After entering the book, the young cannon fodder brought his short-lived mother to fly happily

The first dish: Tiger-patterned osmanthus.

The second track: Dragon swimming in the shallows.

The third one: The Eight Immortals go up the mountain.

The name of this dish is really scary!

But Zhao Susu's handwriting is so bad, and it was drawn with charcoal, so it is really hard to see how it was done.

Meng Yu was very skeptical. She looked up and asked, "Mom, are these dishes common in the capital?"

Uncle Mu looked very impressive, and the county magistrate said that he was his uncle's student, so he was most likely from the capital.

If it was a common dish in restaurants in the capital, Uncle Mu might not be interested in it.

Zhao Susu shook her head: "I figured it out myself. My mother used to work in the master's kitchen. The chef there was very fierce. Each of us had to come up with one or two new dishes every month. If the master praised us, we would get a reward. If the master disliked us, the chef would deduct our monthly salary."

"Then this name..."

"The young master of the main family took it!"

"Mother, how about we invite Uncle Mu and Brother Feng to have a meal first? Mother will cook this dish, and if he thinks it's good, we'll give it to him!"

Zhao Susu couldn't help but laugh. Was Ayu worried that the dish wouldn't taste good, or was she worried that her cooking skills were not good?

These are her specialities. The lady of the host family is of noble status and is particularly picky about food. She always says they are delicious. The young master named them himself, so they can’t be bad!

But Ayu was right. It was a great favor that Mr. Mu was willing to hire her, and he also helped her. If they didn't mind, she should treat them to a meal.

She nodded and said, "Please invite Shopkeeper Qian and his wife to come along. I'll go buy some groceries."

"it is good!"

Meng Yu has short legs but runs fast. Mu Guanqing, Feng Zhi, Shopkeeper Qian and his wife were very considerate and all came.

Although Zhao Susu is not good at speaking, she is a warm-hearted person and bought enough vegetables.

The tables and chairs in the tailor shop are simple, but the dishes on the table are not sparse at all.

It was at this time that Meng Yu truly saw the true appearance of the three dishes.

The first dish: The sea bass slices were arranged in rows, the patterns on them really looked like tiger stripes, the white scallops were arranged in a circle in the middle and another circle outside, like jade, crystal clear and attractive.

It is garnished with shredded green onions and looks more like a beautiful painting than a dish.

The second main course was a long fish similar to an eel, which was cut into pieces like dragon scales and golden in color. It was placed in a winding manner on a long plate. Two rows of shrimps of different sizes were placed around the fish body in the deep red soup, which was quite interesting.

The third dish was a crystal pork elbow, placed upright in the middle of the plate, with chicken, fish balls, meat slices, bean sprouts, fungus, shrimps, bamboo shoots and mushrooms scattered in the soup.

It looks like they are climbing up the Crystal Elbow Mountain one by one.

In addition to these three, there are nine other dishes, all of which are beautiful in color.

Looking at the dishes, Shopkeeper Qian's eyes lit up first. He rushed to the table, looked at the dishes one by one, and kept saying, "Great, great, delicious, delicious..."

When Shopkeeper Qian's wife saw her husband's useless look, she couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she reached out and pulled him away.

Mu Guanchu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He agreed to come, but he didn't actually have any expectations. After all, he had even eaten at the royal banquet in the palace. He was just giving face to Meng Yu when he mentioned the home-cooked dishes.

But the food on the table before him made him feel dazed, as if he was at a banquet at his own home, or at a first-class table at a restaurant in the capital.

Without tasting it, just by looking at the color and smelling the aroma, he knew that the dish was good.

Zhao Susu was still very embarrassed and a little unconfident.

There are too few materials available in town.

In some dishes, the main dishes or side dishes should be more expensive and better.

But it was not available in town, so she could only replace it with what she could buy.

The taste will definitely be compromised. I hope Master Mu and the others won’t mind.

When Meng Yu saw her mother like this, she immediately turned around and greeted them warmly: "Eat, Uncle Mu, Uncle Qian, Aunt Qian, Brother Feng, sit down and eat."

This was definitely the most memorable meal for Mu Guanchu.

The tables and chairs were the most rudimentary, so you couldn’t even stretch your legs when sitting down, but on the table were dishes that would make you salivate at the mere sight of them.

It is in no way inferior to the ones made by the chefs in the best restaurants in Beijing.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a shrimp from the Eight Immortals Mountain and put it into his mouth.

The shrimps wrapped in the soup were fresh, tender and smooth. He then ate a piece of meat, which had the rich fragrance of the soup as well as its own flavor. The layers were distinct in his mouth.

Each of the side dishes here has a different flavor.

Mu Guanchu ate two bowls of rice, which was rare.

Originally, Butler Qian and Feng Zhi were unwilling to sit at the same table, but Mu Guanchu said that they didn't have to follow those rules outside, so they reluctantly sat down.

But when the chopsticks touched the dishes, all the awkwardness I had just felt when I sat down disappeared.

The dishes disappeared quickly.

The whole pot of rice was eaten up.

Mu Guanchu rubbed his bloated stomach imperceptibly.

He has always been restrained and it has been a long time since he indulged his stomach like this.

Therefore, the way he looked at Zhao Susu suddenly changed.

Look, explore, appreciate, feel joy, feel burning...

Feng Zhi's eyelids twitched as he saw that his young master's look was not right.

He looked at Zhao Susu again. Miss Zhao was indeed good-looking. Could it be that the young master was attracted to Miss Zhao?

Meng Yu also noticed this look. She was not really a three-year-old child, and she was good at observing everything.

Shopkeeper Qian didn't notice anything and was pouring the last bit of soup from the Eight Immortals' Plate into his bowl with the rice.

No matter what, he was ordered to be the shopkeeper of Jixiang Restaurant in Baiwu Town, responsible for all matters, including the selection of chefs for the restaurant. He tasted the dishes made by previous chefs first.

But he felt that after eight years of opening Jixianglou, he had eaten dishes made by chefs of different styles for eight years, but none of them were as delicious as the one on today's table.

It was so delicious that he didn't even want to miss the soup.

Shopkeeper Qian's wife was a careful person and she also noticed Mu Guanchu's eyes, but she just looked away with a smile on her lips and said nothing.

His gaze was burning, and Zhao Susu naturally felt it.

But Zhao Susu just lowered her head in embarrassment. She didn't dare to look anyone in the eye!

Feng Zhi finally couldn't bear it anymore and coughed to remind him.

This voice broke the ambiguous feeling at the moment. Mu Guanchu came back to his senses. He covered his lips and coughed softly: "I regret it now. Madam Zhao has such skills. If she can become the chef of my Jixiang Restaurant, why worry about bad business?"

Meng Yu said, "Mother prefers making clothes!"

At that time, she was also struggling with whether to open a clothing store or a restaurant.

Mu Guanchu sighed.

"My mother said that she was going to give the recipes of these three dishes to Jixianglou as a grand opening gift!"

"Really?" Before Mu Guanchu could say anything, Shopkeeper Qian, who was licking the plate, suddenly stood up excitedly and almost overturned the simple table.