Crossing the Datang Restaurant

Back at Qionghua Huafang, Rong Yushu stood outside holding a large pot of chrysanthemums, waiting for Brother Ming to pick him up.

The boats are naturally bustling, with people coming and going in an endless stream.In the hall, there were crowded people sitting on a single collapsed table, and the woman next to her had bright eyes, spoke and laughed, and leaned softly on the side of the guest with a teasing smile.

There are also those who pour wine sitting on the sidelines with a smile on their faces, their faces are like the sunset, and they have an elegant temperament, not like a woman in the world.

The painting boat is divided into four floors, the first and second floors are where the guests have fun, the third floor is where the girls live, and the fourth floor is where the senior girls live.

On one side of the stairs, there was a long queue, all men without exception, ranging in age from the prime of life in their 20s to men in their 50s, all with nervous expressions on their faces, More or less holding a box or a picture scroll in their hands, and some even hold a potted flower in their hands.

So when Rong Yushu came in at this time, he didn't attract so many people's attention at all.He just sighed, "Here comes another one."

But Rong Yushu didn't care about this, and walked towards the kitchen with the flower pot in his hand. Earlier, he asked Cui Pinqian to borrow the kitchen, and walked straight towards the kitchen.

The cook in the kitchen was a little surprised when he saw it for the first time, as if he was thinking that this young man is well-dressed, what is he doing in the kitchen, cooking?

Cooking is really good. Rong Yushu rolled up his sleeves. These chrysanthemums are growing well. Each plant is nearly two fingers thick. The leaves are saturated and the flowers are bright. It is time to bloom.

The first thing to cook is one of the small white chrysanthemums. The flowers are complete. Rong Yushu looked around and found that there are many high-end ingredients such as abalone and shark fin. Tang Guang frowned.

"Didn't you use chrysanthemums as the main ingredient? Why didn't you process the chrysanthemums you brought back?" Rong Yushu approached Tang Guang secretly and said, "Hush, actually let me tell you, the easiest way to cook chrysanthemums is When you have prepared a dish, sprinkle the chrysanthemum juice on it, and it will be considered a chrysanthemum dish."

Tang Guang:. . . . . . .

Although he said so, looking at the movements of Rong Yushu's hands, he was also unambiguous. After cutting off the upper part of a plump orange-yellow orange, the incision was carved into a semicircular pattern with a carving knife. .

Tang Guang stood aside. Although Rong Yushu was full of nonsense, sometimes he had real skills.

I saw him picking out the cooked crab meat, adding crab roe and sake, adding sesame oil and the previous orange juice to simmer, and after thickening, scoop some up and taste it, it will definitely reduce the salty taste, put it in Slightly seasoned with vinegar and salt, set aside to cool.

Fresh chrysanthemums are bleached in boiling water, and the fresh white chrysanthemums are bright in color even after being scalded in boiling water.

Standing beside Tang Guang, seeing Rong Yushu put the prepared crab meat soup into the carved oranges with his own hands, an inexplicable appetite arose in his stomach.

Suddenly he wanted to eat that dish, but Tang Guang fell into a faint melancholy in his heart. Should he say it or not? It seems that the taste is not bad.

Unexpectedly, Rong Yushu beckoned to Tang Guang and said, "How about Tang Shaoqing trying this dish?"

Tang Guang walked over without changing his face, picked up a small silver spoon, scooped up a small spoon, and put it in his mouth.

The taste of crab meat is the best, and there is Tang Guang's favorite crab roe in it. When I saw it before, there was a lot of soup. I took a spoonful and found that the crab meat inside was actually pressed tightly. Add a layer of soup.

The smell of chrysanthemums is also very strong, not to mention unpleasant, but with some faint fragrance, if there is too much, it will be boring, if it is too little, it will be dull.

Tang Guang is an ordinary person. For him, there are only a few kinds of food, unpalatable, unpalatable and average, delicious, very delicious. I can’t think of any more adjectives. When I put down the things in my hand There are still some meanings that are still unfinished, which seem to be a little less.

On the contrary, Brother Ming put forward a few professional opinions, such as some astringency, Rong Yushu thought about it seriously, and added a few things to it.

Tang Guang's heart was itching. Rong Yushu made eight copies in total, two of which had already been eaten by him and Brother Ming. While thinking about this, the handsome Cui Pinqian and Mr. Cui came from outside. Opening the curtain, looking at the scene in full swing, he smiled and said, "It seems that there is already a result?"

Looking at the plump half-opened oranges in a small white porcelain dish, he seemed to be interested and said, "That's it, only one?"

"Of course it's impossible, it's just that we're only making this one now." Rong Yushu said nonchalantly, and Mr. Cui rubbed his chin with interest and said, "Can I have a taste?"

Of course Rong Yushu couldn't be in doubt, spread his hands and said, "Of course."

Mr. Cui washed his hands first, wiped them clean with a champagne, and then took a sip of water to rinse his mouth. The posture before tasting was very good.

Tang Guang felt a little disdainful in his heart, it must be so complicated before tasting, isn't it all about eating?

Tasted it carefully, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Yes, I didn't expect Mr. Rong to have such a skill." He ordered the people next to him: "Give this thing to the girl."

The person behind lowered his head, agreed, and brought up the remaining five oranges.

Rong Yushu was a little surprised, but Cui Pinqian smiled and said, "Hot dishes like this should be delicious when eaten while they are hot."

Rong Yushu thought about it, and it seemed that it really was.

Only Tang Guang on the side looked a bit unkind. Five oranges, chrysanthemums and crab meat are all cold. Can your stomach take it?

Cui Pinqian bowed to Tang Guang, smiled slightly, and stood aside without saying a word, as if he had no intention of leaving?

The kitchen has an independent vacuum belt, which is somewhat suspicious. Rong Yushu feels that the atmosphere inside is slightly frozen, and he still cooks his favorite dishes.

The dried chrysanthemums I asked for before were ordinary yellow chrysanthemums, nothing special. After thinking about it, Rong Yushu asked Brother Ming to help grind them into powder.

Brother Ming didn't know why, but according to Rong Yushu's instructions, he started grinding slowly.

Rong Yushu was actually very distressed.

The chrysanthemum feast is pretty good, but it's like the names of the dishes reported earlier, so it sounds good, but the problem is, he can't!

Green chrysanthemum is the most expensive, but it also has a unique taste, unlike other flavors that have a strong chrysanthemum fragrance. Rong Yushu glanced at the red cherries soaked in sugar water in front of him, and paused for a while.

Seems to be pretty good, Rong Yushu walked over, these are the best cherries just picked in spring and summer, soaked in sugar water and fruit wine, the color is bright, still the same as before.

After washing the green chrysanthemum, put the same one in boiling water and scald it, then pick it up.

The petals of the green chrysanthemum are thick, so scalding does not have much effect, and does not affect the color at all. Remove the bracts under the flower, leaving only the petals at the outermost layer, and remove the flower center together. The middle is filled with fine sugar and nuts The stuffing is tight, the flowers are tight, a red cherry is placed on the card in front of the top, and a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus is sprinkled on top.

Of course, it looks a little salty and tasteless, so just add a layer of sugar juice at the end, it's just perfect.

Rong Yushu looked at the dessert in front of him happily, it was not bad, he just adapted a modern recipe, to get this kind of effect, he is simply a genius.

Tang Guang was in front, looking at the unique shape of the honey-juice green chrysanthemum, he really felt a little itchy, but looking at Rong Yushu, it seemed that he had no intention of taking it out as usual.

That's right, when I bought it, there was only one pot, and almost all the green chrysanthemums on the branches were picked completely, and the presentation was also unique, if you want to take one casually, it will destroy the overall image.

Rong Yushu's mood became better, and he turned to Cui Pinqian, who was standing beside him, and asked, "Can this dish be served as well?"

"Of course." Cui Pinqian readily agreed, called the servant next to him, and waved for someone to take it up.

Tang Guang stood below, with a straight face, wondering if this person would steal a bite halfway through taking it up.

Rong Yushu was in a happy mood, and his thinking was also in a state of extreme divergence.

What should I do, why do I feel so good today!Rong Yushu couldn't even close his mouth in a smile, he covered his mouth with his hands, secretly laughing, his eyes swept away, and the purple Yannian flower next to him was bright in color, Rong Yushu's eyes rolled again.

With a wave of his big hand, he ground all the petals of the Yannian purple flower next to it into a paste, and served it with the dried pollen that Brother Ming had ground before, ready to do a big job.

Seeing this posture, Brother Ming felt something was wrong, and instinctively didn't want to hand over the results of his hard work, but Rong Yushu was too violent, so he directly grabbed it.

Seeing Rong Yushu mixing flower paste with flour and dried pollen, adding water and kneading constantly, the dough under his hands was a strange purple color, Tang Guang's face became a little strange, even Brother Ming's eyes They were all a little weird, and they approached in a low voice and asked, "Master, what are you doing?"

Cui Pinqian decisively found a reason to go out, Rong Yushu waved his hand, immersed in the ocean of his own creation and couldn't extricate himself.

"Brother Ming, let's go and watch. You will be the first to taste it when the young master makes it." Rong Yushu's eyes brightened.

He didn't want to taste the deep purple thing in front of him that he didn't know what it was!Brother Ming burst into tears, who can eat such a weird color!

Rong Yushu was full of energy. He flicked the dough and oiled it into half-finger-long noodles with great difficulty. He wanted to put them in the pot and cook them, but he was afraid that the noodles would be broken. , So boil the chicken soup and cook it directly in the chicken soup.

The chicken soup is stewed with fine matsutake and chicken, which is delicious. The light yellow chicken soup is cooked with deep purple noodles, and the color of the soup turns into lavender in an instant.

Rong Yushu put the noodles and soup in a bowl, covered with a layer of chicken and matsutake mushrooms, but even the chicken was slightly purple.

It seemed that something was a little strange, Rong Yushu was a little confused, hey, forget it, it’s better to have a taste, turned to look at Brother Ming beside him, before he could speak, Brother Ming said with a face full of pain: "Master, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. It's better not to eat such indigestible food."

Taking a step back, exposing Tang Guang to Rong Yushu's eyes, Rong Yushu continued to move forward, and said to Tang Guang expectantly, "Tang Shaoqing, try my Yannian noodles?"

Tang Guang put his eyes on the bowl in Rong Yushu's hand. The soup is purple, the noodles are also purple, and the chicken matsutake is all purple. Why does the name Yannian noodles sound a bit ironic? He said hesitantly: "I don't like noodles."

Rong Yushu proudly placed the noodles in front of Tang Guang, "touched" and said, "Where are there so many nonsense, eat!"

Tang Guang was silent for a while, sat down, picked up his chopsticks and began to move the noodles in front of him.

Tang Guang was expressionless and silent while eating. Rong Yushu stood beside him and looked at him expectantly. Brother Ming suddenly felt that Tang Shaoqing was actually quite good. He ate as much as he wanted.

Well, it's very pitiful.

The young master with a broken head can't afford to be hurt. This is no longer a simple waste of food, but a waste of money, okay?

After Tang Guang finished eating the noodles, he also took a sip of the soup. Brother Ming was a little terrified. Can this stuff be eaten?

Tang Guang put the chopsticks in front of him, and pulled out the knife in his hand. Brother Ming was terrified by this action. Tang Shaoqing wouldn't cut off his son because it was too bad.

Fortunately, he was too worried. Tang Guang stuck out his tongue at his brand-new blade that could even be used as a mirror, looked up at Rong Yushu and said, "The taste of the food is still good, but you are sure that others will not think that you are good after eating it." poisoned?"

As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue, revealing the purple coating on his tongue.

Rong Yushu's face turned red, and he snatched the bowl in front of Tang Guang, and said in shame, "Ah, this, actually needs to be improved." After speaking, he ran to wash the dishes in despair.

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