blue shirt oath

Chapter 30
Du Qingshan said that day that Wang Ruoqin blatantly issued an ultimatum to the Gu family, if on Chen Zhi's birthday, Gu Tixing couldn't deliver a birthday gift that caught his eye, it would be against him, Wang Qinruo.

Although Gu Tixing is upright and disdains to be with Wang Qinruo and others, but Wang Qinruo is so arrogant, the Gu family still has to be a little bit afraid.

"Xiaochen, did you hear that?"

"Ah, I heard it." Song Guichen said, "Does Han Caiban have any other orders?"

Lin Qi was ordered to monitor Song Guichen for so many days, and he felt a little guilty towards Song Guichen in his heart. He was not angry when he saw that Song Guichen was ridiculing him that only Han Song was his fate, and only said:
"Han Caiban said that all the new dishes you made today will be sent to Pavilion No. [-] first, so that Mr. Meng can taste them first. There is no problem. They can only be presented at Chen Xianggong's birthday banquet tomorrow."

This is also for security reasons.

Song Guichen nodded.

To cook for corrupt officials like Wang Qinruo and Chen Zhi, Song Guichen was 1 unhappy.

However, in the Shocui Tower, as the cook of the Shocui Tower, she couldn't help herself.

Although thinking about new dishes does not need to be busy in the back kitchen, it takes a lot more thought than cooking according to the original recipes.

Fortunately, she is the head chef, and the cooks in the back kitchen can be called at will, so I called a few cooks who are used to cooperating on weekdays to think about what new dishes should be made for tomorrow's birthday banquet.

Aunt Mu said: "I heard that Wang Xianggong is from Kaifeng, why don't we cook some Kaifeng dishes?"

"That's a good idea." Song Guichen nodded, "It's just that I can only cook Jiangsu and Zhejiang dishes, and I really don't know how to cook Kaifeng dishes."

"No way?" Yueyue, who was chopping vegetables, said in surprise, "Didn't Brother Han say you came from Kaifeng? Why don't you know how to cook Kaifeng vegetables?"

Song Guichen glanced at her calmly, and explained calmly: "My mother is from Hangzhou. I learned how to cook from her since I was a child. She only knows Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine, so I only know Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine."

Yueyue said again: "That's not right, Xiaochen, last time you said that both of your parents died when you were young, that's why you cook such delicious dishes."

Song Guichen had black lines all over her head. Sure enough, she was not suitable for lying.

Just as she was thinking about how to get over this panic, Aunt Mu uttered a voice to help her out: "Yueyue, you are too serious, Xiaochen didn't want you to give up on yourself last time, so I said that intentionally to comfort you You, you are serious."

Yueyue stuck out her tongue cutely, stopped asking any more questions, and carefully cut the pork on the chopping board.

Aunt Mu said again: "It's not difficult to make Kaifeng dishes. When An Niang was here, she was the best at making Kaifeng dishes. I also learned a lot from her. It is more than enough to make a few Kaifeng dishes."

Song Guichen was overjoyed: "If that's the case, I will trouble Aunt Mu."

There are Kaifeng dishes, but there are also other dishes.

Now that we have come to Hangzhou, we cannot miss the signature dishes of Hangzhou.

Song Guichen decided to make a dish of Mrs. Song's Fish Soup, which he is best at, and a West Lake Vinegar Fish.

After making up their minds, several people started to get busy.

When the sun was setting, several people looked at the table full of dishes in front of them with satisfaction, called the bartender Zhou Qiang, brought a table of dishes to the No. [-] pavilion, and asked Lou Zhang Meng and several building masters to try the dishes .

Opening the lid, one can see delicacies on the table, a dazzling array of beautiful things in eyes, before approaching, the aroma of the dishes has already rushed into the ears and noses.

Meng Tianyin laughed and took his seat, greeted the chief to sit down, and said with a smile: "Xiaochen, what are these dishes, please introduce them."

Song Guichen stepped forward, pointed to the dishes on the table and introduced them one by one:

"Three hot dishes in the middle: stewed taro with royal mutton, baked chicken with spiced black bean sauce and salt, braised beef balls with shallots;

Three Kaifeng dishes on the right: Jianggan Hydrangea Grilled Dictyophora, Soft-shelled Turtle Stewed in Wanfangchun Yuanxiao, Drumming Shangchao;
Three Hangzhou dishes on the left: West Lake Vinegar Fish, Song Sao Fish Soup, Longjing Shrimp;
There are three cold dishes on top: Yunnan-style cold chicken, shredded tripe in red oil, and spicy beef; there are two soup pots on the bottom: clear soup with hedge duck, eight immortals beef soup; and two dim sum: mung bean crisps and sweet potato balls; at the end, add a cup of clear tea , it is Longjing before Ming Dynasty. "

She spoke quickly and urgently, but her voice was clear and pleasant.

Everyone only felt that every word and every word she said was clear to their ears, but when she finished speaking, they didn't seem to understand what she said.

Meng Tianyin laughed loudly and said: "Okay, Xiaochen, you can rest, you are exhausted from cooking such a table of dishes this day, come, come, sit down, and taste together, the old man can't wait to eat. "

Han Songdao: "The building chief doesn't know, although Miss Xiaochen is small, every time she cooks, she tastes it herself. If she is not satisfied, she will not serve it to the guests' table."

Meng Tianyin glanced at Han Song, nodded lightly, raised his chopsticks, and beckoned everyone to use them.

After the meal, Han Song praised: "After eating the dishes made by Xiaochen, I will have no regrets in this life."

Song Guichen looked at him, only to see that he was holding a teacup and gently smelling the tea.

"Tomorrow Chen Xianggong's birthday banquet, use today's dishes." Meng Tianyin and the rest of the principals also nodded in praise.

"Okay, the ingredients to buy tomorrow are the ingredients needed for these dishes, Xiao Chen, you will make a list of the ingredients you need and give it to Lin Qi later."

Song Guichen nodded, wondering why Han Song acted as if nothing had happened.

He almost killed himself that day, but now he can still talk and laugh with himself in front of everyone so calmly, his scheming is too deep.

Too good at pretending!

So good at acting!

Song Guichen couldn't help but admire him very much.

"It's better to write at this time. It's getting late, so don't bother Brother Lin."

Song Guichen didn't want to meet with any of Han Song and Lin Qizhong in private, who knew what conspiracy he was up to.

Then he got up, went to the desk on the east side of the pavilion, spread rice paper, dipped a pen to write down the ingredients needed one by one, and handed them to Han Song.

"Brother Han, here it is."

Han Song took the paper and glanced at it, with a half-smile: "Unexpectedly, Xiaochen can write well at such a young age."

Hearing this, Meng Tianyin also took the piece of paper with interest, and after seeing the words on the paper, he was silent for a while, and took a deep look at Song Guichen.

Song Guichen secretly thought it was not good. When Meng Tianyin visited his master and exchanged calligraphy with his master, he had seen his own handwriting.

Just now she started writing with a pen, never thinking of changing the font.

Looking at this situation, Mr. Meng seemed suspicious again?
However, Meng Tianyin only said "Yes" lightly and let everyone go back to work.

Back in the room, the plum branch placed on the desk in front of the window had long since withered, Song Guichen stretched out his hand and pulled a dead plum blossom, thinking of his master on the lonely mountain.

Master loves plums, if he sees himself picking plum branches and putting them in a vase, he must be reprimanded again.

Song Guichen often refuted the master's cherishing plums like life by saying "there are flowers that can be broken, and the beards are broken". The master is always so angry that he blows his beard and stares, but he can't really do anything to her.

Now, she is not in Gushan, and she no longer intentionally breaks Master's plum blossoms. Master must be very happy.

She also thought of Duan Xiaochen who is now on the lonely mountain. Duan Yi'an is her mother. Duan Xiaochen still doesn't know. If she knew that Duan Yi'an was dead, she would be so sad.

Shall I tell her about it?

Song Guichen sighed, blew out the lights, and went to bed.

　I saw this sentence when I was brushing the writer's assistant today: When writing a novel, I can write the love that I can't envy, as well as the blatant partiality and the redemption that is rare in the world. It's so good, woo, good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)