Spring is coming

"Brother Dawei?!" Mo Ying was a little surprised, "Why are you here too?"

"Yesterday I heard that Sister Jingchun's store opened today, and she's from the same village. I'd like to say congratulations too, haha."

Fang Dawei smiled, holding something wrapped in oil paper in his other hand.

"A little thought is nothing valuable."

"Yeah, brown sugar?"

Isn’t brown sugar expensive?
Mo Jingchun thanked him profusely and invited the people in.

"It doesn't get in the way, I can sit wherever I want."

"Hey, then you can eat with our family?"

Mo Ying didn't think much about it and invited him casually, but Mo Jingchun saw the other person's eyes light up instantly.

"Really? That's great!"

A table for four is just right.

During this period, Ms. Li asked him with a smile how old he was and whether he was ever married.
Mo Ying didn't expect that Mrs. Li would have to interrogate her even if she had a meal with him. She blushed and tried her best to pick up dishes for Mrs. Li.

All this was observed by Mo Jingchun who was secretly observing.

It seems that this is the man's love for his concubine, and this is unintentional.

She pursed her lips and smiled, just in time to make a snack with the brown sugar sent by Fang Dawei and give one to each table.

Thanks to the popularity of the previous braised pork stall, three or four tables of customers came to her "Xiang Qing Huan" on the first day it opened.

Some people passing by were curious and watching outside.

I never noticed it before. Isn't this a peanut and melon seed shop?When did it become a hotel?

People who were watching with this mentality saw more and more people in the store, and they all looked very familiar with the shopkeeper. They began to wonder where this store had been opened before, and how could it have so many repeat customers?
Ma Benyong lives nearby, and basically everyone around him knows him.There is no other reason, because he is the number one idler on this street. He relies on some inheritance at home and does not want to think about the business in the shop all day long. He just likes to wander around the street.

When I was tired, I found a small shop and sat down to eat and drink. After living for most of my life, my mouth became more and more picky, and I actually got the title of "Gourmet".

Some new teahouses and restaurants who want to make a name for themselves will pay him to come to the market and comment in public.

Diners also like to see it, because he doesn't just praise it after receiving money. If it is not done well, he will still batch it in batches.

Just like this, he saw a new foot shop called Xiang Qing Huan opened next to his home. He happened to be hungry again, so he walked in without hesitation.

The onlookers all knew him, and now they were even more interested in watching the excitement and were unwilling to leave. They simply gathered around the door to see what he had to say.

If it's really delicious, then there's no harm in coming here more often.

"The shopkeeper!" Ma Benyong narrowed his eyes and shouted loudly, his long beard almost dragging to the table.

He knew that people outside were looking at him, and sometimes he would deliberately pretend to shout at the waiter to amuse the onlookers.

"I am the shopkeeper. Sir, what do you want?"

Mo Jingchun heard the sound and walked out of the kitchen.

"Are you the shopkeeper?" Ma Benyong narrowed his eyes even smaller, "Then... call your chef over!"

Asking him to embarrass a little baby, isn't this too cruel!
Uh……

"I'm the cook."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Jingchun heard Ma Benyong curse in a low voice, and then asked her fiercely:
"Little girl, are you ten years old?"

"...Sir, you are here for dinner. This has nothing to do with my age, right?"

"Hey! Did everyone hear this? This tone!" He pointed at Mo Jingchun in a strange voice and winked at the audience outside.

Mo Jingchun was so frightened that he took two steps back and bumped into the table in the row behind him.

Mo Ying stopped eating and stood up and looked over. Fang Dawei also stopped eating.

They didn't know Ma Benyong and thought he was here to cause trouble.

Seeing their scared expressions, Ma Benyong suddenly smiled and said, "Don't you know me?"

"I don't know." Mo Jingchun shook his head honestly.

"Hahahaha... Okay, okay, finally here comes someone who doesn't know me, Lao Ma, so let Lao Ma see the skills you, a girl, have!"

He patted the table and read to the menu on the wall: "First, give me a stewed chicken, a steamed fish, a basil vegetable...a spicy stir-fried winter bamboo shoots, and then a bowl of fragrant rice!"

One person ordered four dishes, and Mo Jingchun couldn't help but remind him: "Is it too much?"

"Not too much, not too much, I can still finish it even if I order four more dishes! I'm afraid your little girl will cook it too badly!"

……

This man is really strange.

Mo Jingchun had no choice but to go to the kitchen and cook it for him.

While chopping vegetables in the back kitchen, I could still hear his voice mumbling in front of me: "Enjoy the pleasure, enjoy the pleasure. The best thing in the world is pleasure, but I'm afraid I can't enjoy it!"

whatever!He only needs to prepare his own food. Whether it tastes good or not, he will know later when he eats it!
What should Mo He do if he is worried that he will talk nonsense after eating and make the things in their store worthless?
"The aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley. Besides, if this person is really that shameless and just wants to blackmail us for money, do we have to pay him back every time he comes? Don't worry, my sister-in-law, other customers in the store It’s still here, they have mouths to taste whether it tastes good or not.”

Mo Jingchun safely brought up the dishes one after another and delivered them to his table personally.

"Well, it looks good and smells good. There's nothing wrong with the color and smell."

The red and green colors are really beautiful to look at. Ma Benyong closed his eyes and smelled it before eating. This was one of his habits.

The spectators were used to it and did not rush him.

"Okay, okay, let me try this steamed fish first!"

The curiosity of the onlookers was piqued. A few days ago, Ma Benyong found fault with the steamed fish in another newly opened restaurant: the fish had a strong earthy smell, too much soy sauce was added, and the fish scales were not scraped clean...

I wonder if this company will be scolded?

After all, the chef is a girl who is only ten years old, and the chef of that restaurant is a man over thirty years old!
"Well……"

Ma Benyong's first chopstick reached into the belly of the fish and put it into his mouth. A satisfied smile gradually appeared on his face as he chewed. .

"Eh? Did Lao Ma laugh?"

"Isn't this a good meal?"

"Probably, last time he vomited it all before chewing twice!"

There was a lot of discussion outside, and the second chopstick Ma Benyong picked up explained everything.

"The smell of fish, the smell of soybean oil, the smell of green onions..." Ma Benyong was quite satisfied and went to taste the next dish with a cheerful face, "Your fish is pretty good, let me try the stewed chicken!"

"Did you put rock sugar in this chicken?"

He stared at Mo Jingchun with all his eyes.

Mo Jingchun was surprised. She only put in a few small pieces, but this person could eat them?
"Haha, there is a layer of grease on the chicken with rock sugar. And you stewed the chicken over a slow fire, with wine in it and not a drop of water, right?"

After Mo Jingchun nodded, he showed a real expression: "Look, nothing can escape my old horse's tongue!"