The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

After Jiarun and I finished the work on Chenxiangji, we went to Zuixianju together.

This matter needs to be told to Yan Liujing first, and then the sooner the better, take them to Yangzhou. Once the matter is settled, she can breathe a sigh of relief sooner.

Meng Xuanhe was in a good mood, strolling with Jiarun until they arrived at Zuixianju. Zuixianju was booming today, and Yan Liujing and Jialang were too busy to come, so they were delighted to see the two of them coming.

So Meng Xuanhe started working again, and she took on all the odd jobs that were too busy for her.

After finally finishing the work that night, the shop assistants breathed a sigh of relief. After telling Yan Liujing about Ying Wugui's investment, Yan Liujing looked a little excited.

"In this case, we can set off at any time." Yan Liujing rubbed his hands together, as if he was about to go out to travel the world.

"Don't worry, there are still some things to discuss." Meng Xuanhe has not forgotten this matter. For a restaurant, the most important thing is the chef. If the chef of the branch is not arranged, it will only be a loss if it rushes in.

Since the chefs at Zuixianju were already familiar with these recipes, Meng Xuanhe planned to take a few people with him. With someone to guide them, the chefs in Yangzhou would be able to get started more easily.

"Boss, are you really going to open a branch in Yangzhou?" Song He asked with some struggle on his face. He and Yu Liu were doing very well in Zuixianju in Bianjing, and he was hesitant and struggling at this moment.

"Song He, do you want to go back?" Yu Liu, who was standing next to Song He, looked at Song He with some concern and asked.

"Well, we have to go back eventually." Song He said with a slight bitter smile on his lips.

Seeing that they seemed to have something to say, Meng Xuanhe sent the other cooks away, leaving room for the three of them to talk.

"I remember you are from Yangzhou?" Meng Xuanhe already had the answer in his mind.

The two nodded affirmatively, and Song He said with a little helplessness: "Yu Liu and I are originally from Yangzhou. We used to cook with our master in Yuejiang Tower. Later, our master passed away and we were driven out, so we came to Bianjing alone."

After all, Yangzhou is where they grew up. Although Bianjing is prosperous, Yangzhou has a special feeling for them.

What's more, the two young men were also holding a grudge because they were driven out by Boyang, the new manager of Yuejiang Tower.

"Yuejiang Tower? Could your master be Bo Fengran?" Meng Xuanhe was a little surprised.

Yuejianglou is the number one restaurant in Nanmeng, and its business has been thriving for a long time, only because of the world's number one chef, Bo Fengran. Although these people have never appeared in the plot, she has been doing business for a few months, so she has naturally heard of these big names.

Under Meng Xuanhe's astonished gaze, Song He nodded.

Bo Fengran has only two direct disciples, one is his only son Bo Yang, and the other is Song He.

Judging from the fact that he could become Bo Fengran's direct disciple, it was obvious that Song He's cooking skills were also top-notch. Meng Xuanhe didn't realize that the two boys he had rescued had such a legendary origin.

However, after Bo Fengran's death, Song He was driven out of Yuejiang Tower.

"Song He, we have been dependent on each other since we were driven out. Now that you want to go back to Yangzhou, let's go back together." Yu Liu's eyes became firmer and he held Song He's hand.

Song He looked at him with some surprise, but there was more emotion in his eyes.

After all, he had to give up his prosperous business in Bian Jing and return to Yangzhou to face all the difficulties again. He was deeply moved by Yu Liu's intention.

"Since you have made up your mind, then make preparations well and set off the day after tomorrow." Seeing that they had made plans, Meng Xuanhe gave them one day to prepare.

Song He and Yu Liu nodded. It happened that Jiarun Jialang and Yan Liujing had already cleaned up the restaurant, so they also came to the partition room.

The six people discussed the details of going to Yangzhou and the matters of opening a restaurant.

"Yangzhou City is not as open as Bian Jing. If it only has hot pot, I'm afraid it won't last long." Song He thought for a while and said.

As the most open and tolerant city in southern Meng, Bianjing is much better at accepting new things than Yangzhou. Moreover, Yangzhou has a strong rival, Yuejianglou. If it only serves hotpot, it may be difficult to retain customers.

"Xiao Song, I'll give you the Yangzhou recipes, is that ok?" She had also thought about this problem. She originally wanted to recruit a few chefs in Yangzhou, but now that there are ready-made ones, she doesn't have to worry about it.

"Let me take care of the hot pot issue." Yu Liu said with a smile.

Of course, he is not as knowledgeable as Song He in Yangzhou recipes, but in Zuixianju, he has mastered the method of making hot pot to perfection, and the base is even more authentic than that made by Meng Xuanhe.

"It's late, let's go back and rest." Yan Liujing stopped holding the paper and pen, and everyone felt a little sleepy.

When the discussion was over, it was already late at night and there was no one around in the city of Bianjing.

They tidied up the table a little and then went home.

"Xiao Song, tomorrow you should organize the Huaiyang recipes and try the dishes." Meng Xuanhe had already walked to the door of Zuixianju. As if he remembered something, he turned to Song He and said.

"Okay." Song He nodded in agreement.

As they were leaving the day after tomorrow, they didn't have much time left, so Song He only prepared three dishes, the three best of Yangzhou.

Crab meat lion head, jade siu mai, and thousand-layer oil cake.

These dishes are very famous and are known across a wide area, but only a few people can truly make them taste like Yangzhou.

Zuixianju has been closed for a few days recently, so Meng Xuanhe came to the kitchen early in the morning.

Song He is particularly serious about Huaiyang cuisine. The timid boy seemed to have changed into a different person the moment he took the knife. His eyes were full of energy and brilliance.

He chopped the crab meat and pork into fine pieces, which Yangzhou people commonly call "cutting meat". Song He's movements were quick and decisive, and he cut the pork into fine pieces, then mixed in the chopped green onions and ginger.

There are many ways to cook crab meat lion head, such as stewing, blanching, frying first and then braising, deep-frying first and then stewing with other foods, or steaming with glutinous rice.

However, Song He still wanted to preserve the original tenderness and freshness of the food, so he chose to stew it.

Song He divided the mixed meat into several portions. After dipping his hands in cornstarch water, he placed each portion in his palms and turned them back and forth with both hands, alternately picking up the meat balls and rolling them into crystal balls with smooth surface.

Simmer on low heat for an hour, then add a spoonful of crab roe on the top of the meatballs and cover with cabbage to prevent the crab roe from sliding off.

When Song He opened the pot again, the rich and mellow crab aroma hit him. The pink lion head was wrapped with crab meat and a little crab roe. Song He used the soup as the base and added a few green onions to the dish.

The color is fresh and the fragrance lasts for a long time.

"Madam Wei, please give it a try." Song He placed the small plate on the table, and the confident aura around him made him look radiant.

Meng Xuanhe stayed in the kitchen of Zuixianju for a long time, just waiting for this moment.

She picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. It was extremely tender, with the crab meat and the cabbage crispy and delicious, melting in the mouth. It had a soft texture and was fat but not greasy.

Xiao Song's cooking skills are not inferior to any chef of Huaiyang cuisine. Meng Xuanhe sighed, he didn't expect that he would pick up such a treasure.

"Xiao Song, Mr. Bo really didn't make a mistake."

Meng Xuan was so attracted by the crab meat and lion head that he almost screamed for food. But when he thought about his current status as the shopkeeper, he became more reserved.