Jinghua little cook

There was a mess of cups and saucers on the table, and Lu Xiling didn't want to bother with the dishes.

The moment she slumped on the chair, she had only one thought—unlock the kitchen appliance area quickly!Want a dishwasher!I want a robot vacuum!

Bean Sprout, who was sweeping the floor, turned around and said, "Why is there only half of the good ice cellar? Didn't I think about it day and night before?"

Lu Xiling didn't even look at her, just stared blankly at the sky, "Half an ice cellar is also an ice cellar, our small store doesn't need such a big ice cellar."

"Besides, when we become stronger and bigger in the future, there will naturally be a big ice cellar waiting for us."

The sound of sweeping the floor stopped abruptly, Bean Sprouts thought for a moment, and soon figured it out: With A Ling's ability, it only takes half a year to grow stronger and bigger!
Liang Chen, who washes the dishes, doesn't think so. Although he has only been in the capital for a short time, he has already done sufficient market research.

There are a total of 83 restaurants in the capital city, and [-] restaurants are distributed in the east and west downtown areas, among which they can be divided into three, six, and nine grades according to their size.

In this way, the restaurant is not a simple concept, but an advanced examination, similar to the imperial examination.

Big ice cellar is no longer a broad term, you know, the size of the restaurant determines the size of the ice cellar.

Liang Chen thought for Lu Xiling: "How big is the ice cellar that Sister Ah Ling wants in the future?"

Lu Xiling shook her head.

"How many ingredients should be placed?"

Lu Xiling still shook her head.

Liang Chen sighed, as if at this moment, there was an insurmountable gap between men of science and women of liberal arts.

Lu Xiling didn't care.

There is too much knowledge, but it is easy to think wildly. Before the road under your feet is well done, you start to think about your future business.

How good it is like bean sprouts. I am happy every day, with more hope, less disappointment, more contentment, and less concern.

"I have concerns too."

"Let's hear it?" Lu Xiling asked.

"I want to be full every day, and I want to sleep until I wake up naturally."

Lu Xiling smiled.

This wish is much more difficult than building a big restaurant.

Fearing that Liang Chen was about to speak out again, Lu Xiling waved her hands and told the young man to take a slice of fish. After a stick of incense, he will be assessed. If he fails the assessment, the money will be deducted.

Simple and crude.

The boy was immediately discouraged.

Lu Xiling lay on the rocking chair with her arms under her head, thinking about half of the ice cellar and half of the cellar under the second store.

It was difficult for Liu Qi to agree. After all, the drawings were given by the superiors. The so-called following the rules is equivalent to fulfilling the leadership's orders.

It is an illegal operation to modify the structure of the ice cellar without permission.

However, Lu Xiling is very eloquent because he can eat people with a short mouth. The two of them deliberated a lot and came up with two ways to get the best of both worlds.

Sign and draw.

With Lu Xiling's own contract in hand, Liu Qi can easily keep up with her superiors, and she can also get a cellar for nothing as she wished.

Speaking of the cellar, it is also useful.

The ice cellar is equivalent to freezing, and the cellar is equivalent to cold storage.

Dried mushrooms and dried vegetables in the autumn can be stored in it, which is very practical.

The most important thing is that she wants to make fish sauce!

When the fish soy sauce is fermented, it stinks, even if it is put in a jar with a tight cover, it will not be sealed.

With a cellar, it's different. It stinks, and when it doesn't stink, it will be done.

Lu Xiling narrowed her eyes happily.

After a few days, the approval came down, Liu Qi finished the ice cellar and started the finishing work - sealing the door and wall, completely isolating the ice cellar from the cellar.

On the other side, the reply to invite her to go to the mansion to cook vegetarian dishes also came back.

"Satisfied to the point of satisfaction, but my mother has never eaten our vegetarian food, so she thought of asking me to ask, what is hibiscus porridge, if it is a bland soup, I don't want it."

Lu Xiling always liked to joke with regular customers, and she was even more playful when chatting with this easy-talking young man.

Lu Xiling said: "You can change anything else, but if you don't eat lotus porridge, you will regret it."

"how do I say this?"

Lu Xiling curled her lips.

How to say this?
A bowl of "Meiling Congee" a day will give you a youthful look.

Furong porridge is just a name she made up!
Lu Xiling didn't talk about commercials but about curative effect: "Sir, don't look at the simple ingredients, but the effect is not simple. Drinking it can not only nourish the skin and moisten dryness, but also strengthen the spleen and stomach, and has the effect of prolonging life."

"My little girl will also put diced water chestnuts in it. The water chestnuts will quench thirst, heat up, and replenish qi. It is also suitable for Lingci's illness."

The person opposite chuckled, "Is there really a miraculous effect?"

"Of course I did. When did the shop beat you up?" Lu Xiling said, "At that time, you can let Ling Ci try it. If you really don't like it, forget it, and the little girl will give her a new one!"

"Then... let's try."

In the main courtyard of the Minister's Mansion.

The woman on the Babu bed was slender, with long hair hanging behind her back, tied gently with a smoky blue ribbon, looking from a distance like an ink painting that had just been painted.

Just a close look, the beautiful woman's face is haggard, her eyes are blue, and she is very haggard.

"Is this the lotus porridge?"

"Yes, what do you think of the taste?"

The porridge is white and thick, naturally sweet, and the strong bean aroma is mixed with the aroma of rice. When you smell it carefully, it seems to have the fragrance of yam and the honey aroma of rock sugar.

With a spoonful in the mouth, it is silky and fragrant, sweet and waxy and delicate, this taste...

Mrs. Song raised her hand and said proudly, "One more bowl!"

Song Hezhi was startled when he heard the words, and immediately got up and hurriedly filled another bowl for his mother who was on the sick bed.

While looking at the delicious food, she smiled and said: "The proprietress of this restaurant is really right, my daughter likes sweet things."

Mrs. Song gave someone an angry look: "What daughter's family, how old are your mother and I!"

It's a pity that I have a bowl in my hand, so I don't have time to clean up the brat.

She had rarely had an appetite for a few days.

"The radish soup is also delicious. Looking at the clear soup with little water, I didn't expect it to taste so good."

Mrs. Song drank and drank, as if she had noticed something.

"The taste is so familiar, as if I have eaten it somewhere."

"Aniang is confused, don't you always like to eat their fish raw?"

"You brat, you are so confused!" Mrs. Song drank two bowls of porridge, and showed off a bowl of carrot soup, her spirits improved a lot.

He has the strength to bicker with Song Hezhi.

"Can I still not know about her family's Yusheng? I mean, this vegetarian dish seems to have been eaten in a temple." Mrs. Song pointed to her son and asked: "Go and call that little lady, I will ask her two questions. words."

Of course he was happy to see his mother in full swing.

But this little temper can come when he says it.

Song Hezhi persuaded: "My good mother, you can recuperate in peace of mind, and let your son forget about it, and they still have to do business, and because you fell ill, tell me, did you do something wrong?"

Mrs. Song glared at him, and after a while she started working sullenly again.

Stare at him to swear his family status.

Dry rice is because the food is so delicious that she can't stop eating it!

"When your father comes back, tell your father that I will reward this proprietress well."