Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Fang Xing took his family up after waiting for a vacancy on the second floor. Chinese

The big boss's family came, and the cooks immediately used twelve percent of their skills. The guy who delivered the dishes was holding the wooden tray, and the smell made people's stomach rumbling.

"Who ordered the dishes? How come there are dishes that are not on the menu?"

A potbellied businessman sniffed the scent, and asked uncomfortably.

Little Er holding the wooden tray, he kept responding under his feet: "The guest officer has thought about it a lot, this is our owner's own food, but it's just used for processing."

Precious ingredients are rare, and of course they have to be used on the blade.

"Does your boss still come here to eat?"

The merchant entered his room angrily, then greeted Xiao Er loudly, and ordered more than ten of the most expensive dishes, but they were just three of them.

"The stench of copper covers the aroma of the food, Brother Weizhe, do you still have an appetite?"

Yang Rong heard the businessman's shouts of wealth, so he frowned, stopped his chopsticks, and looked at Xia Yuanji who was eating Zhengxiang opposite.

"Fang Xing, this person is a bit tricky, this meal really makes me worthwhile trip!"

Xia Yuanji wiped his mouth, then picked up the wine glass and said, "Mianren, this is not a royal banquet. Besides, it makes sense for rich people to have louder voices. They are as shy as I am, so I have to keep silent!"

As long as Xia Yuanji had a chance to meet in the upper court during this period, he would definitely cry out for a while, making Zhu Di a black face and helplessness on it.

Yang Rong toasted and touched him lightly, and said with a smile: "You dare to say poor? Even your Majesty has been hiding from you recently!"

Xia Yuanji took a sip of wine and sighed: "Fang Xing is so talented, but it's a pity that he can't enter the court. It's a pity for your majesty to use it!"

Yang Rong had a different view on this, he said slowly: "With him, the emperor grandson is much better."

Xia Yuanji covered his forehead and said, "Yes, this year, the emperor's grandson has improved a lot in the views of court affairs, and sometimes what he said is thought-provoking, and the old man is also quite surprised!"

The two were talking about Fang Xing, but they heard someone shouting outside: "There is an earth dragon in this dish! Xiao Er, Xiao Er, call your boss to come!"

"Earthworm?"

Fang Xing's family of three was eating very well. Hearing the sound, he frowned and stood up and said, "You eat first, I'll go and see."

When I reached a room on the second floor, I saw a circle of people outside.

It's not too big to see the excitement, these diners are all talking one after another.

"This earth dragon is here, when will there be a bug?"

"It's disgusting to think about it! First, let's see how the store handles it. If you want to perfuse it, you can't do it!"

"Yes! At least I can't charge for this meal today!"

"Don't tell me, this earth dragon is a good medicinal material, which can help meridians and collaterals, activate blood and remove blood stasis, what a pity!"

What this person said was disgusting, and the people beside them all urged: "Seeing that you have such an appetite, how about you go and eat that earth dragon?"

This person coughed dryly: "You can't talk nonsense, and you can't take medicines indiscriminately!"

Fang Eleven should come first and shouted: "Everyone, let us, let us, our boss is here."

"Yo! The boss is here, it's really lively."

Fang Xing arched his hands towards the surroundings, then walked in from the middle, and saw a man in official clothes sitting inside, with three dishes on the table.

At this time, the three dishes were messed up by people, and they couldn't be seen at all.

The man sat on the chair and sneered when he saw Fang wake up.

"Are you the owner of No.1 Fresh?"

Fang Eleven moved a chair over, Fang Xing Dama Jindao sat down, then stared at the man and said, "It's me, but where is the earth dragon that the adults are talking about?"

The man pointed to the plate of braised mutton and said, "See it for yourself!"

Fang Xing leaned forward and saw that a brown earthworm was lying on the plate, most of which was covered with soup, it looked like...an roundworm.

"Ha ha!"

Fang Xing looked at the man with interest and said, "I don't know that the earth dragon burned with mutton can still maintain such a complete shape. It seems that my cook is really amazing!"

Turning around, Fang Xing said to the other party eleven: "Let Bao Xinman talk about it, and ask him how he can cook the mutton thoroughly, but the earth dragon looks like a live one. This is the pressure of our first freshman since then. Box craftsmanship is not allowed to be spread! Violators...punish him to eat mutton."

"Yes, master!"

Fang Eleven sternly agreed, very solemnly.

"This earth dragon is still alive?"

If you have something good, come in a few steps and take a look, and then sigh: "This cook's craftsmanship is superb. It's really amazing."

By this time, everyone knew that this was something weird, so after watching the excitement, they were a little worried that this delicious restaurant would be shut down.

The man did not panic after being exposed, but calmly said: "The official is inaugurated in Guanglu Temple, so let's disperse the idlers and others!"

This is putting out the official air, and the people watching the excitement are a little scared, and they have scattered.

There are only two middle-aged men who are drinking in the next room and listening to the movement here, and they laugh and chat from time to time.

When the people were gone, the man saw Fang Xing's calm appearance, and said: "The official Guanglu Temple Department Chief Xie Wentong."

After speaking, the man sat firmly, thinking that Fang Xing should get up and salute in horror.

But Fang Xing rubbed his ears and said faintly, "Can Guanglu Temple be kidnapped outside?"

"Bold!"

Xie Wentong was furious and remembered what the boss had said before.

"A small restaurant, frighten him, then let him explain the craftsmanship."

After calming down, Xie Wentong calmed down his tone and said: "My Guanglu Temple is responsible for the meals in the palace. The first fresh craftsmanship is good, but it is only for the common people. This is probably against the way of respecting the emperor..."

Fang Xing sat there and slowly said, "I don't understand what the lord means, please let me know."

Xie Wentong’s face was a bit contemptuous. He felt that this kind of guy with the smell of copper all over his body was really insulting and gentle, but the task had to be completed, so he reluctantly said: "My Guanglu Temple can be the first freshman. , Your cook has to give it all."

After speaking, he saw Fang Xing's expressionless face ~www.readwn.com~ and thought this guy was frightened, and immediately remembered the benefits he would get after returning home.

"But it doesn't work!"

Zhengmei Xie Wentong was furious when he heard the words, and shouted: "How can't it? I think you are a spoiler! Don't you know what the truth is unless you get to the Yamen? Huh?"

"What's wrong with your nose?"

Xie Wentong flushed with anger at these words and got up to scold him.

Tian is pitiful, Fang Xing only heard the babble of rhinitis patients from this light hum full of official power, and then blurted out.

The heart of the healer's parents!

After complimenting himself, Fang Xing chuckled lightly: "The food in the palace has a strong taste, Master Xie, are you sure you came here for your majesty's meal?"

Boom!

These words were like a thunderstorm, which caused Xie Wentong to be confused by the explosion. (To be continued.)