The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

The progress of the matter was even smoother than Song Ruan thought. After Song Ruan left, those tea vendors rushed to try the tea that even Lao Zhao was willing to bow down to.

But they had seen Song Ruan's technique with their own eyes. How could such a young boy win against Old Zhao?

After much deliberation, they felt that the problem should be caused by the tea leaves.After all, everyone's water quality is the same, and Song Ruan's skills are not proficient. If he wants to win, he can only start with tea.

So these few people pondered for a long time, slapped their thighs, and wanted to buy low prices and sell high prices from Papa Song with the cheek to earn some difference from the price.

When the family got together for dinner in the evening, Father Song babbled about what happened after Song Ruan went back, and couldn't help sighing, "So, this person, it's better to do less bad things. At that time, the retribution will fall on his own head."

Song's mother was almost able to hear the cocoon, so she just picked up a piece of meat and put it in his bowl, and gave him a blank look, "How many times have you said this along the way? You haven't said enough and I'm tired of hearing it. "

Song Ruan didn't get tired of hearing it. He had envied this kind of family gathering and chatting for many years, so how could he feel bored?

He asked with great interest, "Did the father ever raise the price?"

"Raise the price?"

Song's mother glanced at Song's father, "With your father's temper, it's a good thing if you don't pay, it's because you gave up the original price."

"You don't understand now."

Father Song explained with a guilty conscience, "I gave them a chance, and even if they come to ask for an explanation later, they can only say that we treated them in the same way."

Mother Song said angrily, "You are the only one who is right."

Song Ruan held one end of his chopsticks in his mouth, watching his parents bicker, with a smile inadvertently showing from the corner of his eyes.

"Speaking of this tea."

Mother Song took a bite of the vegetable dish, and asked casually, "Ruan'er, when did you learn how to fight tea?"

Song Ruan had anticipated that such a situation might happen, and rehearsed it several times in his mind.

He said with a natural expression, "When I was bored before, I saw the girl ordering tea. I thought it was very interesting, so I learned it."

"That's it."

Song's mother didn't really want to ask the truth, she just wanted to use this topic to put forward her real purpose, "If you are interested in this, why don't you go to the shop tomorrow, and your father and I will teach you in person. You, don't be afraid that you won't learn."

When she finished speaking, everyone on the table stopped holding chopsticks.

Father Song hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the eldest son who had been silent all this time, and did not dare to speak.

"I'm not interested in that."

It was Song Ruan who bravely broke the stiff atmosphere. He poked the rice in the bowl shallowly with his chopsticks, and said softly, "Besides, I haven't recovered my body yet, so I won't join in the fun."

"..."

The first person to object was not Song's father, nor the eldest son, but her own son. Song's mother had a rare look of surprise on her face.

But what Song Ruan said was true, she thought about it, after all, her son came back from the gate of hell, and she should take this opportunity to take a good rest.The child is still young, so what are you afraid of? Wouldn't it be better to be a father and mother to protect him from the wind and rain for a few more years?

She shook her head and stopped insisting.

This matter finally turned the page, and even Song's father was relieved.

Song Yue didn't open his mouth from the beginning to the end. His temperament was relatively taciturn and dull, and he didn't know much about pleasing words. He was usually absent from family dinners like this, and he didn't know what happened today. sat in that position.

But it turned out that this was a wrong decision.

He put down the chopsticks, intending to find an excuse to leave early as usual, but before he could say a word, a hand holding the chopsticks suddenly stretched out and stopped on the surface of his bowl, and then a piece of meat fell fell into his bowl.

Song Yue looked along that hand and saw his younger brother showing a very shallow smile to him. He said softly, "Brother, eat."

"..."

Song Yue slowly withdrew his gaze, somehow, he raised his chopsticks subconsciously, "Yeah."

The meat is fat and thin pork belly, not too old or greasy, and the taste is just right.So much so that before going to bed, Song Yue didn't think of his plan to leave early.

After dinner, Song Ruan finally made time.

These few days he was busy with tea, not to mention doing tasks, he didn't even click on the panel.Now that all the dust has settled, he just has his hands free to solve it.

[Task description] Please use your existing recipes to get 50 popularity points!

50 popularity points, for Song Ruan, it's actually not that difficult.

After all, the Song family is also a well-known family of merchants in the capital. Although the population is not very prosperous, there are six to seventy people under the leadership of the master, which is enough.

However, this span is a little bit large.

The first mission is to make lotus seed paste buns, the second mission is to gain 10 popularity points, and the third mission, this time, is to gain 50 popularity points... so next time, will it be 100 popularity points?

Is this the only point of the system?

Song Ruan's fingers lightly brushed the small characters on the panel, and what the fingertips touched was icy cold.

He didn't know the answer either.

That night, it rained heavily.

In the morning, the sun was still shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky. After nightfall, a gust of wind suddenly blew up. The wind was so strong that it blew the oiled paper window loudly, as if the paper was about to be blown out of a big hole in the next second. , The cold wind will rush in wantonly like a flood that broke the embankment.

The clump of bamboo in front of the window is usually tall and straight, but now it looks like a delicate flower, bent down by the wind, it shakes the bamboo leaves and makes a rustling sound, as if surrendering, It's like calling for help.

Song Ruan was awakened by the wind.

It was past midnight, everyone was asleep, and even the candles had been burned out, leaving only a puddle of solidified wax piled up on the candlestick.

It was at this time that it began to rain outside the window.

This rain came suddenly, and the rain was not quite the same as the previous spring rains. Its raindrops were round and heavy, and when they fell, they always had the momentum of breaking through the sky. A single drop of rain could smash the soft ground into a small hole. pit.

Song Ruan put on his clothes and wanted to open the window to take a look, but unexpectedly he opened a small slit, and a gust of cold wind came in, and he couldn't help shivering from the cold.

It's raining a lot.

He turned out his winter cloak and put it on, took an umbrella, and pushed open the door unconsciously. The cold wind blew over and turned his face into a snow-white color. Song Ruan couldn't help covering his face. He breathed a sigh of relief, and started to walk out in a daze.

The Song Mansion was pitch-black, only a few strings of red lanterns hung on the long corridor that he passed, barely illuminating the road ahead for him.He walked through low-lying places and waded through small ponds, the muddy water wet the hem of his clothes, and a pair of cloth shoes were heavy and soaked like sponges full of water.

so heavy.

Song Ruan didn't know anything about it. When the shoes were as heavy as lead and every step was difficult, he slowly realized that he looked down subconsciously, but saw that there was nothing under his feet. The bluestone slabs look black under the moonlight.

bluestone slab...

Wait, bluestone?where is this

Song Ruan suddenly came back to his senses and looked around, only to realize that he had walked to the back door dazedly holding an umbrella against such heavy wind and rain!

How is this going?

Isn't he sleeping?Why did you come here suddenly?Could it be sleepwalking?

No, no, he never had the habit of sleepwalking, did he?Could it be that he was trapped by a nightmare?

Song Ruan couldn't help but rubbed his temples, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that the small red door in front of him was not completely locked, on the contrary, there was a crack exposed, half-hidden.

This is not right.

The Song family always has a gatekeeper. When the clapper outside knocks on the curfew time, the gatekeeper will lock the doors and check again and again before going home.

Who opened the lock?

Da da da……

Suddenly there was a crisp sound outside the door, and this strange sound overwhelmed the sound of the rain unconsciously, and it was very clear in the quiet night.

Song Ruan squeezed the handle of the umbrella, he took a few steps forward hesitantly, stretched out his hands that were cold by the wind, and tentatively pushed the door open.

Gollum.

A round pebble was thrown over, hit the wall, made a clicking sound, then fell to the ground and rolled dozens of times before slowly stopping.

Song Ruan raised his head suddenly, and what he saw was a black figure leaning against the wall, throwing stones at the red door in boredom.

Sensing his gaze, the man also raised his face, it turned out to be a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

It's just very strange, the rain is so heavy, his hair, face, and clothes are not wet at all.

Song Ruan stood under the threshold, although he was holding an umbrella in his hand, most of his body was wet by the rain, and his hair was also stained together. Compared with the well-dressed young man in front of him, he was really embarrassed.

But he seemed completely unaware of his situation, and asked softly in a daze, "Who are you?"

"..."

The young man stared at him for a moment, speechless for a while, then suddenly raised a hand, and raised it lightly, the stone drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then landed on the somewhat rough green ground. There was a 'dong' sound on the slate.

The sound of the rain gradually subsided, and the moonlight gradually shone through the clouds, carefully casting it on the young man's shoulders, illuminating the young man's dark and clear eyes.

"Waiting for you for a long time."

Song Ruan saw him smile slightly, and then said so.