The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

"So, thank you."

"Let me finally feel the flow of time again."

Yang Yuan had a smile in his eyes, the golden light shone behind him, so dazzling, but Song Ruan easily saw his figure in his eyes.

For some reason, Song Ruan's fingertips trembled slightly, and an unspeakable emotion slowly flooded his heart.

He mumbled his lips several times, but he still couldn't say a word to comfort Yang Yuan clumsily.

How... so bad?If you don't say a word, just be dumb.

Song Ruan slowly curled up her fingers, thinking to herself.

Fortunately, Yang Yuan knew him very well, seeing his troubled appearance, he knew what he was worried about.

Yang Yuan didn't even try to persuade him, and quickly changed the subject with a natural expression, "By the way, what are you doing with these two buckets of water? Do you drink it yourself?"

As expected, Song Ruan was attracted to the attention, he shook his head, "Isn't it the appreciation meeting of Yuanwai Chen next month, I don't want to make a mistake on such an important occasion. And I always have a vacancy on rice, so I want to see Will the rice cooked with this water taste better?"

When Yang Yuan heard Yuanwai Chen's name, her face subconsciously pulled down.

But now that he is entangled with Song Ruan, it looks like he has a small belly, so Yang Yuan can only pretend not to care, "In that case, let's go home. Buzhou Mountain is too cold, staying here for a long time is not right. Your health is not good."

Song Ruan glanced back at the quiet Buzhou Mountain Lake, then nodded.

When they came, Song Ruan and Yang Yuan stepped on the colorful clouds; when they went back, the wind blew up all the way, and the orange clouds turned and waved, surrounding them and leaving.

As soon as Song Ruan arrived at the restaurant, he couldn't wait to grab his sachet and sneak into the kitchen - now the only cook in the store who was seriously recruited was the one who had no intention of exposing his companions, and the cook who stole had been dismissed by him long ago up.

Now the place is very free, and he can freely nest in the small kitchen and do all kinds of novel attempts.

According to legend, Buzhou Mountain is the only path from the human world to the heaven.

The snow water on this sky road is naturally much purer and clearer than other places.

Cooking rice is much easier than cooking, but Song Ruan still didn't dare to treat it rashly. He tried several times with ordinary water and confirmed the most water-saving ratio before deciding to use snow water for cooking.

After all, there is only so much water in two barrels. Although it is said that you can go to Buzhou Mountain to get it after you run out, Song Ruan still knows the principle of sustainable development and is not willing to destroy the crystal clear pool of Buzhou Mountain.

The rice was cooked very quickly, and the aroma of the rice permeated the entire small kitchen in a short time.

Song Ruan uncovered the pot, and saw water droplets as big as beads on the pot cover, and the rice in the pot was full of grains, round and clear.

Compared with the rice that was cooked an hour ago, which was smaller in size, this pot seemed to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and swell and grow in the pot.

Although Song Ruan was very sparing with the amount of snow water, he was not stingy at all with his restaurant staff.

A pot of rice, two meats, two vegetables, one soup, and the chili sauce that Song Ruan just prepared a few days ago. Except for Yang Yuan who had two bowls, everyone finished this simple meal deliciously with a bowl of rice dinner.

"The shopkeeper's craftsmanship is getting better and better."

Zhang Shusheng ate with inarticulate speech, and his face was full of happiness.

The little handyman rubbed his swollen belly and nodded in agreement.

"..."

Yang Yuan snorted coldly, didn't speak, just poked the bottom of his bowl with chopsticks.

Fortunately, the shopkeeper had the foresight to serve two bowls for Young Master Yang, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to eat dinner today...

The little handyman thought frightenedly, and said very wittily: "Shopkeeper, I remembered that the mandarin fish you asked me to buy in advance was still in a small basin, and those were all big. Go and move it somewhere."

This mandarin fish was specially selected by Song Ruan instructing the handyman, in order to prepare for Yuanwai Chen's appreciation meeting in advance.

As soon as Song Ruan heard this, he waved him to go, and before he left, he still didn't forget to tell him, "Look carefully, don't let the fish die."

"To die is to die."

Yang Yuan added a chicken leg nonchalantly, and put it in Song Ruan's bowl, "I'll catch another one for you later."

Song Ruan didn't explain to him that the fish needs to be carefully selected, he just smiled and ate the chicken leg that Yang Yuan gave him in a leisurely manner.

As night fell and the restaurant closed, everyone had already left, only Song Ruan stayed at the end in order to get locked up, and Yang Yuan who had been waiting for him.

"I saw those candied haws sold on the street. The hawthorn in them was so sour. Are these people so bad-hearted?"

Yang Yuan watched him tidy up the house and count things, and complained endlessly after him, "It's sweet and fragrant outside, but sour inside, I deliberately tricked people into biting it..."

Listening to what he said seriously, Song Ruan almost burst out laughing. He coughed lightly, pushed open the door to the backyard with one hand, and at the same time shone a candle light into it, "Before you pick some more someday. Bring my fruit, and I’ll make you candied haws that are sweet on the outside and sweet on the inside—ah!”

Yang Yuan was imagining the taste of the candied haws in his mouth with relish, when he suddenly heard Song Ruan scream, thinking that he was in some danger.

He immediately took a step forward and grabbed Song Ruan, at the same time, a fierce flame burst out from his hand, instantly illuminating the yard like daylight.

"What's wrong?!"

Yang Yuan looked around nervously and asked.

"..."

Song Ruan squatted down heartbroken, and saw the two buckets of snowy water he had just brought back, and there was a splashing sound.

"??"

Yang Yuan bent down, looked inside curiously, and instantly understood the reason for Song Ruan's exclamation—in the half-filled bucket, three or four squat mandarin fishes were Flicking its powerful tail fin, it swam around in the clear snow water...

"This smelly fish!"

Yang Yuan didn't like anything that might attract Song Ruan's attention, so he said hypocritically, "Why don't we have it for dinner tonight?"

"Kill them, and the water won't work."

Song Ruan felt a little pity, after all, it was he and Yang Yuan who fetched the water in person, and he really felt sorry for wasting it like this, he hesitated for a long time, and said in a self-defeating manner, "Forget it, I have picked these fish for a long time ...just let it stay here."

Yang Yuan, whose plot hadn't succeeded, "..."

He knelt down and touched Song Ruan's head, his eyes were deep.

Song Ruan was depressed for a whole night as the hard-earned snowy water in Buzhou Mountains turned into a fish farm.

But Song Ruan's depression also ended in the next morning.

Last night, while he was sleeping, Yang Yuan secretly fetched two big buckets of water.

He didn't have a magic weapon like a backpack, so he had to go with two empty buckets and come back with two full buckets.

It is very strenuous to carry a full bucket, let alone two, Song Ruan doesn't know how long Yang Yuan spent on the road.

But when Song Ruan searched everywhere in the morning, he couldn't find anyone, and finally saw Yang Yuan covered in frost in the backyard of the restaurant. He roasted the fire for a long time.

In order to thank Yang Yuan for his hard work, Song Ruan specially made him candied haws with the fruits Yang Yuan brought.

And the few fish in the bucket are still leisurely spending their time with the water.

Soon, Mr. Chen's appreciation meeting will arrive.

This appreciating party invited all the confidantes and friends of Mr. Chen, and there were about a dozen people with their families and mouths.

If it was when the store was just opened, Song Ruan simply didn't have the physical strength to support lunch for a dozen people.

But fortunately, after such a long time, Song Ruan was well-prepared, not to mention that he ate and drank well these days, and his energy and strength had been nourished a lot.

As the chef, Song Ruan is not qualified to meet Chen Yuanwai and his guests.

But for Song Ruan, this is also a good thing. After all, he is the least sociable person, so it saves a lot of trouble.

The flame of the stove was scorching hot and dry, the tongue of the fire shook slightly, and the firewood was burning inside, making a beeping sound.

The assistants next to them are helping to prepare the cold dishes, quickly put them on the plate, and then serve them out by the neatly dressed and orderly maids.

In a corner of the kitchen, Song Ruan heated up the oil, then quickly put the prepared ingredients into the pot, and the strong smell of smoke wafted out slowly.

His recipes are all home-cooked dishes, such as fish-flavored pork shreds, taro roast pork, vinegar potato shreds...

After all, Song Ruan is not a professional chef, so the dishes he can cook are limited.

The most important thing about a dish is its color, flavor and taste.Both the fragrance and taste, Song Ruan, have already performed to a level beyond ordinary people.

He was not good at serving dishes, so he handed this over to the chefs of the Chen family.

Among these home-cooked dishes, there is one most important thing.

That is steamed mandarin fish.

The mandarin fish is flat and large, and it has advantages that many fish species do not have—fewer small spines, basically large spines that are easy to shave off.

Moreover, the meat of mandarin fish is soft, tender and delicious without much fishy smell, which is also an important reason why Song Ruan chose it.

These mandarin fishes have been in the bucket of Buzhou Mountain for more than ten days, and they are provided with delicious food and drink every day. After such a long time, the water in the bucket is as clear and clear as it was first seen.

Song Ruan couldn't figure it out, so he turned around and asked Yang Yuan.

Yang Yuan came to look at it for a long time, but didn't see why, so he just told him not to change the water casually.So these fish have stayed like this until now.

Song Ruan lifted a few fish out with great effort, pressed them down on the cutting board and slapped them faintly with a kitchen knife.

"call……"

It took Song Ruan a lot of effort to catch these fish. He rolled up his sleeves, wondering if it was his own illusion...

He thought, why is this fish fatter than when it was just bought...