The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

Hubu Shangshu and Chen Yuanwai had dinner together in a not-so-famous restaurant. As soon as the news came out, the threshold of Nanshan Restaurant was almost smashed.

Nanshan Restaurant has only opened for less than half a year. It has been moved from a dilapidated store in the western suburbs to a central store in the capital. Not only that, the shopkeeper also has good friends with many rich merchants. All the ministers came to enjoy their face and eat.

Many people have noticed the opportunity behind this.

And it was also from that day that the diners finally understood the meaning of the limited sale of couple's lung slices. It is limited to serve only a small number of people, and the names of these small number of people are all on the list in Shopkeeper Song's mind. Not rich or expensive, there is simply no possibility of ever having tasted this dish.

Husband and wife lung slices are like a magic mirror, no matter how magnificent the appearance is, people just need to ask you if you have eaten the couple's lung slices from Nanshan Restaurant, and you will be beaten back to your original shape in an instant.

In just a few days, the wind direction in the capital changed drastically.

No one thought that a dish can actually become the standard for judging a person's value. After dinner, people can hear people talking about it everywhere.

If someone dismissively says that no one has eaten Husband and wife lung slices, and there is such a delicious dish, it is still a 200-year-old brand.This person will be attacked by the crowd, and there is a huge difference between criticizing and educating him.

The delicacy that could be eaten easily in the past is now hanging in the sky. Behind the hazy clouds and light, it gradually becomes the white moonlight in the hearts of the masses and the unforgettable cinnabar mole.

Shiweixian also lost completely this time.

Shopkeeper Liu originally wanted to use low-price competition to win the market to suppress Song Ruan, but he didn't expect Song Ruan to do this, coupled with Fang Shangshu's magical strokes, he turned a homely Sichuan dish into a nameplate to measure status As a result, the status of Nanshan Restaurant has also risen with the tide.Looking at it in this way, the delicious couple's lung slices have become fakes, imitations, and the freshness has long since lost its characteristics, and lost the light of the reflection. This old restaurant that once won the imperial plaque is truly authentic. Become nobody cares.

Maybe it was really hit by a loss, shopkeeper Liu hasn't come out to be a monster these days, and Shiweixian has also closed the door for several days.

"Shopkeeper, your method is too clever!"

Zhang Shusheng was crackling his abacus, roughly calculated the profits of the past few days, gestured to Song Ruan, and couldn't help but click his tongue, "I see, let's do it again, and we will catch up in no time." That Yellow Crane Immortal Restaurant."

Huanghexian Restaurant is an old-fashioned restaurant, and it is also the No. [-] restaurant in the world among the people.Rumor has it that the cooks inside are all imperial cooks who have retired from the palace. When the emperor used to visit incognito and returned to the capital, he would go to Huanghexian Restaurant to order a bowl of bird's nest chicken soup every time he returned to the capital.

Zhang Shusheng had great ambitions, and imagined a bright future in his mind. When he looked up, he found that the shopkeeper's eyes were dull and he didn't know what he was thinking. He was holding a brush in his hand. Zhang Shusheng took a closer look. The tip of the pen almost touched the shopkeeper's eyes.

"Ouch!"

He snatched the pen quickly and avoided a tragedy, "Shopkeeper, did you listen to me?"

Song Ruan was stunned again, and then he regained his composure, and slowly straightened up, "What did you just say?"

"..."

Come on.

Seeing his undisturbed appearance, Zhang Shusheng guessed what Song Ruan was thinking without asking. He asked, "Has Mr. Yang not come back yet?"

Song Ruan sighed and shook his head silently.

After that awkward quarrel, he never saw Yang Yuan again.This half-grown boy—oh no, it should be said that he is a grown-up youth, just like the rain when they first met, appeared in front of him suddenly, and then walked silently from his side Disappeared.

Zhang Shusheng saw that Song Ruan was anxious like a parent who had lost a child. He didn't know how to persuade Song Ruan, so he could only ask vaguely, "Don't worry, Mr. Yang is still a child. Children of this age have the worst temper. He made a fuss for a while, and then came back when he got bored."

When he said this, he also had some doubts.

After all, Yang Yuan has been missing for several days. Except for Song Ruan, no one knows his life experience. If this child is abducted by thieves...

The more Zhang Shusheng thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help asking, "Shopkeeper, do you know where Mr. Yang's parents live? Maybe he went back to find his family?"

Song Ruan was silent for a moment before saying, "He has neither parents nor family."

He paused, and his brows showed a bit of worry again, "I'm not worried about what will happen to him, I'm just afraid..."

I was afraid that the boy who would blow peanut skins at his back would never come back again.

Zhang Shusheng saw his tangled heart, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, how could he not come back, that idiot likes you so much, he doesn't even want to kiss you, how could he really go away?

However, he still comforted him, "As long as nothing happens, I will come back no matter what."

Just as Song Ruan was about to answer, from the corner of his eye he suddenly saw two brothers, Huang Laoer and Huang Laosan, lift the curtain, walk into the lobby and pour some water from a teacup. They were still muttering, "You said that Has Mrs. Wang changed her sex? The green vegetables delivered today are not only shiny, but also specially washed for us."

"I heard that her grandson has been sick for the past few days. I guess he has no money for medical treatment. He wants to please us and let us continue to buy their food in the second half of the year." Huang Laosan said, "I think She is pitiful, and I gave her two taels of silver."

"You are kind." Huang Laoer pointed his forehead and scolded him, "Why don't you save your money to marry a wife?"

"..."

Song Ruan listened to their conversation silently, and interrupted suddenly, "What did you just say? What has been washed?"

Huang Laosan was afraid that his brother would nag him again about this matter, so he hurriedly replied, "Shopkeeper, don't we usually buy all our vegetables from Mrs. Wang on West Street? Today she pulls a cart to deliver the vegetables." , the dishes were well washed, and there was a layer of oil paper underneath. She said she was free today, so she washed it for us specially. "

"..."

Song Ruan's eyelids twitched, and for some reason, he always felt stuffy in his chest, and a sense of discomfort filled his entire chest.

He asked coldly, "Where's the food?"

"..."

Huang Laoer and Huang Laosan looked at each other, they were both stunned by Song Ruan's expression, they pointed to the yard, and whispered, "It's still piled up in the back."

Song Ruan only felt that the ominous premonition in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, he suddenly dropped the things in his hands, and walked towards the backyard with a sharp figure.

Both Zhang Shusheng and the two brothers were puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, but seeing Song Ruan's ugly face, as if something serious had happened, they all subconsciously followed.

The cart of vegetables sent by Mrs. Wang was neatly stacked in the basket. Song Ruan opened it and saw that the small green vegetables inside were all crisp green and tender. The same as the one picked here.

Song Ruan picked one at random and looked carefully. From the outside, these dishes were all right, but the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

"Zhang Xiucai, come here."

Song Ruan shouted, he knew Zhang Shusheng's family was poor, his parents were common tenant farmers, and Zhang Shusheng had been farming with his parents since he was a child.

He put the small handful of vegetables into Zhang Shusheng's hands, and asked in a deep voice, "Look, how is this dish?"

"There's nothing wrong with the color."

Zhang Shusheng took it, examined it carefully, then stretched out his fingers to pinch the leaf, and finally concluded, "It's not a fresh vegetable—at least it wasn't picked today, maybe it was picked last night. Probably After being soaked in water, it didn’t wilt much. But the leaves feel different from the fresh ones.”

Song Ruan looked at the green vegetables and was speechless for a long time.

"Shopkeeper, there should be no problem with this dish."

Zhang Shusheng didn't know what Song Ruan was suspicious of, "If you are really worried, let's wash this dish well."

"Do not."

Before he finished speaking, Song Ruan vetoed it, "It can't be washed."

Zhang Shusheng was completely confused, "Then this dish..."

"Just put it here."

Song Ruan stood up, squatting for a long time, his legs were slightly numb.But Song Ruan still stood up straight, his eyes were deep, and he stared at the basket of vegetables closely, "Boss Huang, now you make me a plate of fried vegetables, less salt and less oil, just use this vegetables directly, no need wash."

"The shopkeeper—"

Song Ruan quickly interrupted Zhang Shusheng, and said in a deep voice, "Let's begin."

It really didn't take much effort to stir-fry a plate of green vegetables, not to mention that Song Ruan didn't ask for this dish to be made into flowers, Boss Huang quickly fried this dish and brought it into the small kitchen.

Song Ruan was sitting at the only table in the room, with the three brothers of the Huang family, Zhang Shusheng, and a few handymen standing beside him. On the table were a simple plate of fried vegetables and a complete set of dishes Spoon, and a silver needle.

The stir-fried vegetables exude a dense heat. The tender green leaves are lying on the plate, and there are a few cloves of garlic as seasoning.

But Song Ruan was completely unmoved. He first picked up the silver needle and stirred it in the plate, then poked a few holes in the leaf, and when he took it out again, the silver needle was stained with Oil, everything else is the same as before, nothing unusual happened.

"Shopkeeper, there shouldn't be any problem with this vegetable, right?"

Boss Huang's heart went up and down following Song Ruan's movements, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the silver needle hadn't turned black.

But this breath was too early, because the next moment Song Ruan shook his head, "The silver needle can only be tried."

"Boss, are you saying that Mrs. Wang will poison our dishes?"

Huang Laosan was taken aback by his words, and subconsciously shouted, "No way! I don't think she looks like someone who would do such a thing!"

"I didn't say poison."

Song Ruan paused, then said lightly, "However, it's not necessarily the case."

As he spoke, he slowly picked up the pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of green vegetables.

Zhang Shusheng's eyes were wide open, and his voice suddenly became so high that he almost lost his voice, "Boss, you—"

"Clap!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the chopsticks in Song Ruan's hand flying out suddenly, and the pair of mahogany chopsticks drew a beautiful arc in the air, and hit the pot on one side with a crisp sound.

All this happened so quickly that everyone didn't react at the first moment, and even at that moment, everyone seemed to see an afterimage.

After a short breath, Zhang Shusheng's eyes regained focus, and he realized that suddenly there was another person in the room, and it was this person who knocked away the wooden chopsticks in Song Ruan's hand.

Yang Yuan stood in the shadows, her black hair hanging down her back, blending in with the black clothes.

I don't know if it's Zhang Shusheng's illusion. I haven't seen Yang Yuan for a few days, and Yang Yuan seems to have grown a lot, so that at first glance, Zhang Shusheng even gave Zhang Shusheng a strange feeling.

The young man's bones grew steadily like bamboo shoots, and now he has completely turned into an adult. The young man's face has also undergone slight changes, and the original greenness has faded away. Now he looks like a man. real man now.

Yang Yuan's gaze moved down, and it happened to land on Song Ruan's red wrist.

After a long time, he said abruptly, "Don't try it, it contains laxatives."

As soon as these words came out, there was dead silence all around.