After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

Wang Yichang turned his head, his eyes nearly popped out.

A complete fish bone was already placed on the chopping board. He had never seen such a perfect bone removal. The whole bone was really just a bone without even a trace of fish meat.

All the fish meat is cut and put aside, each piece is as thin as a cicada's wing, clearly visible below.

This knife work!

The way Wang Yichang looked at Song Weitang had changed a little.

"start."

Song Weitang didn't say anything, just spit out two words.

The knife given by Fu Junyan is so easy to use that there is nothing to say.

Song Weitang inserted the knife to the side, and heated the oil in the pan.

Watch her pour the fillets into the pan.

All actions are done in one go.

Everyone else in the kitchen was also stunned.

"What are you still doing, serve the food."

"oh oh!"

After Wang Yichang yelled, everyone realized it, and immediately some people started serving cold dishes.

Sun Zhiqing looked at the hors d'oeuvres and raised his eyebrows.

Although the cold dish is made with the highest standard of banquet dishes, it doesn't look like anything special.

He took a sip and tasted it, and the taste was quite satisfactory.

Without Deyue Tower, the Xue family's birthday banquet was somewhat inferior after all.

Thinking of this, Sun Zhiqing felt a lot better.

"Happiness and longevity, snow clothes and red gauze, rouge goose breast."

The smile on Sun Zhiqing's face froze instantly when he heard the names of these dishes.

Chef Deyuelou is famous in Wei City because he is good at court dishes.

The ancestors once served as imperial cooks.

The signature dishes are Fushou Mianmian and Bazhen Noodles. These two dishes can be said to be the signatures of Deyuelou. Countless people have imitated them, but they are still not as good as Deyuelou.

He didn't expect that the chef hired by Xue's family this time could actually make Fu Shou Mian Mian.

But... heh heh, could it be better than the head chef of Deyue Tower?

This is not asking for shame.

Thinking of this, Sun Zhiqing calmed down instantly.

In the white plate, the winding mountains are vivid, showing the momentum of leaping dragons and tigers.

The piles of snow-white fish fillets rolled into snow and fell from the mountain.

Layer upon layer, layer upon layer without bottom, implying endless life and long blessings.

Many guests couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"This dish is also delicious."

Faced with many compliments.

Sun Zhiqing was the only one who didn't make a sound.

snort!

But it's just gold and jade on the outside, and it's ruined.

It must be that the taste is not very good, so I will bother with the appearance.

Sun Zhiqing said inwardly.

Soon, a table of dishes has been served on the table.

It can be said to be a complete visual feast, and the color matching of each dish is pleasing to the eye.

"Which chef is hired by the Xue family, it's not bad compared to Deyue Tower."

Sun Zhiqing's face was gloomy when he heard the words around him.

The last dish served was a plate of birthday peaches.

Compared with the size of ordinary birthday peaches, this time the birthday peaches are smaller.

But no matter in appearance or color, they are no different from real birthday peaches.

There were even children clamoring for peaches.

Seeing the table full of banquet dishes, Mr. Xue was quite satisfied.

He is getting older, and his stomach is not as good as before. Most of the dishes today are soft and easy to chew.

Even several of them are imported slag.

The rest of the dishes also considered the guests, some were light and delicious, some were spicy and delicious.

After the banquet, Mr. Xue's face turned into a flower when he heard the compliments from around him.

After all, at his age, happiness is the most important thing.

All after everyone thought the food was served.

At this time, a bowl of snow-white noodles was served in front of Mr. Xue.

"This is Bazhen noodles specially made for birthday stars."

The little chef who was in charge of delivering the food said respectfully.

At the beginning, if the people in the kitchen were still a little dissatisfied with Song Weitang, but at this moment, no one in the entire kitchen was dissatisfied with Song Weitang.

Bazhen Noodles is the signature of Deyilou. Except for the chef of Deyilou, no one else is allowed to be present when making this noodle.

However, no matter what chef Song cooks, he is open and open in front of everyone.

A few little chefs didn't see it clearly just now, and Chef Song specially made it again.

Just this kindness, all of them are extremely admired.

The snow-white noodles sit in a seemingly clear broth.

Has a soft and light aroma.

"Is this the signature Bazhen noodles of Deyuelou?"

At this time, the guest at the same table couldn't help asking.

Deyuelou's Bazhen noodles are very famous, and if you want to eat them, you need to book in advance.

"It doesn't look like it. Deyuelou's Bazhen noodles are very rich in content."

Naturally, some of the people present had eaten and said immediately.

"The soup base of Bazhen Noodles in Deyuelou is made from hens, ducks, abalones, and sea cucumbers that have been boiled for more than five years, and then the noodles are made with Bazhong mushrooms. The taste is firm and delicious. This ...!"

Although the guest didn't say anything, he still had no expectations for the noodles, which were so light that there were only a few green scallions.

"Deyue Tower has been established for a hundred years, but it is not comparable to any cat or dog."

Sun Zhiqing came over at some point and said from the side.

Mr. Xue chuckled twice.

"Longevity noodles are just for auspiciousness. I heard that the little girl who cooks for me today is very young. Remembering this tradition is no longer easy."

Shou Xing had spoken, so it was naturally difficult for others to say more.

During this period of learning from the old man, he suffered from leg problems, and his appetite was actually not very good.

But for this little girl who cooks for him today, although Mr. Xue has never seen it, he still has a good impression.

So in order to stop everyone's mouths, he still picked up his chopsticks and planned to save Song Weitang's face in front of everyone.

Seemingly unremarkable noodles, Mr. Xue picked it up and found that this bowl was actually a piece of noodles.

Not only that, the thickness and length of the whole noodles are exactly the same. Many people can make a single noodle, but there are still very few who can do this.

In the eyes of everyone, Mr. Xue put it in his mouth.

Soft noodles, revealing tenacity, fresh!

Not only that, but no taste bud seems to be the same.

The soup base that looked like water was actually very delicious. The noodles were stained with the soup base, and Mr. Xue ate up all the noodles without knowing it.

"good to eat!"

After eating, Mr. Xue, who has eaten many good things in his life, also gave a pertinent evaluation.

After the noodles fell into his stomach, it was warm, and he didn't know if it was because of his heart, but he actually felt that his legs didn't hurt so much anymore.

I haven't eaten so heartily in this period of time.

After a while, the feeling of the legs is especially obvious.

Mr. Xue felt a heat slowly spread from his chest and abdomen.

The legs that were so painful and unfocused seemed to be getting more and more comfortable.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Xue Mingyang has been paying attention to Mr. Xue, so he naturally sensed Mr. Xue's reaction. He thought that Mr. Xue's leg disease was serious again, so he hurriedly asked in a low voice.