I have an inn in Xianxia

Chapter 573 Mapo Tofu
Master Si's face was livid.

"Zhao Ya, it's too much for you to talk like this."

"Pass?" The middle-aged woman showed disdain on her face, "Surnamed Si, you have the nerve to lick your face and say that I, Zhao Ya, have passed, don't look at what you are doing, didn't you call so many people here? Alright, let everyone taste it, comparing these two dishes, is Tianxia Inn's garbage?"

Master Si glanced back. The people he called were tasting two dishes, and when they met his gaze, they all shook their heads.

The difference in taste was too great, so they couldn't find anything to say.

"Si, do you have anything else to say? If not, let this inn go down!"

The hotel family of three stood in the middle of the lobby without daring to say a word, everyone's faces were ugly, if Zhao Ya, a big man like him, wanted to mess with him, he really didn't have the ability to resist at all.

The inn is their source. If the inn collapses and there is no source of income, it proves that they also need to go out to hunt monsters like others. How can they not worry about eating and drinking every day like they are now.

It's just that too many people are jealous of this good job.

Although Master Si can take care of himself, he can't cover the sky in the West District with one hand.

Losing the inn is equivalent to losing too many things, but now, what can I do.

"What are you three still standing here for? Why don't you pack up your things and get out? Why, do you need me to find someone to send you away in a sedan chair?" The middle-aged woman Zhao Ya sat there, took a sip of tea, and then spit it out.

"Bah, trash!"

Master Si looked at the three of them and opened his mouth.

"you."

At this moment, everyone suddenly smelled a scent coming from the kitchen of the inn, and it was extremely strong. Just smelling this scent, they felt that the delicious food of Fengxianlou just eaten was tasteless.

"It smells so good!"

Even the two chefs of Fengxianlou couldn't help but blurt out, looking in the direction of the kitchen.

Just then, Lu Cheng came out with a dinner plate.

With displeasure on his face.

"Hey, you missed a dish just now, do you still have to ask the young master to bring it out for you? Believe it or not, my father came and asked him to chop off your head!"

"Dish?" The innkeeper looked suspiciously at the plate in Lu Cheng's hand. It was a very common boiled tofu, but it was a little different from the usual boiled tofu. The juice looks very attractive, thickens just right, and is a bit sticky. It can be imagined that if a small piece of tofu is picked up, a large piece of juice will inevitably stick together.

"Why are you staring blankly, you still have to ask the young master to serve it to you?"

Suddenly, the innkeeper remembered what Lu Cheng had said to him before, could it be that this kid made this dish, it smells really good and looks good, but with his appearance as the second ancestor, Will it be delicious?

The shopkeeper of the inn was just a little puzzled, and went over to pick up the food in the next second, a dead horse like a living horse doctor!

No matter how bad the situation is, can it be worse than it is now?
The dish he took was the mapo tofu that Lu Cheng made temporarily.

Although the ingredients used are not the best ingredients from the inn, and even though they are not the legendary Samadhi real fire, with Lu Cheng's current ability, even if the ingredients are the same as others, or even inferior to others, the taste can still surpass the so-called chef. thousands of miles.

I'm afraid that those who have the title of God of Cooking will have to learn from Lu Cheng.

This mapo tofu vividly displays the characters of spicy, spicy, hot, fragrant, crisp, tender, fresh and lively.

Just for the sake of numbness, Lu Cheng sprinkled a lot of peppercorns on the tofu when it was cooked. The numbness was pure and refreshing.

Spicy, Lu Cheng didn't have time to practice chili peppers, but he was able to chop these chili peppers into fine pieces in a very short period of time with his excellent knife skills, and cook them with tofu, so that the spiciness can be completely immersed in the inner layer of tofu, and it can be swallowed in one bite , the spiciness is like an explosion in the mouth.

The aroma completely conceals the gypsum smell of tofu itself. This fragrance will only arouse people's appetite infinitely.

Crisp, Lu Cheng used the previously minced meat filling, the color is golden, the red crisps are not hard, one by one, one by one, the mouth is crispy, and it melts when it touches the teeth.

Tender, this is the tofu in the pot, fried for a while, the color is white like jade, with edges and corners, it will break when you twist it, if you use chopsticks, it is difficult to pick it up.

Fresh, refers to the raw materials of the whole dish, all fresh, fresh and tender green, red and white are suitable, the color and taste are fresh, and they are impeccable.

Lively, the big performance is on the outside, a plate of fiery red mapo tofu is on the table, and the long garlic shoots stand upright on the plate, emerald green orchid, and the oil is very bright, as if it has just been picked and chopped from the border, vivid, but The entrance of the folder is all ripe, without any jerky taste.

Finally, hot.

Although tofu is not easy to eat when it is hot, it is undeniable that this is the time when tofu tastes the most delicious, and it is ready to serve.

The eight-character proverb represents the ultimate delicacy of this mapo tofu.

This means that in the outside world, if it is in an inn, the taste can be improved several levels, but it is completely enough to defeat Fengxianlou.

Lu Cheng has selfish intentions in cooking this delicacy. First, he can no longer find out any important news here. He needs to enter the West District with another identity. At the very least, he needs to find out what the so-called eight-day worship is What's going on, this time, is an opportunity.

Furthermore, he couldn't bear to watch Zhang Qing's family being kicked out of the inn.

After all, the owner of this inn is not bad. Although he let himself sleep in the firewood room, he can manage three meals a day, and he didn't let himself eat leftovers. Besides, Zhang Qing was spotless and his clothes were neatly stacked. He couldn't bear it any longer.

If you can help, that's it. Meeting is also fate.

Mapo tofu is served on the table, attracting many people's attention.

Master Si looked at this side suspiciously, and finally stopped on Lu Cheng.

Feeling Master Si's gaze, Lu Cheng always felt that there was some slight hostility in the other's gaze, as if he was very upset with him, but he couldn't say it.

"Several masters, madam, I have prepared two dishes this time, please taste them."

"No need." Zhao Ya waved her hand directly, "The dish just now is like garbage, so don't try this one."

"Zhao Ya, you are breaking the rules. Since you are competing for delicious food, you have to finish it." Master Si withdrew his gaze from Lu Cheng, "Come on, everyone, let's taste this dish and see what you can say about it. "

The eight-character proverb, Mapo Tofu, is definitely a perfect dish. Someone picks it up with chopsticks, but finds that it can only bring up a small piece of tofu foam, which can only be scooped up with a spoon.

In a spoonful, the tofu is soft and tender, with soup in it. When you put it in your mouth, the spicy taste explodes, with crispy numbness. This enjoyment, I just want to eat a big mouthful of rice to match it.

(End of this chapter)