I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

On the day of the Food Festival, Huaizhen Square was bustling with activity.

Glenima and the others were walking on the streets, crowded, crowded, and overcrowded. They never thought that a small market could be so lively.

The food stalls shouted one after another.

Their eyes couldn't use it enough, and they just stayed on the roasted gluten for a while, and then they were attracted by the fried noodles next door.

They are not entitled to vote.

But... they can eat.

Cautiously stepping forward, the merchant was a little surprised that foreigners could be mixed in in Huaizhenfang now, but since they were allowed to mix in, it meant that they were worthy of being received.

The attitude of the merchants towards them is the same as towards the people of Tang Dynasty.

Glenima knows how to be a man, as long as he receives food, he doesn't care if it's delicious or not. If he flatters him, he doesn't need money, and he can say as much as he can.

But... these flattering words are almost useless.

The merchants in Datang will not be complacent just because of these people's few words. They know what their food is like.

And what's the use of praise from mere foreigners?

Foreigners think that Datang's food is delicious, isn't that what it should be?
Do I still feel complacent because of being praised by foreigners?
In Tongfu restaurant.

The restaurants are still open, but during the food festival, there are not many people who come to eat, most of them are still strolling outside, Li Yuan, Li Jing and the others are no exception.

Li Shimin was the only one still in the restaurant.

When he heard the news about the food festival, he specially arranged for a rest these few days, firstly to give everyone a holiday, and secondly because he himself didn't want to miss this grand occasion.

It's just...he has a special status.

In this kind of crowded place, don't say that if there is someone with evil intentions, even if they bump into each other accidentally, a group of people will lose their heads.

He hugged a small stool and sat at the door, watching the people coming and going outside.

Yin Xuan looked amused, made him a grilled cold noodle, added a bowl of stinky tofu, squeezed a glass of mango juice for him by the way - this is Li Shimin's favorite non-alcoholic drink, and sat with him at the door on the stool.

Pedestrians look sideways.

Not too surprised, Mr. Zhengyang has always been a person who doesn't care much about his status.

Of course... They may not have imagined that the two people squatting here like hooligans are the two most powerful people in the entire Tang Dynasty.

Li Shimin picked up a piece of stinky tofu, it was so hot that he gasped: "Oh, this thing is so spicy?"

Yin Xuan glanced at him, wrapped the red chili pepper, stuffed it into his mouth, his face remained unchanged: "Oh, this thing tastes only if it's spicy."

"I won't eat it, will I?"

Li Shimin didn't argue with him, but silently took another mouthful of stinky tofu.

After taking two bites, he couldn't bear the spiciness. He picked up the glass of mango juice and took a sip, muttering, "How did you come up with this food festival?"

Yin Xuan didn't say those hypocritical words to him: "Open up the market and make more money."

Li Shimin rolled his eyes, and Yin Xuan's straightforwardness was to a level that he was hard to get used to: "I'm not asking this, don't those vendors all buy spice formulas from you?"

"The methods are all the same, so what's the point in comparing them?"

At that time, they will all be made from the same mold, and the taste will be similar, so this competition will be more lonely.

Yin Xuan just laughed mockingly: "Oh, why is such a smart person like a fool."

Li Shimin was at a loss.

How to say this is so inconsistent, how can a smart person act like a fool.

After realizing it, he realized that Yin Xuan was scolding himself.

Before he had time to curse back, Yin Xuan continued slowly: "They are given spices and recipes, but I don't provide raw materials here."

Take baked gluten as an example.

It is up to the traders to wash the gluten by themselves. Yin Xuan only taught them how to wash it, but it is completely different when it comes to what each person can make.

Some people wash out the elastic teeth deliciously.

Some people wash it out like lime.

The roasting link after washing is also a threshold. Some people roast it very well, the places that should be crispy are crispy, and the teeth that should be soft and chewy are soft and chewy.

But someone baked it... It's weird, it's dry, it's like a stone when bitten.

Only one baked gluten still so.

Not to mention meat clips, egg burritos, and stinky tofu.

"It can only be said that I set a lower limit for them." Yin Xuan shook his head, smiled again, and looked at Li Shimin meaningfully, "Don't tell me that no one in your family will buy those franchise rights."

Li Shimin shrank his neck and did not speak.

Under his instruction, Shangshi Bureau bought a copy of every snack to join, and because of the special circumstances, Shangshi Bureau was one of the few that had to pay real money instead of equity.

"How about it, you bought it at home, can it taste as good as mine?" Yin Xuan asked with a smile.

Li Shimin still did not speak.

He is clear in his heart. Although Shangshi Bureau bought the formula and spices, the food it can make... can only be said to be much better than before. I can speak up.

Those concubines in the harem were all hungry, and they gained several catties in just one month.

It can be compared with Tongfu restaurants.

Compared with the bowl of fried cold noodles and stinky tofu in my hand, it is still a lot worse, it is not an order of magnitude at all.

Yin Xuan poked Li Shimin: "Speaking of which, can the cook in your family compare to mine?"

Li Shimin got impatient with being poked, waved his hand, and stared at the past: "Nonsense, it's not big or small, I'm your father-in-law, talk to me like that?"

Yin Xuan would not be bluffed by him, and stared back: "You don't want to drink anymore?"

Li Shimin shrank his neck and murmured softly: "The cook at home is much worse than you, but there is no way, after all, it has only been a month since I started it."

"If you give them ten or 20 years, maybe, maybe, probably, maybe they will catch up with your craft."

What Li Shimin said later was not so confident.

Yin Xuan just looked at him with a half-smile.

Li Shimin coughed twice, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way...how many vendors will participate in this food festival?"

He is very interested in this.

Food is the most important thing for the people, but with data like this, the imperial court does not have any spare manpower to do statistics.

It is also impossible for Bai Qisi to sneak into the phoenix nest - that would almost be equivalent to turning his face.

Yin Xuan pondered for a while, and recalled the list Wu Jue gave him: "There are only about 300 or so."