunjun is the heir of this generation, known as a genius among geniuses.

This young master of the Ding family is well-known in country A, and no one who has eaten his dishes will feel bad.

But Ding Xunjun rarely cooks himself.

"Old man Lu, when did you eat Ding Xunjun's dishes and didn't ask me to come with you?"

Mr. Wang couldn't help but said.

After all, at their age, there are not many things that can interest them.

"I don't know either. It was a private banquet. The master's house does have some connections. The chef Ding Xunjun invited that day."

Mr. Wang couldn't help being a little proud when he said this.

"Then what is this rouge goose breast like?"

Mr. Wang couldn't help asking curiously.

"Long plate, thick cut, somewhat similar color, but just a hint of pink."

Mr. Lu commented.

Specially add a sentence.

"When it comes out, the aroma hits the face."

Speaking of this, Mr. Lu took a special look at the rouge goose breast that Song Weitang made in front of him.

The style is indeed beautiful, but the food is more important than the taste.

The color and fragrance, this taste is far worse.

"My sister-in-law's cooking must be better than others' cooking."

Fu Rongyu on the side suddenly spoke.

He stayed in country A for a short time, and he didn't know Ding Xunjun at all.

Don't say he doesn't know him, even if he knows him, he won't think that Ding Xunjun cooks better than his sister-in-law.

For the Fu family, it is instinct to protect their weaknesses.

"Haha, but Miss Song is really good at cooking."

When Mr. Wang heard what Fu Rongyu said, he laughed out loud.

is good!

Anyway, he has never eaten anything better than Song Yatou's.

But Ding Xunjun is well-known, and he has never eaten it, so naturally there is no way to compare it.

But in a word, Song girl's cooking is also delicious.

Mr. Wang turned his head to Mr. Lu and said, "Old Lu, you are here, let's save face."

Hearing what Mr. Wang said, Mr. Lu reluctantly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

The entrance is slightly sweet, but not sweet. It is clear that every piece of meat is so thin that it is almost transparent, but it is not dry at all, not firewood, but soft and firm.

After chewing for a while, the fleshy texture of Q-bombs, but juice comes out.

At first it smelled without the slightest smell, but in this entrance, it was a rich aroma.

Compared with the thick rouge goose breast he had eaten before, it seemed to be even better.

"Old Lu? Old Lu?"

Seeing Mr. Lu's stunned expression, Mr. Wang couldn't help being a little worried.

Song girl's level, even if it is not as delicious as Ding Xunjun's, it will not be unpalatable.

Mr. Wang also planned to pick up a piece and try it.

But he was stopped by Mr. Lu.

Mr. Lu has a serious face,

"Old Wang, it's not tasty, don't eat it."

Elder Wang was taken aback for a moment, probably not.

He still looks good in color.

Mr. Wang hesitated for a while, and Mr. Lu who was opposite him had already put several bites into his mouth.

Ding Xunjun's rouge goose breast is also delicious.

It can be said that the taste is perfect to impeccable.

But the goose breast in front of you is not only delicious, it seems that when you eat it, you will feel a slight warmth, as if your whole body is warmed up.

How to say……

It's as if the dishes made by Ding Xunjun are more like perfect works of art. The taste and knife skills are very good, but they are too cold.

But what you eat now is different.

At first, he felt that the goose breast in front of him looked different from the ones he had eaten before.

When he ate it, he knew why?

Because he and old man Wang are getting older, if the goose breast is sliced ​​thickly, even if it tastes good when steamed, it is still a bit laborious for them at their age.

The flakes do not have this taste at all.

And this little girl's level is indeed high.

Even if it is a thin slice, she still has a softness and mellowness comparable to thick cuts, and it can even be said to be better.

This little girl's stuff has a kind of fireworks and human touch that he has never tasted before.

Not only theirs, he turned his head and saw that there were two little girls at the next table.

The little girl was supposed to have spicy chicken diced, but the whole plate of diced chicken had been stripped of its skin.

It's nothing more than the fact that little girls nowadays like to be pretty and don't like to eat chicken skin with too much meat.

A good chef, in addition to his superb level, more importantly, is able to adjust the food he makes according to the needs of each guest.

This is the real chef.

"Old Lu, you bastard!"

Mr. Wang finally came to his senses and hurriedly stretched out his chopsticks to grab it.

Mr. Lu immediately picked up the plate and protected it.

Two old men whose combined ages were over a hundred, fought for the sake of stuttering.

"Do you still want your face?"

Fu Rongyu looked at the two old men who were making a fuss in front of him, holding a hundred fresh noodles and twitching the corners of his mouth.

"What face?"

Mr. Lu tasted the sweetness now, and turned his head hastily.

A strong fresh fragrance hits the face.

Mr. Lu's eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded hastily.

"Want to."

To be honest, he really didn't expect the food in this store to be better than Ding Xunjun's.

The eye-catching clear soup bottom, only a few green scallions floating on it, white as silver noodles.

Mr. Lu didn't hesitate, and took a sip of the soup first.

"How is it? This hundred fresh noodles is not bad!"

Mr. Wang, who had won the round, couldn't help being a little proud.

Mr. Lu ignored him at all, buried his head and started eating noodles.

Seeing Mr. Lu's appearance, Mr. Wang was not to be outdone, and ate noodles as well.

The two of them are like a match.

But Fu Rongyu was hungry after seeing Fu Rongyu next to him.

He didn't eat anything when he got off the plane. He originally wanted to come over to eat something good, but he didn't know that he came here to work for free.

"Give you."

At this moment, something was suddenly stuffed into Fu Rongyu's hands.

Fu Rongyu was a little dazed, and when he raised his head, he saw Xiao Yuan's back.

He lowered his head and saw that it was a delicate little box with snacks in it.

Fu Rongyu, who was hungry with his chest pressed against his back, felt tears start to appear in his eyes.

In his eyes, Xiao Yuan in the distance seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light to die in an instant.

He picked up a piece and devoured a few mouthfuls.

Delicious!

Xiao Yuan, who was greeting the guests over there, turned his head, and when he looked at Fu Rongyu, he couldn't help shaking his head.

This new waiter looks like a human being, how can he be so poor that he can eat enough.

I was drooling just now staring at Grandpa Wang.

If it weren't for the fear that his appearance would affect the store's image, she would be reluctant to give Tangtang the snacks.