Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 102 A Foodie 1
Borrowing the kitchen of other people's restaurants, vegetables, fruits, chicken, mutton and fish are all available.

Meng Baiyun rolled up his sleeves and moved swiftly.

Classic steamed fish in Cantonese cuisine, Dongpo pork in Zhejiang cuisine, Sixi meatballs in Shandong cuisine, and a golden egg fried rice.

These are her specialties.

Especially for Dongpo meat, she went to an authentic Zhejiang restaurant, begged the chef, bought cigarettes and alcohol, and bought gifts for the children. They were moved by her sincerity, so she taught her.

It is quite time-consuming and labor-intensive to make, but the taste is absolutely amazing, the best in the world.

She has a deep attachment to this dish, because it is the only dish his picky father eats in restaurants, full of praise.

It's a pity that before she learned how to make it for her father, her father passed away.

This is also a pity for her, so that every time colleagues come to the house for a meal, she must make this dish.

It seems that if you do it once, you will think about your father more.

Three dishes and one meal were served on the table.

Seeing Weng Junsheng's surprised look, she was very proud and looked forward to it.

"Try it."

"Are you sure you did it?"

He seemed to despise her.

Meng Baiyun snorted and said, "The cook in your house is considered top-notch. He can cook this kind of dish. If nothing else, what is it? Have you tried it?"

Egg fried rice, this thing and hot pot, simple delicacies that are popularized in the streets and alleys in modern times, do not exist in this era.

Yes, it doesn't exist, it's just so incredible.

Weng Junsheng looked at the grains of golden rice, like eggs and rice, but he was not sure.

There are also shrimps, green beans, and corn in it, so he can't tell whether it's rice or vegetables.

Seeing him frowning and studying by himself, Meng Baiyun scooped up a large spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth when he was not prepared.

Weng Junsheng was frightened and wanted to vomit, but his expression became more and more surprised.

Delicious, sweet and tender green beans and corn, slightly crispy and sweet rice, fresh and delicious shrimp.

This is an unprecedented gourmet experience, where seemingly simple ingredients collide with unexpected delicacy.

"What's this called?"

"Egg fried rice."

"The name is so simple?"

"It's a simple thing, why is the name so complicated, you try this, it's complicated to make, and the name is also complicated, Dongpo Meat."

Su Dongpo does not exist in this time and space, but Meng Baiyun has no intention of changing his name.

Weng Junsheng has already been impressed by the pot of egg grass rice, and has long been eager to try other dishes.

As soon as he tried it, his expression became more and more exaggerated.

"It's delicious, the meat is fat but not greasy, it melts in your mouth, and the sauce is extremely delicious, how do you do it?"

"Hee hee, this is a secret. I will be down and out in the future, but I still rely on this craft to make a living. Tell you that you opened a restaurant before me. Wouldn't it be a big loss for me? Otherwise, if you call me Master, I can teach you."

She had an unscrupulous smile on her face, and Weng Junsheng knew that she was deliberately teasing him.

But he didn't feel annoyed at all in his heart. Food really has a powerful healing ability, and it can make one person feel good about another person who hates it inexplicably.

"What are these two?"

“Steamed grouper, my personal favourite.”

"What about this?"

"Sixi balls."

"It's a good name, it's pleasing."

Meng Baiyun said with a smile: "Actually, there is another name, called lion head, but Sixi meatballs are limited to four meatballs, implying blessing, wealth, longevity and joy. It is very auspicious. I am hungry after seeing it. Let's eat."

(End of this chapter)