I asked you to dig wild vegetables to pay off your debt, not go up the mountain to pick up money!

After taking the pig intestines out of the water and cutting off the lymph nodes and fat, Song Anning looked up and smiled at them, then said, "Everyone, go out and wait a moment. My method is confidential."

"..."

"Haha, okay, let's go out and wait. We want to see what tricks you little girl can come up with."

Chef Luo waved to everyone and left the kitchen completely to Song An Ning, but he felt a little dissatisfied in his heart. After all, they were young children and were so secretive. Was he afraid that they would learn from him secretly?

Song An Ning was really worried that they would learn it. If she didn't have any bargaining chips, what would she use to negotiate business? Wouldn't it be better to just give it to them?

I went to the cold stove and got a lot of wood ash, put the pig intestines in it and rubbed them continuously. Wood ash is alkaline and is the best for washing pig intestines.

After washing, the smell of pig offal is much less, and the mucous membrane on it is also washed away, but this is not enough.

I found some flour and salt in the kitchen, dissolved them in water, put the pig intestines in and kneaded them again.

After this time, there was no taste except the faint fishy smell of the meat itself.

"Okay, come in."

When they came back, they saw that the pig offal in the basin was exactly the same as what they had seen just now. They felt even more dissatisfied. They had only let her act so recklessly for the sake of the shopkeeper's face. Now, the intestines were still the same, and they had wasted their time cooking for the customers.

"Master, they seem very angry. Look at that man, he's hugging his shoulders, looking like he's enjoying a good show.

Show off your skills and impress them!"

Several people had different expressions, but Song An Ning pretended not to see anything.

Boil the water, add onion segments, ginger slices and white wine, and finally put the pig offal in to cook.

Seeing this, Chef Luo shook his head. He had done all of these and the fishy smell could be removed a lot, but the stinky smell still could not be removed.

His head shook halfway and he suddenly felt something was wrong. Chefs have a very sensitive sense of smell. The pig intestines in the pot didn't seem as smelly as he imagined?

He couldn't help but take two steps forward and stood beside Song An Ning, sniffing hard.

At this time, Song An Ning had already taken the pig out of the water, washed it with hot water, and divided it into two parts.

One portion was cut into small pieces and placed in a wooden basin for later use, and the other portion was mixed with a braised meat ingredient packet, seasoned, and cooked in a large pot over low heat.

Without old soup, you can only stew it slowly to let the flavor seep in.

For the rest, heat up some oil in a pan and stir-fry the pig intestines. She hadn’t eaten them for a long time and was still a little craving for them.

The kitchen was filled with fragrance, and several chefs took a step forward and were about to get into the pot.

Why? Why is it fragrant? They were out for only a cup of tea just now. What did this little girl do?

What kind of magical method could have wiped out decades of their research?

"Okay, let's all try it..."

He used serving chopsticks to divide the pig intestines into several portions, and passed around several pairs of chopsticks. Only then did they calm down, pick up a piece and put it in their mouths.

Hmm... the fresh and tender taste of the pig intestines is perfectly blended with the flavor of chili peppers. You can feel the chewiness of the pig intestines and the spiciness of the chili peppers in every bite, which makes people linger in the aftertaste.

The most important thing is that there is no fishy smell at all, and I can't help but want to eat a few more bites.

The dissatisfaction just now had long been thrown out of the window. No wonder the shopkeeper looked up to Miss Song. She was really capable.

They have been doing useless work for decades.

How arrogant you were just now, how humble you are now. One plate is too little. A few people share, just a few bites. Can you give me two more plates?

"Hehe, hehe, Aning, there are still so many pig offal. Even if you fry two more plates, I still can't taste the flavor."

Chef Luo looked flattering and said, "No, he must learn this method today!"

Where's the shopkeeper? Where's the shopkeeper? Come and keep him here!

As luck would have it, the machine in the backyard, Shopkeeper Zhao, crashed again. The kitchen was bustling with activity, while Shopkeeper Zhao was sleeping soundly outside.

"Uncle Zhao, this might not be a good idea. He's already sent a message. When will Su Chen arrive?"

In Zuixianju, under Shopkeeper Zhao is Chef Luo. Song Anning asked with some concern, "I hope that old guy Su Chen is closer to here. Wanhetang is always watching him, and I'm afraid something might happen."

She didn't know why, but ever since she came here, she felt uneasy and always felt that something was going to happen.

Several waiters called out to Manager Zhao several times, but he couldn't be woken up at all, and they became scared.

When Chef Luo saw this, the joy on his face disappeared. Although Manager Zhao was not there and he had the final say in Zuixianju, in the final analysis, he was just a cook and he only knew how to cook.

I met Su Chen more than ten times in total, but we never said much.

After all, he was an old man with decades of experience and had experience in dealing with emergencies. Chef Luo calmed himself down and then comforted Song Anning: "Don't be afraid, young lady. Even if the master doesn't come, Zuixianju in the next town will receive the message, and someone will come within an hour."

At this time, several waiters were carrying Manager Zhao upstairs. They were halfway there when they were stopped by Song An Ning.

"Carry them to the house in the backyard. No one is allowed to make a sound. And Uncle Luo, go and bring the young man who just bumped into me."

After hearing what Song An Ning said, Chef Luo hurriedly looked around the front hall, but there was no one there.

"Girl, that man is gone!"

"..."

He had originally intended to come here to discuss a business deal, but he didn't expect this to happen. Song Anning's face was unusually serious, his brain was working fast, and he kept telling himself to calm down.

"Uncle Luo, we can't make a scene right now. There aren't many people in the restaurant right now. Find some trustworthy cooks and waiters to guard the lobby and the backyard respectively. And you, Uncle Zhao, should guard this place yourself.

My grandpa, grandma, and aunt are still in the alleys west of the city. I have a feeling something might happen. I'll bring them here first and be back soon."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, young lady. We have a coachman and a comfortable carriage. I'll take two more people with you. Zuixianju is better than other places."

Looking at Song An Ning's calm and determined eyes, he finally knew who Song An Ning looked like. This calm and composed look was exactly the same as Su Chen.

He imitated Song An Ning's behavior and pretended to be calm, and kept telling himself in his heart that he must not panic. Song An Ning was a little girl and was not afraid at all, so what should he, a grown man, be afraid of?

Song An Ning and two of his servants got into the carriage and went out through the back door. The coachman knew the seriousness of the matter and did not dare to delay at all.

The horses' hooves made a clattering sound as they stepped on the bluestone slabs of the street.

The closer they got to the west of the city, the more panicked Song An Ning became, until the carriage entered the alley and turned two corners.

From a distance, I could hear the noise coming from the gate of the courtyard.

"broken!"