Lady, your space is blown up

Chapter 172

After Su Liuer cooked the dishes, Jing Qingrong tasted them first, and praised him all the time. Su Liuer felt that he was too exaggerated.

"It's almost done, you can't believe that there is nothing in the sky and nothing on the earth." Su Liuer reminded.

Her cooking skills are better than the average person's, but a gentleman like Jing Qingrong has never eaten anything delicious, so she is still very self-aware.

Jing Qingrong put down the bowls and chopsticks, and said seriously: "No matter how delicious the dishes made by others are, they are made by others. How can they be better than yours? You are my friend, so you are naturally different."

Su Liuer was amused by him, God is really unfair, she looks so good-looking and can talk so well.

Much better than some good looking but moody guy.

Lao Zhou and the others didn't go packing so quickly, so Su Liuer talked to Jing Qingrong about the business.

"Do you have a way to get a lot of fire salt?" Fire salt is saltpeter, which can be used to make ice. With ice, she can use the icicle powder without icicles. It will be feasible to open more shops in the future. .

Su Liu'er has already confirmed that there is saltpeter in circulation in this world, but this thing is expensive and controlled by the government. She has no power and power, and she can't get enough ice to make it.

"What are you doing with this thing? Do you want to start a fireworks business?" Jing Qingrong was at a loss. How could he suddenly want to start a fireworks business while doing food business?

Su Liu'er didn't answer, but said: "Tell me first if you can get it."

"Yes, my family has a fireworks business, but it's not near here, and it will take a few days to transport them here."

"Then get someone to bring a batch over first, and then you'll know what I'm going to do, so keep it secret for now."

It's not that Su Liu'er is pretending to be mysterious, but she has to try it herself to know if it works. After all, she knows that saltpeter can be used to make ice, but she hasn't tried it herself.

She didn't want the cowhide to be blown out, but if it didn't succeed then, it would be a slap in the face.

Su Liuer and Jing Qingrong talked about how much to bring over, and he gave orders after Lao Zhou came back.

Da Dali and Xiaoli were really not polite to Jing Qingrong at all, they only ordered hard dishes.

"Boss, your ginger duck has become the restaurant's signature dish. You are really willing to sell such a good recipe to the restaurant at such a cheap price." Ying Li had a heartache on his face, as if he had lost his money.

"It's just one dish. If we like it, we can cook it once or twice a month. It's not difficult to make."

Ying Li was overjoyed, and said with bright eyes, "Boss, are you doing it yourself?"

Su Liuer nodded, and said bluntly, "That's right, what I do is no worse than a restaurant."

"That's for sure! Boss's cooking must be better and more delicious!" Ying Li flattered loudly.

Jing Qingrong also joined in the fun and said, "You must remember to call me when the time comes."

Qingfeng and Lao Zhou didn't sit down to eat together. For these two, Jing Qingrong was the master and they were servants, so naturally they couldn't eat at the same table.

There is no such thing as equality for everyone in this world, there is only an extremely strict hierarchy, if Su Liuer forces these two people to sit down and eat together, it may cause them indigestion.

But in fact, even if Lao Zhou didn't sit down to eat together, he hasn't eaten anything yet, and he already feels uncomfortable like a stick in his throat.

His mind is now full of the note sent to him by his wife before he came out this time.

If you can't make it, you can't stay.

The note had been destroyed by him long ago, but these six words had already been imprinted on his heart, and he never dared to forget them.

(End of this chapter)