The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

"Girl, have a bowl of porridge."

As soon as this statement came out, everything was silent.

There are still people who want to buy porridge for two taels of silver?

This man is really a real bully.

Luluo raised her head and saw an extraordinary rich man, eight feet tall, holding a silk fan and a fine jade pendant hanging from the tail of the fan.

If you really are the son of a rich family, you don't treat money as money, just throwing it around for fun.

The onlookers sighed in their hearts.

"Please wait a moment."

With a smile on her face, Luluo put the silver into her small basket, then neatly rolled up her two sleeves, and went to uncover the wooden barrel that had been wrapped several times in cloth.

The sweet smell of pumpkin floated out slowly, fragrant and sweet, but reserved like a cardamom girl, covering her shy face with a handkerchief, revealing only a pair of affectionate eyes.

Intoxicated.

The moment the lid was lifted, even Luluo, who was often influenced by Song Ruan's craftsmanship, couldn't help but take a deep breath.

At that moment, a gust of wind came suddenly, and the wind got into the steaming wooden barrel at a tricky angle, rolled up the sweet breath domineeringly and triumphantly, and ran away from the narrow exit in one go Going out, it spread out like a fine spider web, and every corner was covered with that tempting fragrance.

"Wow--"

"What is this smell? Why is it so fragrant!"

"Is it a flower?"

"How is it possible? Where are the flowers on this road? Besides, this is not the fragrance of flowers."

The smell is indeed very different from the scent of flowers.

After being diluted by the air, the sweetness of the pumpkin becomes clean and restrained, not aggressive, but like a wisp of smoke, like a delicate flower, weak, beautiful and charming.

Everyone couldn't help being drunk in this gentle village. Gradually, one person came to his senses, "It's the smell of pumpkin! This is, this is the smell of the porridge she sells!"

Someone immediately retorted subconsciously, "How can the porridge be so fragrant?"

"Do not……"

The rich man who took advantage of it stared blankly at the porridge already in Luluo's hand, and he took it slowly, and he smelled exactly the same smell as before without him getting closer to sniff it.

He said firmly, "It's the aroma of porridge."

"how can that be?"

The person who questioned just now was dumbfounded, and everyone was in an uproar.

The son held the soup spoon, filled a small spoon, and put it into his mouth without hesitation.

The sweetness and tenderness of the pumpkin and the faint rice aroma of the millet blended well together. The liquid flowed over his lips and tongue. Reluctantly swallowed it down.

"it is good……"

The son murmured while holding the bowl of porridge, "It's delicious."

Next, everyone witnessed this noble young master, like a beggar who hasn't had enough to eat for several days, burying his head and constantly waving the small spoon. It was less than half a cup of tea. This son had already eaten up the big bowl of porridge, and even scraped off the millet on the side of the bowl and ate it.

Everyone was surprised, and they couldn't imagine how delicious this bowl of porridge was, and it made this young master so vulgar when eating it.

If it wasn't under the watchful eyes of everyone, Brother Young Master would have licked the soup from the corner of his mouth carefully.

He asked with insatiable desire, "Girl, please bring me another bowl."

As he said that, he wanted to take out the money.

"My lord doesn't have to."

Luluo quickly stopped him, with a decent smile on her face, but she was a little proud in her heart, "Our porridge stall has rules, one bowl per person, two taels per bowl, and the limit of selling thirty bowls per day, first come, first served. It will not be replenished when sold out.”

"One bowl per person, will it be replenished if sold out?"

There were also people in the crowd who knew how to do business. Hearing this, he was very dissatisfied and shouted, "Little girl, do you know how to do business? I only heard that customers don't want to buy, but I haven't heard that anyone doesn't want to sell."

Faced with this person's questioning, Luluo just smiled and did not answer.

When she came out of the house, the young master told her thousands of times, remember these few rules well, if someone picks things up, don't bother.

Lu Luo still remembered the young master's gentle eyebrows and told herself that now he has no one on hand, the only one he can trust and the only one who can handle this matter well is her.

Luluo is just a maidservant, but she can gain the trust of the young master...

So she swore secretly in her heart that she would never mess up this matter.

When she went back, Luluo still wanted...and wanted to see the smile on the young master's face when he praised her.

"How about we buy it and try it?"

At this moment, people in the crowd were also shaken, they devoured the young master like a wolf, coupled with the faint fragrance, the gluttons in the stomachs of several people were all attracted to him.

"A big bowl is worth two taels of silver. Why don't we get together and buy a bowl?"

"It makes sense, buy it after it tastes good. There are several of us, and we can buy several bowls."

"The point is, it's really fragrant and looks delicious!"

The person who raised the question at the beginning saw that the people around him were a little shaken, and was very angry. He pointed at the young master and raised his voice, "Everyone, don't be fooled! He must be a trustee! You should think about it, a bowl of porridge for two taels Yinzi, how can there be such a reason?"

When he said that, everyone hesitated.

There are indeed unscrupulous businessmen who use this method to deceive others, wait until the money is almost earned, and then continue to cheat in another place.

Luluo still hasn't responded, but the young master got angry.

He has been pampered since he was a child, and he has eaten countless delicacies from mountains and seas, and his eyesight is infinitely higher than these rough and reckless people.

I didn't expect that what I sincerely praised today would be insulted, and I would be treated as a liar...

He sneered, and casually threw two taels of silver on the table, "Since you don't believe what I said, then you will find out by trying it yourself. This bowl of porridge is my treat."

He paused, then glanced at Luluo again, "First come, first served."

As soon as the words came out, the crowd became commotion, a little brother with quick eyesight and quick hands pushed the crowd aside and rushed forward, smiled at Lu Luo, "Give me a bowl!"

Everyone was eager to move, but they didn't expect to be caught first, and they couldn't help showing a look of complaint on their faces.

The little brother chuckled, took the porridge in Luluo's hand, and sniffed it suddenly, "It's so delicious!"

And his reaction was the same as that noble young man's, he was gobbling it up, looking at him, he wished he could eat the whole bowl.

"It's delicious! It's the best porridge I've ever eaten!"

The little brother wiped his mouth, but his mouth was still greedy, and asked pitifully, "Is it true that you can't buy more?"

Luluo shook her head regretfully. "cannot."

Seeing this little brother finished eating a bowl of porridge, a third person soon stood up, "Girl, I'll buy a bowl."

"Then I'll have a bowl too!"

"Me! And me!"

Everyone rushed to rush, even the person who said they were liars hesitated and went to order a bowl of porridge.

……

"Bowl No. 30," Luluo wiped her hands and put the lid on the barrel.The little girl was so tired that her face was covered with sweat, she waved her hands to everyone, "Everyone, come back tomorrow, I'm going to close the stall."

At this time, there was already a long line behind the booth, and those who drank it were complacent, while those who didn't buy it complained again and again.

"Girl, you still have some in this bucket, why can't you sell them to us?"

someone asked puzzled.

Luluo shook her head, "This is our son's rule, it cannot be broken."

"Your son? Who is your son?"

"My son's surname is Song."

Luluo was unwilling to share the son's name with them, so she changed her voice, "If you still want to eat, there is a way."

The people who didn't buy it were refreshed after hearing this, and hurriedly urged her to speak quickly.

"This porridge is a new dish in our Nanshan Restaurant." Luluo said, "If you eat it at my place, you have to follow the rules."

"However, if you go to my restaurant to eat, there is no limit for each person, a bowl of one tael of silver."

A tael of silver? !

It's half the price!

"Then where is your restaurant? I'll go now!"

Luluo replied, "My restaurant is located in the western suburbs. You can see it after walking a little outside the city gate."

"Western suburb?"

A customer hesitated, "That's a bit far away..."

"Isn't it still in the same city? And it's half the price. Never mind, I'm going to have a look!"

As he said that, a large group of people walked towards the western suburbs, pulling me and I pulling you.

Only the noble young master was left standing there, muttering, "Nanshan Restaurant..."

Why, it sounds so familiar.

With the cooperation of Luluo, Song Ruan's marketing has achieved great success. In just a few hours, many new customers have been introduced.

Many of the new customers are not very wealthy, and eating this bowl of porridge is a bit extravagant.They went into the restaurant hesitantly, and after looking at the menu, they found that there were expensive dishes, but there were also dishes they could afford, and the price was not only the same as outside, but the taste was even better.

On this day, Song Ruan made a lot of money.

After seeing off the last batch of guests in the evening, Yang Yuan personally went to hang up the closing sign, and then let Song Ruan sit down on the armchair, and put a cushion behind him, and gave him a shoulder squeeze.

"Let's recruit more people."

As Yang Yuan said, he picked up Song Ruan's hand again, took a breath and rubbed it again, repeating, "I was in the back kitchen just now, and I saw your hands cramp from shaking the spoon."

Song Ruan closed his eyes slightly, he was really tired, and his face was full of exhaustion, "It's okay, I'll go back and soak my hands in hot water, and I'll be fine tomorrow."

Yang Yuan didn't persuade Song Ruan to rest, he knew that this person was good in every way, but he was a bit stubborn, and things he was sure of would not be changed easily.

He said, "Tomorrow I will pick some herbs for you, mash the juice out, apply it, and you will feel much better."

Song Ruan hummed, his sore hands were rubbed by Yang Yuan, he was already a little sleepy, and it took him a long time to reply, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Without your hard work."

Yang Yuan said angrily.

Song Ruan laughed, and then gently pulled Yang Yuan's hand, which meant begging for mercy.

Seeing this, Yang Yuan's heart softened, and she continued to rub his wrists.

Maybe it was really too tired, Song Ruan slowly tilted her head and fell asleep.

"..."

Yang Yuan saw that he gradually let out a steady breathing sound, and his hands and feet became much lighter.

Although the business has become much more busy, after all, there is hope, and Song Ruan's brows have also relaxed a lot.

The candlelight by the table fell on his long eyelashes, as if they were covered with a layer of golden light.Occasionally, the eyelashes tremble slightly, like a delicate butterfly shaking its beautiful wings, ready to leave at any time.

Yang Yuan's heart also trembled following this 'butterfly'.

He couldn't help but put his palm up, as if he wanted to hold the butterfly, but the moment he was about to touch it, his hand stopped.

"You..."

Yang Yuan called out intimately and inaudibly, wanting to say something, but there were no words to express his current mood.

He thought for a moment, then slowly lowered his head, his black hair hanging down, like a natural curtain, closing the faces of the two of them in the same small space.

Just when he was about to touch Song Ruan's soft lips, Yang Yuan stopped his movements suddenly, and raised his eyelids slightly.

Scholar Zhang sitting directly opposite him said, "..."

Speechless for a moment, Zhang Shusheng silently raised his hand and tightly covered his eyes.

Yang Yuan, "..."