There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 55
Under the night, the Longevity Inn.

A few days ago, Fenghou did eat a pie, to be precise, a pie of unknown origin, but he ate it like a ghost.

However, the pie was so wonderful that he could not forget it for a long time.

When he went to look for it, he couldn't find it, which made him depressed for two days.

At this time, he was a little surprised, looked at Yan Qingkong and said, "Boss, how do you know that I ate a pie a few days ago?"

"Only those who have eaten our pies have the opportunity to enter our shop." Yan Qingkong had a good impression of him, and explained after a while.

"Is that so?"

Feng Hou was slightly taken aback, feeling something was wrong.

"Do you really know the seal script?" Yan Qingkong became suspicious.

If you know the seal script, you should know the couplets, so you know how the Changsheng Inn exists.

"Get to know some."

Feng Houdao looked at Yan Qingkong and said, "What's wrong?"

"You...didn't see the couplets outside the door?" Yan Qingkong was a little surprised, and gave him a weird look.

"I see, what's the matter?" Feng Hou was a little puzzled.

"It's nothing."

Yan Qingkong shrugged his shoulders, said no more, and asked: "This store only has the middle-grade 'Happy Eyebrows' left, do you want to order one?"

"Boss, you changed the name of the white-cut chicken and sold it for thousands of yuan. Are you afraid of complaints from others?" Fenghou said with a smile, looking at Yan Qingkong with interest, "Besides, although your small shop is well-decorated, But the dining environment can only be described as ordinary..."

"Not afraid."

Yan Qingkong said straightforwardly.

Because the Longevity Inn is only open to those who are predestined, others can't complain at all, and after eating, who will complain?

And, where to complain?
Even if you really complain, others will not be able to see the Longevity Inn...

"Uh……"

Feng Hou was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect the other party to answer him like this, so he said: "The boss is so confident, it seems that he is very optimistic about his cooking skills, so I will give it a try."

"Please wait a moment." Yan Qingkong nodded.

"However, I have something to say first, if it's just an ordinary boiled chicken, don't blame me for being rude." Feng Hou smiled.

"random."

Yan Qingkong walked into the kitchen.

"By the way, one of those pies."

When Feng Hou thought of that pie, he couldn't help but get greedy.

"Sorry, we don't serve pies at the moment." Yan Qingkong paused and walked into the kitchen.

Fenghou shook his head, feeling like he had fallen into a pit.

After a while, he smelled a special fragrance, which seemed to be wafting in the living room, which refreshed him.

"Please enjoy."

Yan Qingkong put "Happy Eyebrows" on the table, and said: "If there are other needs, I will not provide them for the time being."

Uh……

Fenghou was taken aback again.

However, he was attracted by the "happy brows" at this time, and he didn't have time to pay attention to Yan Qingkong for the time being, so he picked up the chopsticks and commented, first of all, the color, fragrance, shape, and dish.

As for the quality and taste, he hasn't tasted it yet, so he can only comment on it later.

Yan Qingkong was slightly surprised when he heard this, is he still a gourmet?Otherwise, the comments are so professional, and proper nouns are blurted out one by one?

In the other party's comments, the color is good, the fragrance is top-grade, the shape is a little bit worse, and the dish is average.

He thought about it carefully, and compared it carefully, it seemed that the other party's comment was not wrong, and his opinion was very pertinent.

He is not a professional chef, and without systematic study, he naturally cannot make achievements in the six aspects of quality, color, aroma, taste, shape, and dish.

Whether it's sword skills or the selection of dishes, he is very free, and he only does it according to his own preferences.

"It seems that I am a little carried away."

At this time, Yan Qingkong frowned slightly. If he hadn't been awakened by the other party, he might have gone down at will...

Mentality!
He picked up a pen and wrote these two words on a piece of white paper.

This is a matter of mentality!

Although he has become the owner of the Longevity Inn, he has not become a real chef, everything is just relying on the longevity recipe...

"Quality, color, aroma, taste, shape, vessel."

After a while, he wrote another six characters, because these are the six basic attributes of dishes, which can be expressed in color, aroma and taste.

When Feng Hou took a piece of chicken into his mouth, he was refreshed, with a look of surprise on his face, and then he chewed carefully, as if he was savoring it seriously.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes lit up a little, and he nodded and said, "It's really good. This is the best white-cut chicken I've ever eaten. It's sweet, fragrant, and smooth. It's the best chicken. Just can't stop."

"Thanks." Yan Qingkong sat behind the counter.

"Ok?"

At this time, his brows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to feel a unique fragrance, which made his limbs and bones happy.

Very magical feeling.

Is this an illusion?

Surprised in his heart, he closed his eyes and took a closer look.

He did feel the joy in his limbs, a very faint, vague joy, but it did make him feel it.

However, this made him very puzzled.

illusion? !
He shook his head.

However, this plate of white-cut chicken is indeed rare, and it is considered a must among chickens. It is understandable that it is so expensive, after all, delicious food is rare.

After a while, he had tasted it, and said: "The fragrance overflows three thousand miles in China, and the taste overwhelms the twelfth floor in the south of the Yangtze River. This 'Happy Eyebrow Tip' only sells for a thousand yuan, which is cheap."

"The taste is overwhelming on the twelfth floor of the south of the Yangtze River. It's too famous." Yan Qingkong stood up and said.

"I have been to many places in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have also tasted a lot of delicacies in the south of the Yangtze River." Fenghou shook his head and said seriously: "However, the commendable poached chicken can only be said to be good in my opinion, and This dish in your store is very happy, it is a must in the chicken."

"I don't know if it's my illusion. I seem to feel a very magical feeling when I eat it. It seems that my limbs are all in joy."

At this time, Feng Hou frowned and said, but there was still a sense of joy in his limbs.

Yan Qingkong just smiled and didn't answer.

This needs to be experienced by diners themselves.

"May I ask the boss's name?"

Feng Hou stood up and said, after all, it is a rare delicacy, and he may come here often in the future, "I have a single surname, Feng, I worship the seal of the Prime Minister Fenghou."

"No expense, Yan." Yan Qingkong said.

"Mr. Yan, did you make this happy eyebrow?"

Feng Houwen, after receiving the affirmation, couldn't help admiring: "It's surprising that Mr. Yan can do such a feat at such a young age."

"Does cooking have to do with age?" Yan Qingkong was slightly stunned.

"Have."

Feng Hou nodded seriously, and said: "Only those who have experienced the weather and tasted all the flavors of life can cook excellent dishes..."

"False." Yan Qingkong spit out.

Feng Hou just smiled and didn't argue, some things don't need to be argued.

Although I feel that I can still eat, but I can't even control my appetite, how can I make a big deal?
So, suppressing his desire to eat again, he took out his wallet and said, "Mr. Yan, pay the bill."

"Cheng En Nine Hundred and Ninety Nine." Yan Qingkong said.

When Fenghou walked out of the inn and was about to go down the steps, he turned around and looked at the couplets, and read: "Ordered by heaven, bestowed with longevity?"

boom--

His mind seemed to explode, and he was in a trance.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the Changsheng Inn had disappeared, which shocked him unceasingly.

how can that be? !
He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and there was a look of shock in his eyes.

……

(End of this chapter)