After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

Xiaoqin, Banxia, ​​Xiaohu and An Yumo also tasted it.

"Miss, it seems sweeter than what we make in our restaurant, but it's very fragrant," Xiaoqin said.

"This is the first time I eat this..." Xiaohu was a little embarrassed, but the corners of his mouth were raised, and he looked obviously satisfied.

"Miss An, after eating it, it feels like your whole body is soaked in the fragrance of milk." Banxia said.

An Yumo smiled and said, "Banxia, ​​you said it very well."

"What do you think?" She looked at Ding Xirui and asked.

"Like Xiaohu, this is my first time eating it. I just think it tastes wonderful and has a long aftertaste. I am very curious about how it is made." Ding Xirui replied.

An Yumo held her chin with one hand and pursed her lips.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't want to do it."

"Is it troublesome?"

"After the milk is fermented, add sugar and boil it. Then use gauze to filter out the water, and then put it into cold water and knead it... It sounds simple, but it is a delicate job. It takes many years of practice to make such abalone snails. I can't do it now. Also, in the early years when there was no ice, it could only be made in cold weather. It is better now. Big restaurants have their own ice cellars and can use it whenever they want. Otherwise, we probably won't be able to eat it today." An Yumo gestured and said, and Ding Xirui felt a headache listening.

"Forget it, forget it. I don't think it's easy." She waved her hands and smiled awkwardly.

Leave professional matters to professionals, and she should just be a good diner.

"However, the aftertaste of this abalone is indeed richer, with the fragrance of lemon fruit, which is quite special." An Yumo said, and served another piece.

As they chatted, steamed sea bass, cabbage soup and chrysanthemum seedling porridge were served.

An Yumo picked up a cabbage leaf, scooped a spoonful of soup, sipped it for a moment, and shook his head slightly.

“It tastes good, but it has no special features.”

"This is already delicious. What kind of special features does Boss An want?" Ding Xirui became curious.

"For example, the lemon flavor in the abalone is not available in other restaurants. The chef of my restaurant is also trying it, but has not yet decided on the flavor. This is not something that can be made overnight. For another example, I add preserved eggs to the cabbage soup, which is not available in other restaurants. This is a special feature."

"Oh~" Ding Xirui nodded, "Only in this way can others remember the restaurant."

"That's right. Your clinic should also have folk remedies or secret recipes for treating certain diseases. It's the same principle."

Ding Xirui clasped his fists and said, "Boss An is absolutely right."

Several people laughed.

"Try this chrysanthemum seedling porridge."

"it is good."

Just as the servant said, at first glance it does look like an ordinary bowl of vegetable porridge, but the whole bowl of porridge is bright green and translucent, and the chrysanthemum seedlings are like a flower blooming in the bowl, which is very beautiful.

Ding Xirui had read in a book that chrysanthemum seedling porridge was a medicinal food that cleared the liver and improved eyesight. It was made by slicing the chrysanthemum seedlings into small pieces, boiling them in water, adding rock sugar and glutinous rice. However, the bowl of chrysanthemum seedling porridge at Shuiyunjian had a light salty taste.

When you take a bite of the porridge, the japonica rice is soft, glutinous and dense, and the tender chrysanthemum seedlings have a refreshing taste. In the aftertaste, a faint fresh fragrance gradually spreads in the mouth, making you want to continue drinking it.

"Not bad~" An Yumo nodded, looking very satisfied.

"Yumo, does your restaurant have medicinal food?" Ding Xirui asked.

“Do the dishes we launch every month count?”

"Those are just daily meals, they don't count."

"No." An Yumo shook her head slightly.

"This chrysanthemum seedling porridge is good for the eyes and can also clear away internal heat. However, people with weak spleen and stomach should not eat too much of it," Ding Xirui explained.

"Is there such a function?" An Yumo widened his eyes.

"Correct."

"That's great. We can make them specifically to sell to scholars." An Yumo covered her mouth and smiled, "We can also sell them to embroidery workshops."

Ding Xirui picked up a piece of sea bass, drank a mouthful of porridge, and continued:

"In addition to chrysanthemum seedling porridge, there are many more. Maybe the restaurant has them, but you just don't know about them. For example, angelica, ginger and mutton soup, cinnamon twig soup, lily and chicken egg soup. If you are interested, you can find the doctor and ask the kitchen to try making some. You don't have to serve it on weekdays, but if someone asks, you can make it specifically for them."

An Yumo thought for a while and said with a smile: "Well, there is no need to find another doctor, you are already available."

Ding Xirui paused and sighed: "I don't know enough yet, but there will be no problem in the future."

An Yumo reached out and patted Ding Xirui's arm, "Well, you are not allowed to take orders from other companies."

"Tsk." Ding Xirui rolled his eyes at her.

"Sir, the roasted goose is here." The waiter brought a large porcelain plate that looked like a basin and placed it on the table.

"Wow~" Several people came over at the same time.

The golden and shiny goose pieces were steaming, and the aroma instantly filled the entire hall. Guests at other tables not far away looked over and drooled.

"Waiter, when will ours be served?" a man shouted.

"Sir, we will be here soon. Please have some tea and wait for a moment." The servant turned his head and said, then ran to the kitchen.