Farmhouse cooks have space

Chapter 397

Patriarch Zhou gave her a surprised look. She thought she would have to show off when she met her for the first time, but she didn't expect to be so calm.

It seems that I really can't see her as a child, and it's no wonder that the old fox, Steward Sun, suffers sometimes.

Then he said to Guanshi Sun: "In this case, you can go down and make arrangements."

"Okay, let's talk first." Steward Sun withdrew after finishing speaking, and then asked a young man to come in with a pot of tea, poured them each a cup of tea before putting down the pot and leaving.

He Miao took a sip from the teacup and said, "The taste is mellow, the color is clear, and the shape is good. This is the top-grade Longjing tea."

"Miss He knows tea?" Patriarch Zhou looked at her in surprise and asked.

If he remembered correctly, he had heard from Steward Sun that when he went to their house, she still served them with mint tea. How long has it been since she even learned how to taste tea.

"It's just superficial. You can only drink it well, and you won't understand if it's too deep." He Miao smiled and turned her head back.

"It's already amazing that you can understand these things at your young age."

"Patriarch Zhou congratulates you." After He Miao finished speaking, she took a sip of tea. Not to mention that this was her first serious tea tasting since she came here, it really tasted very good.

He Yuchun looked at her unhurried look, and after a moment of stunned, he quickly understood her purpose. Then he pursed his lips and smiled, then nodded to Patriarch Zhou and Young Master Friday, and then bowed his head and savored slowly. Tea is served.

Seeing this, Patriarch Zhou and his son also sipped tea.

He Miao had no intention of opening her mouth until the dishes were served, because she was really not in a hurry after solving Qin Wenyao's matter, so she had to suppress their arrogance so that she wouldn't be too nervous when they cooperated. passive.

Seeing this, Patriarch Zhou's eyes were a little more interested and cautious, and then he looked at Mr. Wu.

Now he can only take the initiative to open the mouth. If there is anything wrong in the next negotiation, he can also take care of it behind.

This He Miao just pretended not to know, and said to the cold salad on the table: "This season, the cold salad will be a bit cold to eat.

It can be changed to shredded pork or fried shrimp, so that the price can be sold and it can be eaten comfortably. "

"How to fry."

"It's very simple, stir-fry shredded pork or shrimp with scallion and ginger, then cut the cucumber and put it in for a little heating, then pour in the peeled skin, and then it can be out of the pan after it's hot.

Of course, chefs can also have other methods, depending on the understanding of each person, but it is not easy to make it too oily or fry it for too long, otherwise it will lose the freshness. "

"Do you understand, let the chef fry up a serving immediately." Mr. Wu hurriedly said to the boy next to him.

"Yes, fifth young master." The little guy responded, and hurriedly walked out muttering.

At this time, Mr. Wu also found a chance to speak, because he asked directly: "I don't know if the vermicelli you mentioned can also be fried and eaten like this."

"Of course, they are all made of the same thing, but the noodles are more elastic and harder. If you want to fry them, you have to soak them thoroughly in warm water to soften them."

"I see." Mr. Friday nodded.

Then he said: "Speaking of this vermicelli, my father means that he wants to buy Fangzi directly, not just what you want."

"No problem, didn't I say it before, if you buy the recipe directly, I can give you some recipes for vermicelli."

(End of this chapter)