The ugly wife of peasant family

Yuelai restaurant.

Today is the day for auction of bear meat again. As soon as the restaurant opened, many people flocked in and took their seats in the lobby.

The two carriages stopped at the door of the restaurant, and Fengche and Marquis Qin came down from the carriage one after another.

The shopkeeper saw it in the counter, his legs softened and he came out with a cold sweat on his forehead. He nodded and bowed, "gentlemen, please come upstairs."

Fengche walks into the restaurant without strabismus and goes directly to the second floor.

Marquis Qin followed him closely and looked around the hall.

The hall was silent.

Two people entered elegant room, take a seat.

Marquis Qin said with a smile, "I didn't expect that there was bear meat in this remote place."

He has lived in Beijing for a long time and has eaten all kinds of delicacies. Winter is not the best season for hunting bears. Bears rarely appear, so bear meat is more precious.

A finger of wind Che is boring and lightly clicking the desktop, obviously some hearts are not wilting.

His mind is full of the two dishes he ate when he came last time. As for bear meat, he has long forgotten it.

Marquis Qin imitated his appearance, added gravity to buckle the table a few times, and pulled back his mind. "What's the matter, don't you have to pull me to eat bear meat? I'm not interested in how you look. "

Feng Che stopped, leaned back, and leaned on the back of his chair. "Who said that? I was just wondering if the bear meat they made was delicious last time."

"Is it?"

Marquis Qin is not smiling.

Feng Che glanced at him and didn't speak.

The shopkeeper quietly wiped the sweat on his forehead, "what are you going to eat today

"Bear meat."

"The same food as last time."

Feng Che and Marquis Qin answered at the same time.

Marquis Qin picks eyebrows and looks at Fengche with a smile.

Wind Che face slightly a red, cover mouth cough a, "serve."

The shopkeeper went down to the kitchen in a hurry and told the chef that the ancestor had come and asked him to show his housekeeping skills.

……

At the fair.

Yesterday did not come, today to buy boiled fish a lot of people, Xia Xi has been busy can not stand. In this way, it was not enough to sell. The people waiting in the back yelled, "Lady Xia, we came here early in the morning. Anyway, you should let us have boiled fish."

"Yes, we also came yesterday. Who wants to make a trip in vain?"

"Our house is not near here. In order to eat your boiled fish, I walked several miles early in the morning."

"Yes, my family is cooking fish in this water now. My parents said that if I can't buy it today, I won't go home."

……

Xia Xi is slicing fish, ready to do the next pot, smell speech, look up, looking at the team, think about it, Yang Sheng way, "well, we were sold out of ten fish every day, we didn't come yesterday, also didn't know everyone, today do five more, is compensation."

"Good."

The crowd cheered in unison.

Pillar is also busy sweating, smell speech rise, "sister-in-law, we have not killed fish."

"You put more firewood in the stove, run to buy fish, and let them bring the fish first."

The pillar answered, added some firewood to the stove, got up and ran to the place where the villagers sold fish. Then he came back soon, panting.

The villagers came with buckets.

Xia Xi said, "I'm busy now. I'll give you the fish money when I get back. The bucket is here too. We'll take it back."

The villagers answered, put down the bucket and went back to the place where they sold the fish.

The pillar added firewood to the stove, and then got up to kill the fish with the bucket.

Hand did not touch the bucket, a hand stretched over, picked up the bucket and left.

Zhu was shocked. He looked up and just wanted to shout. He saw that it was Mr. Zhang and immediately shut up.

Xia Xi also saw, did not put on the heart, "pillar, you hurry to burn, we hurry to make this pot."

Mr. Zhang was very quick. He killed five fish and brought them back.

"Thank you."

Xia Xi thanks and takes out two pieces of fish skillfully.

Seeing that she didn't need any help, Mr. Zhang took a bench and sat aside.

The noisy crowd immediately quieted down.

……

In Yuelai restaurant.

The bidding in the lobby was louder than that.

Marquis Qin listened to the excitement and said, "the shopkeeper of this restaurant is also a man with brains. He even thought of bidding."

Feng Che thought of the two dishes he had eaten last time and ignored him.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!"

When the door was opened, the man came in with the food. The shopkeeper followed him and put the food on the table one by one. Then he bowed his head and stepped back with the man.

When the door closed, Fengche immediately sat up straight, picked up chopsticks, put a piece of fish in his mouth, chewed it for a while, then frowned and slapped the chopsticks on the table.

"Shopkeeper's!"

The shopkeeper stooped outside the door. His heart trembled when he heard the cry. He pushed the door quickly and said, "yes, what's the matter?"

Feng Che's voice was low. "Have you changed cooks here?"

The shopkeeper's forehead was sweating, "no, no."

"No?"

The wind twisted his eyebrows.

"No, we have only one chef in the restaurant. Since the restaurant opened, he has never changed one."

Button, button, button

Wind Che fingers tap the table, as if hit in the shopkeeper's heart.

The shopkeeper's knees are soft. He has to kneel down.

"In that case, why is the taste of this dish different from that of last time?"

"Ah?"

Some of the shopkeepers couldn't respond.

Wind Che not bear, frown.

"Which way, which way?"

The shopkeeper asked.

Wind Che a light eyes in the past, the shopkeeper's body is short.

Feng an couldn't see it any more. She quietly pointed to the boiled fish.

When the shopkeeper saw it, he said, "it shouldn't be..."

Before the word "ah" came out, it suddenly sounded that the last dish was made with the help of Xia Xi, and the cold sweat came out again. He shivered and said, "just a moment, just a moment, I, I will let the chef do it again."

Finish saying, but don't dare to move, waiting for wind Che's order.

"Hurry up!"

"Yes."

The shopkeeper turned around and hurried downstairs to the kitchen.

"Lao Li, it's broken, it's broken!"

When the dish was served, the chef was on tenterhooks. When he heard the shopkeeper say this, he leaped out of the kitchen with a big step, "where is the ancestor dissatisfied?"

The shopkeeper was so anxious that he patted his thigh, "boiled fish."

The chef didn't react and said, "what kind of boiled fish?"

"Oh, that's the boiled fish. Didn't lady Xia make it last time? The ancestor tasted it."

The chef changed his face and couldn't believe it. "How could it be?"

He as like as two peas made by Xia Xi, the same flavor. How did the ancestor taste the difference? Is he still a human tongue?