The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

Chapter 211 Mapo Tofu Recipe
Imperial College, Jing Yi Pavilion.

Mr. Zhuang looked at Mr. Zhuang who was sighing and listless and couldn't help but shake his head. It seemed that this time it was a really big blow to his father!

"Dad, Linglong Pavilion has a new dish of Mapo Tofu. It's very delicious. I'll take you to try it!" Zhuang Fu coaxed.

"Eat, eat, eat! You know how to eat! Why can't you find the little magical power I asked you to find? You are a loser!" Mr. Zhuang was so angry.

How could you give birth to such a thing that only knows how to eat!

Just a piece of broken tofu!

Mr. Zhuang touched his nose innocently: "Dad, you don't know that Miss Bai's family wants to open a restaurant in the capital to make a living, but you also know that the restaurant business in the capital is particularly difficult, let alone Linglong Pavilion!"

"Point!" The old man was impatient.

"Son, I can't find that little prodigy, but Miss Bai doesn't live next to us! As long as dad can find a way for Miss Bai's family to open a restaurant in the capital, Miss Bai will definitely burst into tears. Then~"

Mr. Zhuang's eyes suddenly brightened, but he frowned again: "What does that have to do with Po Tofu!"

"Dad, you will know how powerful this broken tofu is when you go there!"

Mr. Zhuang glanced at him.

But when he followed Mr. Zhuang to Linglong Pavilion, he saw that the huge restaurant was overcrowded, and everyone at every table was holding a plate of red tofu and eating it wildly. Mr. Zhuang curled his lips in disgust: "A piece of broken tofu, what's the matter?" !”

result~

What a fucking scent!
Mr. Zhuang grabbed the bottom of the plate and licked it carefully with his tongue.

"Dad, I can give you any son, but not tofu!" Mr. Zhuang resisted angrily.

All of a sudden.The two father and son fought fiercely.

At this time, Zhou Xiner and Qian Tao walked in, and they were extremely satisfied looking at the restaurant that was full of customers.

"Hey! These are not Master Qian and Madam Qian!" A guest saw the two of them after eating and politely handed over their hands: "Under the care of the two of them, this Linglong Pavilion is even more youthful than in the hands of Mrs. Qian." ah!"

"How could the old lady have such a grand occasion at that time? It can't be compared, it can't be compared!" A guest came forward to retort.

"That's right, there is no comparison! Moreover, this young lady is not only a good wife, but also so good-looking. She is a perfect match for the young master of the Qian family!" The guests complimented each other, and Zhou Xiner and Qian Tao listened. He spoke humbly, but with great pleasure.

After the two sent away the guests, Zhou Xiner caught sight of Master Zhuang and her eyes instantly became displeased.

The last time she was in Linglong Pavilion, she heard someone call him the eldest master of the Zhuang family, so she went up to make love, but she didn't expect that the Zhuang master would not give her any face!
When Zhou Xiner saw the old man beside Mr. Zhuang, she understood. She waved to the maid and then went upstairs with Qian Tao.

"Master Zhuang, Master Zhuang, my master has invited me!" the maid said.

Mr. Zhuang nodded and asked the maid to leave first, and then whispered to the old man: "Dad, the opportunity has come. If you can figure out the secret recipe of this tofu, you will definitely make Miss Bai burst into tears of gratitude!"

"Yes!" Mr. Zhuang nodded firmly and went upstairs boldly.

Zhuang Fu followed behind with a smile.

Of course he didn't think his father could figure out the secret recipe. This was their signature, a money-spinner, and the Qian family would only say it if they were stupid!
But as long as the old man can eat and divert his attention, that's enough!

The maid led the two of them upstairs and opened the door.

Zhou Xiner and Qian Tao immediately greeted them with smiles.

Regardless, this bookmaker is worth following.

"Don't do this!" Mr. Zhuang put his hands behind his back and looked solemn: "I know you want to send people to the Imperial College, no problem!"

Qian Tao, who was smiling at each other, and Zhou Xiner, who was bending over to pour the wine herself: "!!"

They haven't even played yet!

Master Zhuang suddenly looked at the old man.

Is his father so bold and direct now?

"In exchange, tell me the secret recipe of tofu!" Mr. Zhuang stood with his head held high, his eyes burning brightly.

(End of this chapter)