The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

Zhang Pingmin is Zhang Shusheng's first name. Everyone usually calls him Zhang Shusheng, but they don't quite remember his real name after shouting, so he didn't realize it for a while, and even Zhang Shusheng himself was stunned for a while.

Among them, Song Ruan was the most astute. The impatience on the eunuch's face only showed a head, and he reacted sharply. He took advantage of the situation and kicked Zhang Shusheng's knee shallowly, directly kicking him to his knees. down.On the other hand, he patted his robe slightly, and pulled Yang Yuan to kneel down unhurriedly.

When the people behind saw them kneeling, although Monk Zhanger couldn't figure it out, they also knelt down a lot.

The eunuch's brows stretched, and he read word by word with satisfaction, "By God, the emperor ordered..."

A string of hard-to-pronounce classical Chinese texts poured out of his mouth continuously, and even if the guys kneeling behind didn't know what was going on just now, they could guess everything after hearing the phrase "Fengtian Chengyun".

However, the emperors of this dynasty have a bad habit, that is, they like to be arty and show off their writing style. It is obviously an imperial decree to immediately announce the entry of scholars into the palace and accompany them to talk, but he has written it into a gorgeous article.

The Son of Heaven, do not offend. Everyone knelt and did not dare to raise their heads. By the time the eunuch finished reading the long series of imperial edicts slowly, their knees were already sore.

"Zhang Zhuangyuan," the eunuch finished announcing the decree, carefully folded the imperial decree in his hand, and handed it to Zhang Pingmin, who was kneeling on the ground, with a smile neither familiar nor unfamiliar, "accept the decree."

After winning the first prize, Zhang Shusheng naturally had to change his title, he stumbled and said, "I, I accept the order."

Only then did he carefully accept the imperial decree.

After receiving the order, everyone shook slightly and stood up.

"Thanks for your hard work, sir."

Song Ruan took out a bank note from his sleeve, didn't look at the value on it, and put it in the hand of the eunuch as he pretended to say hello, "Zhang Zhuangyuan is new here and doesn't know the rules. .”

"Good talk, good talk."

The eunuch finally grabbed something with his hanging hand, he raised his eyelids, looked at Song Ruan carefully, and suddenly smiled, "Young Master Song, don't worry."

Song Ruan was slightly taken aback.

However, before he could react, the eunuch swung his fly whisk and said in a long and sharp tone, "Zhuangyuan Lang, hurry up and go with the servant's house, the emperor is still waiting for you."

Zhang Shusheng hurriedly responded twice, turned his head to look at the crowd, and then went out with the eunuch.

After this group of people had walked a long way, the people in the inn breathed a sigh of relief.

"My mother, is that really a eunuch? Is it alive?"

Huang Laosan's eyes widened, he patted his chest and came forward to ask, "Scholar Zhang really won the number one prize?"

"I hit it!"

Luluo replied cheerfully, "I just don't know what the emperor is looking for with Scholar Zhang."

Song Ruan shook his head, still thinking about how the eunuch knew his surname Song, and said absently, "We'll know when he comes back."

It was still noon when Zhang Shusheng went, and the sun was shining brightly in every corner.But when he came back, the Nanshan restaurant had already posted a closing sign.

The young man was sweeping the dust under the threshold with a broom, when he suddenly saw a foot in black boots about to step in, he frowned, and was about to give way, when he looked up and saw the beaming face of a scholar.

The boy's raised eyebrows suddenly dropped, he turned his head, and shouted happily, "Scholar Zhang is back!"

At this moment, there are no customers in the restaurant, only the sound of them wiping the tables and sweeping the floor, and the voice of the waiter is so loud that everyone can hear it, and soon everyone gathered around, pulling Scholar Zhang to ask Dong Ask West.

"Scholar Zhang, you are a good boy. Have you met the emperor?"

"You must have seen it? What does the emperor look like? Two eyes and two eyebrows?"

"Is there any woman around the emperor? What kind of concubine and maid, are they beautiful? The emperor's women must all be good-looking, right?"

Surprisingly, there was a person who could talk to the emperor beside me. Everyone was very curious, and asked Zhang Shusheng to ask questions.

Lu Luo also asked, "Why did you come back so late?"

Zhang Shusheng wanted to answer one by one, but he still had selfishness in his heart, so he answered Luluo's question first, "I chatted with the emperor all afternoon, visited the imperial garden, and was given a meal, so I came back late .”

"See you. Yes... Two eyes and two eyebrows. He is about forty, with a mustache. He looks very dignified, but he is actually very kind. At first I didn't dare to look up at him, I'm a bit stuttering when I speak."

"I didn't see the concubine, but I saw the maid along the way. She was wearing good materials, pink and green. I didn't pay much attention to her appearance, so it's okay."

Zhang Shusheng wanted to say with a cheeky face that he didn't think Luluo was as good-looking as Luluo, but with so many people watching, he didn't dare to say it.

Song Ruan listened for a long time, and finally asked, "Did you say anything wrong?"

"No, no, the father-in-law reminded me a few words before meeting the emperor."

Zhang Shusheng saw Song Ruan stuffing money to the eunuch, if not for this incident, I am afraid that he would lose his dignity in front of the saint.He scratched his head and said embarrassingly, "Shopkeeper, when I become an official and get my monthly salary, I will return the money to you."

"It's just a little money, why do you bother with me about it?"

Song Ruan smiled and said, "It seems that the emperor likes you very much, otherwise he wouldn't have chatted with you for so long, and he wouldn't have given you a meal."

Speaking of this, Zhang Shusheng suddenly remembered something, "Shopkeeper, the emperor asked me about it."

"ask me?"

Song Ruan was also surprised, "Ask me what?"

"There are quite a lot of things to ask."

Zhang Shusheng was also a little puzzled. It stands to reason that the number one scholar is usually called into the palace, either to talk about state affairs, or to talk about his views on literature. How about it, seeing that he relaxed a lot later, he directly asked Mr. Song about it.

"My family is a tea merchant, how did you come up with the idea of ​​starting a restaurant business?"

He remembered another detail, "During the meal, the emperor asked me which one is better, the chef's skill or the shopkeeper's skill?"

Song Ruan frowned imperceptibly, "What do you say?"

"I'm telling the truth," Zhang Shusheng said, "I think Mr. Song is better at it."

Young Master Song: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Even Luluo couldn't help muttering, "Your Majesty isn't angry?"

"I know that the royal chef should be said to be skilled."

Zhang Shusheng was also very embarrassed, "But I just don't know how to tell lies."

He sighed again, "So I said that the emperor is still very good, he didn't scold me, and he didn't show any displeasure."

Song Ruan helped his forehead helplessly: At any rate, he grew up in the political arena. How could the emperor be happy with his color? This is a basic protective color.

Zhang Shusheng is honest and loyal, very suitable to be a subordinate, he will never make mistakes in what you order; but he is too well-behaved, so it is difficult to develop in the direction of a think tank.

It is easy to advance in his official career, but it is also difficult. Whether to advance or retreat depends entirely on the emperor's mind and mood.And the mind of the Holy One is harder to figure out than a needle in the sea...

Song Ruan didn't know whether it was good or bad for Zhang Shusheng to take the road of official career.

"By the way, the shopkeeper."

Zhang Shusheng suddenly thought of something, "Before I came back, the emperor told me that he had heard that the food at Nanshan Restaurant was delicious. If he is free, he would come to try it."

"I sound like polite words. Tell me, will the emperor come?"

Everyone: "???"

Yang Yuan: "..."

Song Ruan: "!!!"

·

Song Ruan had never thought of the emperor's concern for Nanshan Restaurant. Not only had he heard of this restaurant, but he probably also ate dim sum. Otherwise, his attendant eunuch would not have easily recognized him. Call him 'Song Gongzi' - although he is indeed famous in the capital, but in the end he is just a rich man, has nothing to do with power, and he is not a person who can be called by the eunuch at a glance.

It's just a restaurant, there are many in the capital, how can it win the emperor's favor?

Song Ruan couldn't figure it out.

Compared with his passive sabotage, the other employees of the restaurant are more cheerful and enthusiastic.

In the past, when there were no customers in the store, the three brothers of the Huang family would get together with several other people to play tag, not gambling, just for entertainment, and Song Ruan didn't care about them.It's all right now, whenever he is free, Boss Huang walks around with a big iron spoon to exercise his arm strength, so that he can make the most perfect spoon when the emperor comes.

In terms of going crazy, Huang Lao Er is not too lenient. He used to wash the freshly delivered vegetables every morning, but now it's even worse, and he can't wait to use a small brush to clean the leaves of the vegetables.

He also deliberately took his most proud and perfect work - a bunch of green vegetables that have been washed to a shiny surface, and showed it to the shopkeeper. After Song Ruan finished reading it, he had to say that the leaves were washed as well as filtered through a filter. the same as...

It's no exaggeration.

Huang Laosan also inherited the fine traditions of the Huang family. He thought the tables and chairs in the lobby were too monotonous. Every morning when he came here, he would pick a few unknown small wild flowers by the roadside and serve them in a small white porcelain bowl. , make the best-looking pose, and then place it in the middle of the table.

Song Ruan went to see it once, the flowers are beautiful, and the small porcelain bowl is also beautiful, the only thing that is not beautiful is that many small bugs have escaped from the stamens...

As a result, only the third of the three Huang family brothers was deprived of his hobbies and idled in his free time every day. If he wanted to rush to help his brothers with work, he would be beaten violently.

Seeing how energetic and motivated they were all day long, Song Ruan was ashamed to pour cold water on them.

"You say whether he will come or not, and you won't give an exact answer."

He sighed, and stuffed the peanut kernels into Yang Yuan's mouth while peeling the peanuts. One accidentally sent the peeled peanut shells over. Yang Yuan spit out the shells and bit him dissatisfied. finger.

"Ah, sorry."

Song Ruan apologized again and again, then kissed him lightly at the corner of his mouth to express his apology, and then changed the subject, "What do you think? Should we prepare in advance?"

Yang Yuan was a little dissatisfied with the fact that he had been thinking about the old man in his forties, but he still replied obediently, "What are you going to do, don't we usually do well? When he comes, let's do it as usual, he If you don’t come, it’s easy.”

Song Ruan was slightly taken aback, "But...wouldn't this be too perfunctory?"

"Where is this perfunctory, Ruan Ruan?"

Yang Yuan smiled helplessly, and patted his head, "Could it be that you want to say that we are always perfunctory to diners? This is not like you."

"Of course not! I just don't want to pick up such troublesome guests..."

Song Ruan retorted subconsciously, but his thoughts were indeed opened by Yang Yuan, "But you are right, no matter how noble he is, he is just a guest here for dinner."

Yang Yuan smiled lightly, seeing his miraculous appearance, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, he couldn't help leaning forward and kissed him, "I still want to eat."

"Wait, I'll peel it off."

As he said that, Song Ruan was about to get the plate of peanuts with shells on them, but he was caught when he stretched out his hand halfway. He turned around in surprise, and just met Yang Yuan who was approaching, and the two of them took a sweet Sweet kisses.

After kissing, Yang Yuan held him in her arms, stroked the blush on his face with her fingers, and said with a strong hint in her tone, "Didn't we get together for dinner last night, the elder brother was still glaring at me."

Song Ruan lay comfortably in his arms, basking in the sun with half-closed eyes, feeling very comfortable, "Don't mind, that's just how big brother is. In fact, he has no ill intentions towards you."

"……That was not what I meant."

Yang Yuan's shoulders were short, and he looked like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Then what happened to you?"

Song Ruan raised her face and met his dull eyes, "Did my brother bully you?"

Yang Yuan was silent for a while, still thinking that this stall should not put pressure on him yet, so he shook his head, "No, I just want to know when the eldest brother will admit us both..."

"You always say that I'm a dead end. Don't you do it too?"

Song Ruan laughed, pinched Yang Yuan's face, and said affectionately, "Brother has already recognized your identity as sister-in-law."

"When will I get into a dead end—"

Yang Yuan just muttered a few words, and suddenly realized, "Wait, what the hell is my sister-in-law! Isn't she my brother-in-law?"

Song Ruan raised her eyebrows, nodded her lips, and said threateningly, "Huh?"

Yang Yuan quickly lowered her head, like a quail, "I am my sister-in-law, I am my sister-in-law, please don't rob me, I will be happy."

Hey, men, of course, if you can let your wife go, as long as the ultimate goal can be achieved, it doesn't matter what path you take to reach the end.

Yang Yuan thought triumphantly.

·

The emperor said he was coming, but in the blink of an eye, half a month passed without any movement.Everyone who was still full of chicken blood gradually calmed down.After all, this matter is the same as a fairy descending to earth, the probability is too small, and it is a concept that can almost be included in the mythological archives.

On the other hand, Zhang Shusheng received the imperial decree, and he will not start his post until next month to join the Imperial Academy, so he still has a period of time to spend at home.He had nothing to do, and was bored at home, so he came over to do odd jobs in the store and settle accounts.

Song Ruan considered that he already had an official position, and it would be unattractive to work in his own small slope, but he also took care of everyone's feelings, so he asked him to help in the backyard, washing dishes and washing vegetables at his discretion. Don't come to the front easily, which can also save a lot of trouble of bumping into guests.

During this period of time, the second volume of Mr. Liu's poetry anthology was finally published, and double happiness came. The good news that came with the publication of the second volume was that the first volume was out of stock, so this time the first volume was also republished, and the two volumes were bundled together. There are discounts to buy.

If a new reader gets this collection of poems and raises objections to the fact that Nanshan Restaurant occupies such a large space after reading it, before the author can explain it, some people will spontaneously reply: It deserves its name, What the people want.

Unknowingly, Nanshan Restaurant has replaced Huang Hexian as one of the most distinctive and cultural attractions in the capital.It can be said that there is only a distance between Nanshan Restaurant and the No. [-] Building in the World by an imperial plaque.

At this time, no one expected that the imperial plaque was approaching them little by little.

It was a very busy noon, and a drunkard sneaked into the lobby, and after drinking two jars of pear flower white, he went berserk, grabbed the diners next to him, and the waiter and waiter rushed up to try to pull him down, but this The alcoholic is not weak, they lost a lot of strength, and the lobby was in chaos.

Song Ruan was still cooking in the kitchen when he heard the commotion, and quickly asked Yang Yuan to help control the heat. He didn't even take off his apron, and ran out smelling of oily smoke to appease the diners. A bowl of rescue soup.

Before the rescue soup was ready, the drunkard gurgled twice, then spat it out with a wow, splashing Xiaoer all over——

Song Ruan was almost the same size as the first two, his face sank slightly, he turned his head and whispered to Huang Laoer and Huang Laosan, "You two take him to the backyard and tell Yang Yuan to keep an eye on him. Let him go when he sobers up."

Huang Laosan still couldn't believe it, "This man is not weak, Mr. Yang can watch him?"

Song Ruan gave him a reassuring look, "Go."

Only then did the two pick up the drunkard and drag him into the backyard.

Xiao Er, whose clothes were ruined, walked over with a sad face. His body was covered with vomit, and he exuded an unflattering smell. He wanted to get close but didn't get close. He called out pitifully, "The shopkeeper..."

"Give you half a day off, go back and change your clothes, and take a good bath by the way."

Song Ruan comforted him a few words, and promised to leave him a plate of hibiscus cake to eat, "Be careful on the way back."

After he gave some instructions, the little girl reluctantly went back, frowning.

There was one less person, and it was the peak time of dining, and the manpower in the store quickly became tense.The drunkard's vomit hadn't been cleaned up just now, and it exuded a strange smell. Song Ruan frowned, and just about to call someone to clean it up, he suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him.

"Young Master Song."

If it is an ordinary diner, he should be called the shopkeeper; the person who calls him Mr. Song, could it be...?

Song Ruan turned around and saw four people standing in front of him, three people in black surrounded by a middle-aged man in the middle who was dressed in Chinese clothes and had an extraordinary temperament, and among those three people was someone he had seen before That father-in-law.

The father-in-law was dressed like an ordinary man, and looked at Song Ruan with a smile, as if the several hundred taels of silver note he took earlier did not exist at all.

Song Ruan had already guessed the man's identity, not only the veins on his temples and forehead jumped together.

"Master, this is Mr. Song."

The father-in-law smiled and said, "Young Master Song, this is our master."

"Seeing is worse than hearing about it for a long time."

Sure enough, the emperor, as Zhang Shusheng said, seemed to have a mature flavor, and because of the countless intrigues and scheming, he stood there and made people feel that he was a shrewd and eye-catching man.

His eyes were slightly bent, revealing an unconsciously distant and noble smile, "Young and talented, young people are awesome."

Future generations may be afraid of my decline.

How can it be said that the Son of Heaven has declined?

Song Ruan lowered his eyes slightly, "It's just a bad business, it's nothing to worry about. If you can go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, it will be a blessing through the ages."

This battlefield can be either a battlefield where cold weapons are handed over, or a court where civil and military battles are fought.

Not only did this answer not fall into the trap of the emperor, but it also complimented the emperor, and even the father-in-law standing aside showed an expression of appreciation.

The emperor also laughed, "What a clever young master."

This matter will not be mentioned.

"I'm here for dinner today, so I won't put on those airs."

The emperor looked around slowly, and finally sat down at a table not far from the accident site just now, and fanned the mountain and water folding fan in his hand, "Just sit and eat whatever you want."

He sits and eats whatever he wants, and Song Ruanhan is about to drip.

He could smell vomit just by sitting down, and it was impossible for him to serve some ordinary dishes to the emperor.This seems to be a very casual word, but behind it is a set of tests.

This emperor... is really an old fox.

Song Ruan raised his heart, but couldn't help thinking: He can say something about testing Zhang Shusheng, what's the point of him testing a restaurant, a cook... what's the point?