The ugly wife of peasant family

Mr. Feng didn't stop, but went upstairs with the shopkeeper.

When he entered the Ya room, the slight sound of closing the door rang out, and the voice that people had been raising in their voices was the only way they dared to breathe out.

The lobby is boiling like boiling water.

"My mother, who was that man just now? It's terrible."

"I don't know. When he came in just now, I just drank a mouthful of water. I didn't dare to swallow it. I just put it in my mouth for fear that he might hear the sound of my swallowing and notice me."

"Don't mention it. My neck is still chilly now. If it wasn't for today's rare opportunity, I would have run long ago."

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Xia Xi doesn't know what happened in front of her. She gets a letter saying that it's a distinguished guest, so she starts to prepare her own dishes.

Today, the chef specially arranged for her in the small kitchen, thinking that she would not want people to see how she cooked, so he did not arrange for a man to come.

Pillar fire, Lan'er followed, Xia Xi main spoon, Qi'er sitting in the small kitchen door.

Outside the door, there is a man waiting for Xia Xi's dishes to be ready.

The dishes are all ready, so it's much easier to cook.

First, braised spareribs, water, stir fry sugar, color, Sheng, then stir fry small material, next spareribs, stir fry, heat water, add appropriate seasoning, and then cover the pot, let the column first with a small fire, then start to make boiled fish.

Boiled fish fillets are not complicated, fish fillets Xia Xi has long been ready, so the time is very short, and it will be ready soon.

Let the man take it out. The ribs are almost ready. He told the column to use the fire. After collecting the juice, it was out of the pot.

The rest was potstickers. Xia Xi prepared more potstickers. After the dishes were ready, they ate a few of them.

Even if the big kitchen is in a hurry, the chef always pays attention to this side. When the first braised spareribs are served, he sees it and comes in a hurry to taste one first. But Xia Xi makes a plate, and moving one loses its delicacy. The chef does not dare to move at will. He only likes to smell it. He has all the color and fragrance. He bites his teeth and orders the waiter to take it directly to Yajian.

Looking into the small kitchen, he saw that the second dish was out of the pot. He took a big step forward and wanted to go in. Then he thought that since the ribs were all on, there was nothing wrong with the fish fillets. What's more, Xia Xi's skill was reassuring, so he took back his steps and went back to the big kitchen.

In Yajian, several dishes have been served continuously. Fengye sits still and doesn't move his chopsticks at all.

The shopkeeper stood aside, sweating on his forehead. The master's temperament remained unchanged, and he was still difficult to serve. After thinking about it, he opened his mouth cautiously, "master Feng, today's bear meat has to wait for a while to come up. Why don't you try these first?"

The wind master's eyes came over, and the shopkeeper's excited spirit shivered, and immediately closed his mouth.

The house was as silent as death.

The man knocked on the door with the dish. The shopkeeper felt relieved and went to open the door.

The man came in carefully and put the dishes on the table respectfully. He didn't dare to breathe and went back.

The shopkeeper closed the door and turned around. His lips moved and he wanted to say something. When he thought of Mr. Feng's eyes just now, he immediately closed his mouth and stood on one side full of sweat.

The fragrance floated into his nose, which had never been seen before. The wind Lord finally raised his eyes and looked at the new dish. He had never seen it before and said, "what's this dish?"

His voice is not high, but with the pressure of forcing people, the cold hair on the shopkeeper's body all stood up, and then, the dense sweat from the pores penetrated out, instantly wet the clothes inside him.

"Yes, yes, it's Ben's, our store's, new, new, new."

"Well?"

The brow of wind Lord and invisible move for a while, send out a sound from the nasal cavity.

The shopkeeper only felt that his knees were soft and he couldn't stop trembling. His lips were even more trembling. "Yes, it's braised spareribs."

When he said this, Yajian fell into a dead silence again.

The two guards who followed the wind Lord all lowered their heads. Qi Qi was in the heart to light the wax for the shopkeeper. He dared to bring the dog to the Lord. His restaurant won't open tomorrow.

The two guards looked at each other with their heads down. They were all surprised. Yeh, he could not be... At the same time, they looked up and saw the scene of startling their eyes. Their Yeh, unexpectedly, unexpectedly went to clip a bone, and then, then, they were about to put it into their mouth.

"My Lord

A guard quickly stop, "absolutely not eat."

The wind Lord is as if did not hear, put the ribs on the mouth, gently, slowly, elegant posture bit a small bite, fragrant entrance, straight qinxinpi, a hook caused his appetite.

I took another bite, another bite, another bite... I slowly finished eating a piece of spareribs, but I still didn't have enough. The chopsticks stretched out again.

The guard who stopped him was stunned, and the shopkeeper was also silly. He was staring at the diner and couldn't recover.

Gracefully finish eating one of the ribs again, stretch out the chopsticks to clip the third one, and master Feng opens his mouth,

"Why, you want to eat it, too?"

The shopkeeper's recovery, busy lowered his head, "wind Lord joked, this is specially made for you, small which is qualified to eat."

Gently knock on the door again, the shopkeeper's busy turn to open the door, the man came in with vegetables, full of a large basin of boiled fish, spicy fragrance floating in the elegant room.

Fengye took back the spareribs, staring at the hot pepper, and said, "you all step back!"

The shopkeeper was eager to bend his waist, "Mr. Feng, please use it slowly."

Then he stepped back.

Take the door of Yajian gently. The shopkeeper leans against the door and gasps for breath. The sweat on his forehead drops on his clothes. Raise the sleeve, wipe clean, then stand up straight.

There was another round of rice inside. After dinner, the potstickers were served. The shopkeeper took it and asked the man to step down and take it in himself,

"Fengye, this is the staple food. Potstickers."

His words fall, elegant inside is again a quiet.

The shopkeeper did not dare to look up, put the plate on the table and quickly backed out.

The shopkeeper didn't show up, the bear meat couldn't bid, and many customers were impatient and yelled to urge.

The shopkeeper didn't dare to leave here, so he had to tell the man to go down and spread a message. He said that there was still a quarter of an hour before the bear meat could come out of the pot. He asked the guest to wait a moment.

The clamor downstairs is a little less.

Yajian's door opened, and the shopkeeper immediately stood upright.

Mr. Feng came out and went straight down the stairs. A guard followed him closely. Another guard stopped in front of the shopkeeper and handed him a hundred taels of silver ticket. "Today's food is good. The extra one is for you."