A Guide to Spoiling Your Wife After Marriage

Tang Jingsheng stopped, went in and asked, "Where is Chef God's residence?"

The shopkeeper took the time to look at her and saw that it was a little girl carved in pink and jade, she looked very cute, so he said with a smile: "The God of Cooking lives in the back room of our shop."

Tang Jingsheng responded coquettishly, and was about to leave, but stopped in her tracks, her whole nose was filled with a delicious smell, she turned around, staring brightly at a dish just brought out by the waiter.

"Uncle, give me this dish of yours, too." Tang Jingsheng's eyes followed the dish, and her saliva almost flowed out.

Seeing her greedy look, the shopkeeper said with a smile, "You really know how to choose, that's our special dish. It has been sold here for 50 years, and there are repeat customers every day! You will definitely like it after eating it."

Tang Jingsheng couldn't wait any longer, just the smell was so mouth-watering.

In the restaurant of Nuo Da, Tang Jingsheng took out the chopsticks neatly, clasped them together reverently, and then began to try, narrowing her eyes slowly, and some production methods flashed through her mind, but this time she couldn't fully guess come out.

Tang Jingsheng sniffed, ate, and frowned as she inspected the set of dishes, which made the store owner come over curiously and ask.

"Little girl, you keep frowning. Is it not to your liking?" She obviously enjoyed eating at first, but then she frowned and kept staring at the dishes.

Tang Jingsheng finally gave up the identification, and looked at the shop owner flatteringly: "Boss, can you sell me the recipe of your dish? It doesn't matter how much it is."

"Little girl, we don't sell this dish. It is passed down from my family. It will be passed on to my family in the future. If you are my daughter-in-law, I will tell you."

the boss joked.

Tang Jingsheng had a look of disappointment in her eyes: "Has your family been cooking food for generations?"

"No, it was my father who bought the recipe from God of Chef's father when he was young, and then passed it on to me."

Tang Jingsheng was amazed: "The chef's father can also cook?"

"Of course, their family has been chefs for generations, and it is said that there is an ancestral cookbook, and any dishes in it are original and excellent." The boss blinked mysteriously.

Tang Jingsheng stood up excitedly: "I'm full."

She is going to meet God of Cooking and see his exclusive cookbook.

After bypassing this restaurant, there are two willow trees and a small pond for raising fish behind, and there is a small courtyard inside.

Tang Jingsheng went to knock on the door, but no one came to answer the door after knocking for a long time.

A passing aunt reminded me pleasantly: "Don't knock, the person is in the vegetable field over there."

Tang Jingsheng thanked her, followed the direction, and walked to the vegetable field, only to see a hunched-up farmer in a bamboo hat fertilizing the vegetables in the field.

"Old man, have you seen God of Cooking?"

The farmer stopped, took off his bamboo hat, turned around, and looked at Tang Jingsheng strangely: "Are you looking for me?"

Tang Jingsheng discovered that this person turned out to be the God of Cooking, and the God of Cooking was not angry when he was called an old man at a young age.

He walked towards her slowly and took her into the house for tea.

"I've come to get my notebook back."

Chef God's expression has always been serious, but at this moment, a deep look flashed in his eyes: "Did you cook those recipes by yourself?"

"Yeah, what I eat is mine." Tang Jingsheng disagreed.

God of Cooking couldn't help but clenched his teacup tightly: "You can no longer use those recipes to launch new products."

"Why?" Tang Jingsheng raised her head abruptly.

"Because it's someone else's achievement, not yours. I've been to your store to eat. The food in your store is learned from other places. Many of the dishes are only handed down by others, but you brought them here. Use it for yourself."

"What's wrong with that?" Tang Jingsheng was confused, wondering whether the God of Cooking should look righteous.

"I guess, you still don't have your own original secret formula. You regard these other people's crystallization so precious that you never think about innovation. You won't achieve anything like this."

God of Cooking was euphemistic enough, he even doubted whether Tang Jingsheng really loves to cook.Or just a mechanical porter.

When I see good things in other places, I move them to the store I opened to add to the icing on the cake.

Tang Jingsheng was so angry that her lungs were about to explode: "Why do you say that I have no achievements, you just don't know how hard I worked, just like that notebook, I ran all over the world!"

Her perfect knife skills are the result of taking time out to practice every day. Her sense of taste was not so good before. She deliberately cultivated it by avoiding food with strong taste to cultivate the sensitivity of taste buds.

She also wants to become Huaguo's new God of Cooking in the future.

But the God of Cooking in front of him said that she won't achieve anything!
"Just return the notebook to me!" She begged
God of Cooking sighed helplessly: "Okay, I'll give it to you right now."

He intended to mention something to her, but she was irritated and didn't want to listen to him at all. Why should he say more to a stubborn person.

He took out the notebook from a drawer and handed it to her.

Tang Jingsheng is like a treasure. Her memory is not very good, so she really needs these recipes. She can memorize every bit of seasoning so that she can reproduce the dishes repeatedly.

"I heard that your family has an ancestral cookbook?" Tang Jingsheng asked softly, calming down.

"Yes." God of Cooking had a cold expression.

"Can you lend it to me, or I can buy it for money."

God of Cooking shook her head, her eyes were too hot, as if she had been possessed by a demon.

She is so keen on collecting recipes.

"You have been selling a dish every year for the past few years. Is it just from the ancestral recipe?" Tang Jingsheng was curious.

"Those are all my own creations!"

Tang Jingsheng was a little disappointed, always thinking that God of Cooking was pretending to be noble.

I heard that God of Cooking not only sells one high-priced good dish every year, but also releases several new dishes every month.

God of Cooking must have a special way of collecting recipes, otherwise how could he be so creative.

There are so many to look like a steady stream.

Tang Jingsheng still wanted to find out something more, but the God of Cooking already looked like he didn't want to say more.

She touched her nose and stood up: "Then I'll go back, thank you for the tea."

God of Cooking sent Tang Jingsheng to the door, saw Tang Jingsheng solemnly put the recipe in her arms, patted it, and then briskly ran out into the alley.

The beautiful sunshine fell on her body,

There is a trace of complexity in his eyes, he is a talented seedling, what a pity.

He shook his head, put on his bamboo hat again, and went to the vegetable field, then bent down, and continued to fertilize and water those vegetables, caring for them carefully.

It's a pity that she doesn't have the taste of nature, let alone get close to food, and she doesn't have any creativity.