Farmhouse cooks have space

Chapter 873 Reasons
For another example, the roast chicken is too old, and the sweet-scented osmanthus duck is too fat, so it is very suitable for roasting.

As for the Mushu meat, the problem lies in the fungus, which is obviously old. Fortunately, there is no musty smell, but it does not have the fragrance of the fungus.

As for the soup, it's not bad, and there is no problem with eating it so far.

Then he said the problem he had eaten and asked, "What else did you eat?"

Qi Xiuxiu and Chen Ping replied one after another: "Our feeling is similar to yours."

Seeing this, He Miao nodded, and then looked at Hanxiang expectantly.

She came from the imperial dining room, although she might not know how to cook, but she wanted to eat a lot of good things, and her natural taste was much higher than the two of them.

Sure enough, Han Xiang drank the last sip of soup and said: "In addition to the problem mentioned by the master, the servant also found another problem, that is, the salt used here may not be refined salt."

He Miao was taken aback when he heard this, and then took another spoonful of soup, tasted it seriously, and said thoughtfully, "Try again, I haven't tasted it yet?"

She wondered if the salt offered in the palace had been processed again. The salt she ate before had always tasted like this.

Then he thought of something and hurriedly asked: "Could the salt eaten in the palace be well salt?"

After all, this ancient purification technology is limited, so even the refined salt is not as good as the salt from the previous life, she has always known this.

But if there is a good well salt, the taste must be much better than the salt on the market.

"Yes, yes, it's well salt. I seem to have heard the manager mention that." Han Xiang thought of something after hearing this, and nodded hurriedly.

"You are really amazing, you can even tell such a small difference." Qi Xiuxiu looked at Hanxiang with envy and said.

"So if you want to be a good cook, you have to have a good tongue." He Miao said with a smile.

Then he said to Chen Ping: "Go and call the shopkeeper."

Chen Ping nodded, got up, called the shopkeeper in, pointed at He Miao, and said, "I think this restaurant has changed owners, and you should know that this is the Fengyang princess we have just been canonized."

The shopkeeper panicked after hearing this, and hurriedly saluted, "Little Liu Qing has met the princess."

Because he had already heard that this guy was born with cooking skills. Now that he tasted the dishes, he already understood the problem.

"Tell me, in such a prosperous location, why the business is so poor.

There is also what is going on with the purchase, and why is it specially purchased defective products. He Miao turned his head and said.

"Small, small..." Liu Qing hesitated to speak, then looked at He Miao with a perplexed expression.

"Why, you are the one who got rich and kept it private."

"No, it's not."

"Then tell me, since this restaurant has passed under my name, then naturally I have the final say.

But I can tell you that I never raise idlers, let alone moths, so it is best to tell the truth in order not to be implicated. "

"Yes." Liu Qing hesitated for a moment and continued: "This restaurant is actually the dowry of the princess, and the dowry of the princess is managed by her nanny outside.

Our restaurant's purchases are made by the brother-in-law of the nanny, so...

So except for the fact that the prince and concubine will buy it specially when they come over, it is usually like this. "

"So, the price difference in the middle was swallowed up by that nanny."

"No, no, it's all greedy by the bristles, he, he likes to gamble."

(End of this chapter)