Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 425
Zhao Han is the second son of Prince Xincheng.

Wang Guoguo is the second daughter of the prime minister's family.

Both of them came from noble families, Wang Guoguo was fine, although life in the Prime Minister's Mansion was rich, but Prime Minister Wang was frugal, and she spent only ordinary time on snacks and clothes.

Zhao Han is different. He is the youngest son, but not the eldest son. He is deeply loved by his parents. No matter how frugal the family is, it cannot be surpassed by him. He has eaten all kinds of delicacies since he was a child, but he has a good tongue , whenever the food at home tastes a little bit wrong, he will be cold for a long time, and later he develops a poisonous tongue, and if something doesn't go well, he will bury the cook at home so that he can't wait to throw himself into the well immediately.

In the past two years, the husband and wife liked to go out for food, and used his poisonous tongue in restaurants outside, which made the cooks at home very relieved.

Zhao Han and Wang Guoguo are now well-known figures in the Qinxing circle in the capital. The couple are very picky. The ingredients are expensive. They think that people's craftsmanship is not good enough, and they can't even bring out the taste of the ingredients themselves. The ingredients are more ordinary, and they dislike the cook. Cut corners, just to save money, not for the diners at all.

"..."

However, both the husband and wife have a keen tongue, even if it is a poisonous tongue, but they always have something to say, which makes it impossible to refute.

When the old dog saw the two people enter the door, he couldn't help frowning, and turned his head to wink at Qiu Li.

Qiuli: "??"

She shrugged, walked over to warm the cups for Zhao Han and Wang Guoguo, and poured tea for them.

Old Dog: "..."

He wanted Qiuli to tell the little lady that Chef Xie brought two difficult guests for them, or he wanted to have an idea to invite them out in a 'polite' manner.

Wouldn't it be annoying for someone to mess up the little lady's good banquet?

Zhao Han saw that although the waiter here was a woman, he was quick and careful in handling things, so he nodded his head: "Even if this dish is not delicious, at least it is clean..."

While talking, Cherry brought people over, carrying a row of stewing pots.

Compared with the ones commonly used in restaurants in the capital, the stew pot has an extra layer of shelves on the outside, and a small charcoal stove underneath. I don't know what kind of charcoal the charcoal stove uses. There is no smoke, but it has a faint fragrance.

Zhao Han smiled disapprovingly: "I'm used to working hard on these details."

He didn't take it seriously at all.

When it comes to ingredients such as sea cucumber and abalone, his cook is the best cook, even the imperial chef is far behind his cook.

His father doesn't like any other food, except for good seafood, precious ingredients that are hard to find elsewhere in the capital, and their kitchen cooks them every day.

The so-called practice makes perfect, a cook who has never seen such ingredients a few times can't be compared with a cook who cooks all day.

Qiu Li and the others placed the stewing pots on the guests' tables one by one. There were six stewing pots that came out first, and Doctor Ye sat at the front. I've been waiting, hehe, this free meal is delicious!"

As soon as the lid was lifted, the breeze blew, and the rich fragrance scattered, and the whole garden fell silent in an instant, and there was no sound.

After a long while, the diners were in an uproar: "My God! This, why is this so delicious?"

Zhao Han also stood up abruptly, his nose twitched, his head was dizzy, his saliva was flooding, and he didn't even dare to speak, for fear that if he opened his mouth, the saliva would flow into a river.

Qiu Li smiled lightly: "This dish is 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall', the only dish on today's banquet, the rest are staple food and desserts, please enjoy it slowly."

If at any other time, one dish was served at a table, even if it was a big dish, the old gourmets present would be ashamed to death.

But at this moment, no one was in the mood to pay attention to Qiu Li, but all the stewing pots on the table had blue eyes shining, and they couldn't wait to open the lid, and scooped out a spoonful of thickened meat. Soup in the mouth.

"Well!"

The delicious, thick soup rolled on the tip of the tongue, it was extremely hot, but no one was willing to open their mouths, allowing the fresh air to roll down the throat to the stomach, and then rushed straight to the top of the head, several diners slapped their faces His face was red, his eyes were distracted, tears were rolling down his face, but there was a bright smile on the corner of his mouth. This appearance of crying and laughing was almost crazy.

Fortunately, the law does not blame the crowd, and even the most reserved guests unbuttoned their collars, blushing from eating.

Zhao Han slapped the table violently, his cheeks flushed with anger, and he said loudly, "Where's my dish? What kind of Buddha jumps over the wall is my dish? Why isn't there mine?"

Old Dog: "..."

Qiu Li was obviously used to this situation, and quickly comforted her: "Please wait a moment, the guests will be ready soon."

Zhao Han snorted, sat down and squeezed his chopsticks, looked helplessly at the guests at the next table eating, with a particularly happy smile on his face, opened his mouth, but didn't scold anyone, just said: "Then hurry up!" ,this is not……"

You can smell it, but you can't eat it. This is not torture!

Zhao Han could only pour himself a cup of tea, and ate a piece of ordinary-looking pea yellow along the way.

"Hey, this tea is not bad."

When he came in and saw the tea, he didn't even look at it, but after all, this is a restaurant, not a place that sells tea, so he didn't say much.

Zhao Han's temper is a bit weird, he eats when he eats, and drinks tea when he drinks tea. When he goes to a tea house, he doesn't criticize the food, and when he goes to a restaurant, he doesn't say that the tea is too bad.

However, he didn't intend to touch his lips with this tea.

At this time, he unconsciously took a sip, but Zhao Han stretched his eyebrows and praised: "At this moment and in this situation, we really should drink such plain tea."

But if the smell of tea is muddy, it may stain the tongue and affect the taste of the delicious dishes.

Right now, this tea is just right.

The diners at other tables couldn't help nodding their heads in praise.

"Eat a few mouthfuls of soup, rinse your mouth with this tea, and use it again, the taste is very different, each has its own deliciousness!"

Doctor Ye nodded again and again, and laughed loudly, "Sure enough, this one dish is enough. One dish can taste hundreds of flavors, so why do you need more?"

The diners were amazed for a while.

Boss Xin and the proprietress of the tea house came to help early this morning, and they prepared the tea and snacks on the tables of the diners.

Although they have prepared refreshments as much as possible, they are still uneasy, and the little lady refuses to let them go to fruit shops or other places to seek help from others, so they can only watch in fear. Boss Xin planned to scold them if diners If it's too bad, they will go out to let the diners vent their anger, and don't blame the little lady. As for their husband and wife, they have thick skins and are not afraid of scolding.

Unexpectedly, the tea in their family has never been sold at a high price, and no one likes to drink it. One day, diners will even boast about it!
(End of this chapter)