The cooking color is delicious, general, don't bite me

Chapter 3

They said it was a way to make money, but they wanted to go to the city to find restaurants to sell recipes, because Meng Fuling discovered that many modern dishes were not available in this dynasty.

She has just arrived, and she will earn some living expenses by selling recipes for the time being, and then find a long-term way to make money.

Meng Fuling wanted to go to the city alone, but Xue was worried and insisted on going with her.

The mother and daughter have no money on them, so they can't take a bullock cart, so they can only rely on walking.

The road is long, and although the mountain road is not difficult to walk, Meng Fuling's body is not in good shape, and she is out of breath after walking too far, and Xue is also sweating profusely.

"Fu Ling, Auntie!" Suddenly someone called them from behind, and when they turned around, it turned out to be Lian Dahui.

"Are you going into the city?" Lian Dahui asked as he drove the ox cart to them.

Even Dahui was the husband of the original owner's only friend, Li Shanhu, so Meng Fuling greeted with a smile: "Yes, brother Dahui, you want to go to the city too?"

"I hunted some prey yesterday, no, I have to sell it in the city. Come up quickly, I'll take you there." Lian Dahui smiled naively, inviting them to get in the car.

"No, don't bother Dahui!" Xue waved her hands hastily, she was used to the cold eyes of the villagers, and she didn't dare to accept other people's kindness.

"Mother, brother Dahui also had good intentions, and besides, he was on the way." Knowing that Lian Dahui was honest and honest, Meng Fuling did not refuse.

"That's right, auntie, don't be polite to me." Lian Dahui nodded in agreement.

Xue Shi thought of the relationship between her daughter and Li Shanhu, so she was no longer polite.

After entering the city, they agreed to meet at the gate of the city in half an hour, and each went about his own business.

Except for the memory of the original owner, this is the first time for Meng Fuling to be in an ancient market. The streets are covered with bluestone pavement, the roadsides are full of green tiles and red walls, and the flags of the shops are flying high above the shops. Cars and horses come and go slowly. , There is an endless stream of pedestrians.

Meng Fuling was always surprised when she saw everything, so she looked around, but fortunately she didn't forget the business, she chose a restaurant with a decent appearance, and was about to go in, when she was stopped by Mrs. Xue.

"Fu Ling, let's not go in." Seeing that the diners coming and going were rich people in luxurious clothes, and then looking down at her and Meng Fu Ling's clothes that were washed white and full of patches, her heart pounded.

"Mother, you have to trust me." Meng Fuling patted Xue Shi's hand to comfort her, then walked inside.

As soon as the waiter saw Meng Fuling's outfits, he didn't even give him a chance to speak, so he looked disgusted, like swatting away flies: "Bah! Where are you beggars, get away!"

Meng Fuling's expression didn't change, and she didn't say anything. She just glanced at the plaque with the inscription 'Fortune Restaurant', and a chill flashed in her eyes.

He dragged Mrs. Xue away for a while, and finally stopped at a restaurant with a larger facade and more luxurious decoration than the Fortune Restaurant.

Although the mistress of this family frowned, knowing that they couldn't be here for dinner, she went up to ask them why they came.

"Second brother, is the shopkeeper here? I have a business to discuss with him." Meng Fuling ignored Xiao Er's impatience and smiled.

"Hurry up and leave! Our shopkeeper is busy, so we don't have time to see you." Xiaoer heard that he was going to talk to their shopkeeper about business, so he looked Meng Fuling from head to toe with contemptuous eyes.

Meng Fuling knew that most people in the world were snobbish, and it was a good thing that this little girl didn't drive them away like beggars like that one.

"Little brother, can you be the master of the shopkeeper? You pushed the door-to-door business out without asking the shopkeeper for instructions. If you lose a way to get rich because of this, can you afford the consequences?" Meng Fuling greeted Xiaoer's words calmly. Looking at it, he said with a half-smile.

Meng Fuling's words made Xiao Er hesitate, and thought for a while, "Then wait a moment, I'll ask the shopkeeper for instructions."

Finding an empty table, Meng Fuling pulled the restless Xue to a chair beside her, with a relaxed attitude, ignoring the strange eyes cast around her.

Little did they know that in a Tianzihao room on the second floor, a man in Chinese clothes was swaying the fine wine in his glass, looking at her with interest through the open window.

People who practice martial arts have excellent hearing, even if they are far away, the man still hears the conversation between her and Xiao Er.

Curling the corners of his lips, he ordered the servant beside him to convey his intentions to the shopkeeper.

And here, Xiao Er explained the situation to the shopkeeper, but the shopkeeper didn't take it seriously, thinking what kind of business could a village woman in the mountains talk to him about?
Just as he wanted Xiaoer to dismiss him, the man's servant came over and whispered something to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper secretly exclaimed that it was fortunate that he hadn't sent him away, and hurried out to see Meng Fuling.

"Little lady, I heard that you want to discuss business with this old man?" The shopkeeper is no doubt a businessman, so he already put on a friendly smile.

Meng Fuling didn't know it, and thought that the shopkeeper was a good person, and she would not look down on her because of her attire, so she bowed like the ancients: "Exactly, can you speak a little bit?"

The shopkeeper nodded, invited them to the side room, and asked: "Little lady, what business do you want to talk about?"

"I have a few eggplant recipes." Meng Fuling knew that there were eggplants here, but most people didn't know how to make them delicious. They were just for frying.

"Eggplant?" The shopkeeper's eyes lit up when he heard the eggplant. He had thought about making other tricks with the eggplant, but the cooks in the store came up with dishes other than stir-frying or stewing, which was nothing new.

"Yes, I can make a series of dishes with eggplant. If you trust me, the shopkeeper, you can lend me the kitchen. I'll make it for you to try." Meng Fuling did not miss the shopkeeper's reaction, and said unhurriedly.

The shopkeeper didn't hesitate, and took Meng Fuling to the kitchen himself.

The back kitchen of the restaurant is very big, there are several chefs cooking, and a few young men doing odd jobs.

"You can use it as you like." After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he didn't intend to leave.

Meng Fuling took a look and walked to a small pot, "Okay, give me a little time."

Xue was very nervous, and secretly pulled Meng Fuling's sleeve, "Fuling, let's go, what if we can't do it?"

She thinks that her daughter's cooking skills are not as good as hers, and she must not be able to cook delicious dishes, but she doesn't know that her daughter's body has changed its core.

"Who says I can't do it? Mother, you just need to watch." Meng Fuling started to get busy while talking.

Xue couldn't persuade Meng Fuling, so she had to help light the fire.

Meng Fuling planned to make a braised eggplant first. She quickly washed the eggplant, cut it into pieces with a hob, sprinkled it evenly with salt to marinate, and chopped green peppers, pork and other condiments.

When the pan was hot, pour in an appropriate amount of oil, and after the garlic cloves were bursting with aroma, Meng Fuling put in the marinated eggplant, and when the eggplant was fried until it changed color and softened, she asked Mrs. Xue to add more fire, "Mother, turn around!" Big fire!"

"Oh, good!" Mrs. Xue was shocked by Meng Fuling's demeanor that was not inferior to the chefs present. How could she hear what Meng Fuling was talking about?Hastily pulled out a piece of firewood from the stove.

(End of this chapter)