When Song Ruan was told by the little handyman, he remembered the inner monologue that Yang Yuan told him in Buzhou Mountain. He believed it to be true, thinking that Yang Yuan was just because he had been alone for so many years. Meeting him was like a drowning person meeting driftwood. Yes He had a brotherly affection...

……perhaps.

This afternoon, the weather was hot and there were no guests. Occasionally, a few passers-by came in to order a pot of wine and peanuts, and sat in the shade to rest for a while.

Song Ruan had nothing to do, so he wanted to go out with Yang Yuan, going to that restaurant to test things out.

Before leaving, Song Ruan was still a little worried, patted her clothes, and asked Yang Yuan, "Do you think I will be recognized?"

Yang Yuan didn't expect that he would make a big noise at noon, but in the afternoon, Song Ruan seemed to have lost his memory...

He couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, and said with a limp voice, "Don't worry, I'll be a blindfolder, so I won't be able to see it."

"fair enough."

Song Ruan was the same as usual, completely unaware of Yang Yuan's depressed mood, he lightly brushed the butterfly pattern on the back of his hand, a small white butterfly staggered out along his finger, turned a few times Circled, and flew slowly out of the window, leading a clear path for him.

"Let's go."

Inside the fresh food restaurant.

Compared with Nanshan Restaurant, Shiweixian Restaurant can be regarded as a well-known restaurant in the capital.

After entering the door, there is a mural carved on the wall directly opposite the door, and the history of Shiweixian restaurant is marked in beautiful lowercase next to it:

The former emperor once went on a tour in micro-clothes. It was already late at night when he returned to Beijing from his private visit. The emperor was hungry and wanted to eat something with the taste of his hometown.The guards searched the entire capital before finding a restaurant that was still open.

Satisfied with wine and food, the emperor ordered people to bring pens and ink, and inscribed the name of this restaurant, which is the name of this restaurant: Shiweixian.

Since then, Shiweixian Restaurant has become famous, and because of this imperial plaque, it has become one of the best restaurants in the world.

But the good times didn’t last long, dynasties changed, and the new emperor was from the south of the Yangtze River, so sweet, greasy and soft dishes began to prevail in the whole capital, and the fresh food restaurants that were good at Sichuan cuisine gradually declined like this.

Song Ruan stood in front of the mural and looked at it for a long time.It wasn't until a waiter came to ask, that he found a seat and started ordering.

"One meat, one fish, two vegetables, one soup, one cold dish. Oh yes, let's have some desserts, make some special dishes of your store, and look at the rest."

Song Ruan said.

The waiter didn't ask him if he could eat so much, but said with a smile, "Guest officer, is this your first time eating here?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

The waiter explained, "Guest officer, you see that most of our restaurant's special dishes are Sichuan dishes, which have a strong taste. If you have any taboos, let me know in advance... Do you want this dish to be spicy? Or not? Spicy?"

Song Ruan smiled slightly, and thought his question was quite interesting, "Why do you call it Sichuan cuisine if you don't put it in a spicy way... medium spicy."

"Okay, you two wait a moment."

Yang Yuan looked at Song Ruan's side face with one hand propped up in boredom, "Why do you order Sichuan food? Can you eat spicy food?"

"Of course I can."

Song Ruan joked, "You don't want to eat it?"

Yang Yuan, who had been punctured, snorted, embarrassed and annoyed, and muttered, "I think if you cry later, don't blame me for not stopping you."

The speed of eating fresh food was extremely fast, and Xiao Er came to serve the food with a plate in a short while.

The delicious Sichuan cuisine really lives up to its reputation. The meat dish is twice-cooked pork, and the fish is dry-roasted mandarin fish.

The two vegetables are mapo tofu and snow konjac.The soup is the normal pearl emerald white jade soup, and the dessert is the regular mung bean cake, which can relieve the fishy smell.

When Xiao Er left, the table was already covered with food dishes, a large piece of red oil and spicy peppers were particularly conspicuous, the fresh and spicy smell made people want to sneeze and couldn't help thinking To drool.

"…………"

Yang Yuan pointed to the mung bean cake and asked silently, "So, is this my afternoon tea or dinner?"

Song Ruan didn't expect that they could make the dishes so spicy.Dumbfounded, he asked Xiao Er to take an extra bowl, and put boiled water in front of Yang Yuan, "Thank you for your hard work, if you think it's spicy, you can rinse it off before eating."

Before Yang Yuan had any signs of losing his temper, Song Ruan had already made a promise in a low voice, "Be good, I will go back and make you crabapple cakes today."

Begonia crisps?

Yang Yuan hadn't eaten it before, but when he heard the name, he felt that it was delicious and sweet. He snorted softly, stopped being a demon, and ate his food obediently.

After all the dishes were served, the first thing Song Ruan did was not to eat with chopsticks, but to watch.

He still remembered what his family's waiter had said to him, the chefs said that he was not good at knife skills.

This time Song Ruan didn't come here with the intention of fighting back, but to learn.

Yes, learn.

Even if there is a systematic bonus, but the color and fragrance, the first attractive thing is the color.

So the first dish Song Ruan looked at was twice-cooked pork.

A whole piece of pork belly, fat and thin, was cut into equal-spaced slices by the chef, neither thin nor thick, thin and too soft, thick and difficult to control.

Song Ruan turned his attention to the dry roasted mandarin fish again.

The specialty of Nanshan Restaurant is also mandarin fish, but they are steamed, this one is dry roasted.

The chef's knife skills can also be seen on a dish of fish.

Unskilled chefs may not only lack the taste, but also destroy the beauty of the fish meat and bones due to poor knife skills.

And this chef, although he cut a few knives on the fish to facilitate seasoning, he cleverly used knife skills and decorations to cover up the scratches.

Song Ruan picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, it was fat but not greasy, the mouth was full of fragrance, the spicy taste stimulated the taste buds in his mouth, numb his lips, but it made people sincerely want to eat again Taste the desire for a bite.

Without the addition of seasoning and recipes, this taste is already very good.

Song Ruan lowered his eyes slightly, his chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"Why don't you eat?"

Yang Yuan looked at the dishes with red oil floating on the table, and felt that he had no appetite, so he reluctantly took a bite of mung bean crisps, but he also felt that it was not very tasty.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't eat, but he can't see Song Ruan starving.

He deliberately picked up a piece of fresh and tender fish meat from the steaming fish tail, and put it in the other party's bowl, "Try this to see if it tastes good."

There is a folk saying that the poor eat fish maw and the rich eat fish tail.

Fish maw has a lot of meat, so poor people usually eat fish maw.The fish tail has less meat, but because the fish often wags its tail and the tail fin is well exercised, the fish tail is often more delicious.

Song Ruan put this piece of fish into his mouth. The spicy taste not only covered up the fishy smell of the fish, but also enhanced its freshness and flavor.

The heat of the fish is also just right, neither old nor raw, it tastes as soft and tender as ice cream.

With such a good cooking skill, would you still not be confident enough to go to their restaurant to try it out?

Song Ruan was really puzzled.

After half an hour, Song Ruan slowly ate all the dishes on the table.

Yang Yuan had a complicated expression on his face, "Why don't you usually have such an appetite..."

He considered it for a while, and said euphemistically, "It's so big."

"Spicy will appetize."

Song Ruan touched her face, feeling that her cheeks were a little hot, and her lips were already a little numb, not sure if they were swollen.

His heart moved, and he waved to the waiter, "Xiaoer, pay the bill."

"Okay, guest officer. It's three or two dollars in total."

After paying the bill, Song Ruan asked very naturally, "Xiao Er, the Sichuan cuisine here is delicious, but this dessert is just..."

If you omit it later, it doesn't sound like a compliment.

The second companion smiled and said, "Guest officer, please forgive me, most of the cooks in our small shop are from Sichuan, and they are good at Sichuan cuisine, so it is true that Jiangnan-style dishes are not very good..."

"However, our shopkeeper has already planned to change the cook recently. If you come over next time, I will definitely let you taste the authentic Jiangnan taste!"

Change cook?

Song Ruan's eyelashes moved slightly, "Then you will stop cooking Sichuan cuisine?"

"Do it and do it."

Xiao Er also told the truth, "It's just that [-]% of the kitchens are from Sichuan, and no one knows how to cook Jiangnan dishes. So a new group of Jiangnan people should come over."

For a group of Jiangnan people, what is the proportion of this group of Jiangnan people?

Yang Yuan had a tacit understanding at this time, "Understood, you go down first."

The little girl nodded, still holding the silver that Song Ruan handed him, the moment he turned around, a white butterfly flew out of his ear, and then shattered into countless pieces in the air of dust.

"I said why he is so obedient, and answer whatever he asks."

Song Ruan knocked on the table helplessly, signaling him to restrain himself.

Yang Yuan changed the subject, and said straight to the point, "Do you want to recruit those cooks who cook Sichuan cuisine?"

Da da da.

Song Ruan lightly tapped the pear wood table with his fingers, making a faint sound.

Yang Yuan smiled slightly, "I see."

That night, Shiweixian restaurant closed early.

A few men who had tried Nanshan Restaurant during the day came out with exhausted faces.

One of them stood still and suddenly said, "Otherwise, let's go."

"The third one!"

Another person scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

The third child shook his head, "The shopkeeper said, only one person can stay."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone fell silent.

The third child sighed, and continued: "Elder brother, second brother, you all have children in your family, but I am the only one who is not married. No matter what, I can eat enough for myself and the whole family will not be hungry. You are different."

The second child also continued, "Then elder brother stay here. I only have one child, I can't eat a few mouthfuls of food, so it doesn't matter. There are three children in the elder brother's family, and the four mouths are all raised by the elder brother..."

The middle-aged man in the lead didn't make a sound, he was silent for a while, and hammered a osmanthus tree next to him vigorously, the leaves rustled.

He gritted his teeth and said, "The grandparents of our brothers have spent their whole lives in this delicacy, and our family has cooked here for several lifetimes! If it wasn't, if it wasn't for him encouraging our father to gamble, he would have lost the land deed to Him! This grandson... now wants to drive us away..."

"Big brother."

A gust of wind blew by, cooling the sweat on the heads of several men. The second child sighed and shook his head, "Resign yourself to fate."

"Big deal, let's go back to Sichuan."

The man in his thirties and twenties couldn't help but wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, his voice was a little choked up, "I don't want to hang out in this crappy place anymore, we are all skilled, are we afraid of starving to death?"

The boss thought about his family's ancestors who came to Beijing from central Sichuan and worked hard for more than 100 years to pass down the foundation. He really didn't want to leave all this behind. He threw down the imperial plaque and said, "Third brother, don't cry."

he said in a low voice.

The third child wiped his eyes, and pretended to argue forcefully, "I didn't cry, the hot pepper got into my eyes."

"Difficult."

The second child patted his brother on the shoulder and sighed, "It's really hard."

A gust of wind blows, and a laurel leaf falls from the tree leisurely and floats in the air.

creak creak.

It was the sound of crushing leaves underfoot.

"Everyone,"

A boy of eighteen or nineteen came out from among the overlapping osmanthus trees. He was dressed in black, with a ring-shaped jade pendant hanging around his waist. The luster of suet jade became more round and smooth under the moonlight.

There was a polite smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was distant and unfriendly, "My son invites you to talk."

He turned his body slightly, and the fan with the white jade pendant was slightly moved in one direction, and it happened to be on the Nanshan Restaurant across the street.

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