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Chapter 58 Writing the Eight Major Recipes

He stared at Song Yihuan and frowned and asked, "Do you have a recipe? Where did you get it?"

"I won't tell you!" Song Yihuan stood up, clapped her hands, and walked to the table not far away.

She glanced at the rice paper that had been laid out before, stretched out her hands and rolled up her sleeves to grind it.

She was not whimsical, since she arrived in Youzhou City, she has been thinking about how to make money.

After much deliberation, she felt that it would be more appropriate to open a restaurant. As for other ways to make money in her mind, it will be discussed later.

Opening a restaurant is the easiest for her right now, she doesn't need to do it herself, all she needs is to find the shopkeeper, the accountant, the cook, the waiter, the location of the restaurant, and the money in place.

After all, she really has recipes, which are Cantonese cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, Huaiyang cuisine, Zhejiang cuisine, Fujian cuisine, Hunan cuisine, and Anhui cuisine.

She can guarantee that if the restaurant opens, it will be the only one in the world.

There are countless modern delicacies, and all of them are gathered together, so you don't have to worry about business failure.

Song Nuoyan saw her walking to the table to grind, and it looked like she was about to write, so he got up and walked over.

When he approached, Song Yihuan had already dipped his pen in ink and was writing on the rice paper.

Song Nuoyan was at the side, looking at the small script of hairpin flowers gradually appearing on the rice paper.

Sixi meatballs, the meat filling in the front groove of the pig is seven thin and three fat, the meat filling is beaten in water, humidified and mixed with flour, add onion, ginger, garlic, and then salt, stir in one direction and squeeze out big balls with hands.

Put [-]% of the oil in the pot, put it in the pot at a low heat, fry it on low heat, remove it when it is cooked, put it in a soup plate and add an appropriate amount of water...

Stewed chicken, chopped chicken legs, washed, prepared mushrooms, peppers, ginger and garlic, sliced ​​shiitake mushrooms, and diced peppers.

Heat oil in a pan, add sugar, and when the sugar melts, add chicken, stir-fry, ginger, garlic, and chili, and then add mushroom slices.

Finally, pour in clean water, bring to a boil over high heat, simmer for a while on low heat, add appropriate amount of salt and seasoning, collect the juice and remove from the pot.

Song Nuoyan stood aside and looked at the handwriting displayed on the rice paper, everyone stared straight at it.

Next is sweet and sour carp, stir-fried pork, sweet and sour pork, fish head with chopped pepper, mapo tofu, pickled fish, twice-cooked pork, fish-flavored shredded pork, Buddha jumping over the wall, sweet and sour pork, Dongpo pork, golden jade mantang, vinegar cabbage, braised in soy sauce Eggplant, hot and sour potato shreds, ground delicacies... a whole bunch of recipes.

The details are so detailed that even the distance and time of frying, frying, steaming, boiling, roasting, and boiling are marked.

Song Yihuan used several sheets of rice paper to record all the dishes she thought of temporarily.

She put down the pen in her hand, picked up the simple recipe on the side, and looked at it. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, she turned to the silly Song Nuoyan.

"How about it, have you tried these dishes?"

Song Nuoyan looked away from the menu and shook his head foolishly at her.

He swallowed his saliva, and said with a very surprised face: "Yihuan, where did you get the recipe, just looking at the recipe makes people want to taste it."

Song Yihuan smiled mysteriously at her: "I'll tell you when my father comes back tonight."

Song Nuoyan, who was still waiting for an answer, immediately feigned anger when he heard the words: "Could it be that both father and mother know, but I don't know?"

I have to say, he is the truth.

Song Yihuan narrowed her eyes and smiled, the answer was self-evident.

Song Nuoyan, who was talking casually, knew she had hit the spot when he saw her appearance, and his expression immediately became aggrieved.

"Wow! You all kept it from me!"

Song Nuoyan stepped forward and grabbed the recipe that Song Yihuan had just written.

(End of this chapter)