Jiao Niang's Medical Sutra

Li Dashao did not dare to raise his head, and knelt down to salute, when he heard a female voice.

"I have tasted the food you cooked." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Li Dashao's heart rose again.

This woman is said to be the younger sister of the bosses. From the first glimpse until today when she came to the door, she sneaked a peek.

Furthermore, it can also be seen from the attitudes of the bosses that some are close to their sisters, some love them, some disdain them, but none are so respectful.

Li Dashao is a country cook who has never seen the world, but he is not a fool, and has the unique shrewdness of a villager in the country. He quickly concluded that this woman is the real owner of this restaurant.

How is the food?

Finally, the person who can really decide his fate is about to speak.

"This is..." Cheng Jiaoniang said, she stopped talking and turned to look at the girl, "What's your name?"

The girl was taken aback, and wanted to cry a little.

"Ma'am, this servant's name is Banqin." She said aggrievedly, with a bit of pleading.

Lady, does the lady not want her?

Where is this?Why did you suddenly ask for your name again?

Li Dashao was stunned for a moment, then raised his head subconsciously, and saw the woman sitting in front of him, compared with the previous sneak peek, he could see clearly now.

Fourteen or fifteen years old, with a white porcelain face, big eyes, chest-length plain skirt, blue satin smock, sitting upright with his hands on his knees.

When he looked, the woman turned her gaze, and Li Dashao hurriedly lowered his head in fright.

"You learn a few new dishes from her." Cheng Jiaoniang said, without continuing the name.There is no comment on Li Dashao's dishes.

Li Dashao raised his head again, and murmured in bewilderment.

The girl hurriedly knelt down and came over to salute Li Dashao.

"I'm Banqin," she said.

Li Dashao hurriedly returned the gift.

"My lady asked me to teach you a few new dishes." The girl said, "I'll just stay in the kitchen here."

Li Dashao understood this time.

This is the new cook!As expected, I was about to be fired!

Liu Liulang jumped off his horse, flicked the rein, and let the horse go.

A man and a woman came out of the gatehouse with a bit of arrogance.

"It's not here to see you, we're just here to see Mrs. Cheng, what are you trying to do?" They said.

Liu Liulang, who had already walked over, turned his head back after hearing the words.He grabbed the man who was talking with his hips on his hips.

The man was taken aback by surprise.

"What are you doing?" he yelled.

Before he finished speaking, the young man practiced martial arts with great strength. The middle-aged man was compared to his sloppy footsteps. Accompanied by the screams of the woman who came with him, Liu Liulang dragged him to the door by his collar.

"Look. What's written on it?" Zhou Liulang shouted.

The door plaque hangs high, and Zhou's house is newly painted for the New Year's Day, which is beautifully depicted.

"Get out!" Zhou Liulang yelled, pushing the man away.

The man stumbled back and barely stopped, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"If such a person comes to the door again, he will not be allowed to enter." Liu Liulang shouted in a deep voice.

The concierge and others hurriedly responded in unison.

Saturday Lang hurried all the way with a dark face.When he came to his parents' house, he took a deep breath and put on a relaxed expression.

"Sixth son. Ma'am has a guest." The servant greeted her and said in a low voice.

"Are you looking for her again?" Saturday Lang asked with a snort.

The maid smiled.

"It's not for her," she said, "but it's for her."

None of them mentioned their names, but they knew who she was.

It's not all the same, not all the people who come to their Zhou's house are here for her.

Saturday Lang took a deep breath and was about to turn around, when the door over there opened.Two women came out.

"Madam, think again. Our wife is very sincere..."

They still said to themselves that the door over there has been closed.

The two women turned around and curled their lips in displeasure.

"It's just an aunt, not a parent, and you don't have to make decisions about their marriage." They muttered a few words and walked away quickly.

Saturday Lang glanced at the two women.

"What are they here for?" he asked.

The maid looked around.

"I'm here to propose marriage to Mrs. Cheng." She said in a low voice.

Saturday Lang was taken aback, proposed marriage?

"...Ms. Cheng is 14 years old. It's not an exaggeration to say that she has reached the age of marriage, but everyone understands what these people are thinking. Girls marry for a lifetime of peace of mind, especially Mrs. Cheng. It is even more difficult for people with old illnesses to find a good family, how can they feel at ease when they marry such a family..." The servant girl muttered in a low voice.

Saturday Lang couldn't help but look back at the two women who had left, and then at his mother's living room.

get married...

What the girls are trying to do is just a peace of mind.

A thought flashed through, and Saturday Lang clenched the hand hanging by his side.

In the Taiping residence, Li Dashao retreated with the girl dejectedly, and the old shopkeeper was invited over.

"Boss, the most important thing is popularity, and to attract popularity, it must be novel." The old shopkeeper said straight to the point, "To tell you the truth, Zuifenglou became famous at the beginning because of the Dou family's ancestral sauce recipe. , with these sauces, the food tastes delicious. Later, other people slowly figured out how to order the sauce, so there is nothing unusual about our family, so the business is not getting worse day by day, until Master Sun made this way Immortal, it flourishes again immediately."

The maidservant who had just arrived by car snorted when she heard this.

"The passing fairy is not something he figured out." She muttered.

Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at her, but the maid stopped talking.

"Boss, now good people have cooks, and the food is more exquisite than outside. It is a novelty to eat outside, and people who want to satisfy their hunger will not go to restaurants. They buy some from baskets on the street, so We run restaurants, firstly to serve as a place for people to interact with each other, and secondly, to change the taste and feel fresh." The old shopkeeper continued, looking at the girl in front of him with emotion.

I don't know whose little lady thought of something and suddenly wanted to open this restaurant for fun.What's wrong with playing, is this restaurant industry fun?

"I see." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the old shopkeeper and nodded, "You are very good."

Xu Maoxiu looked at the old shopkeeper and smiled.

This old man has been submissive since he was invited here, he looks deaf and stupid, unexpectedly he understands in his heart, he doesn't tell them so much every day, he guessed that they are not the real master, so don't waste your saliva, now he is in front of the real master.Only then did the real skill show.

This was recognized by the owner, but the old shopkeeper didn't feel like laughing.

The people in the hall were talking, and there were footsteps outside the door.

"Shopkeeper Wu, Shopkeeper Wu." A male voice called out.

The old shopkeeper frowned.

"This little Suncai, why is he here again?" He said, but still didn't speak.Someone came in.

"Shopkeeper Wu...ah, there are so many people."

This is a young man in his twenties. He is thin and has a big head. At first glance, he seems to be dangling like a ball on a bamboo pole. He is wearing a half-worn Taoist robe.It looks ridiculous.

When he saw clearly that there was a woman in the room, he quickly shrank back in fright.

"Damn what!" Xu Bangchui shouted.Get up and stand by the door.

"I do not know I do not know."

There was a panicked male voice outside the door, and there was the sound of something clanging and bumping.

"When doing business, you open the door to welcome customers. How can you do that?" Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Xu Maoxiu glared at Xu Bangchui, got up and walked to the door.

"Brother Sun, I'm sorry." He said.

"No no."

The male voice outside the door said hurriedly.

"I just want to ask. Do you want tofu today?"

"Little Sun Cai." The old shopkeeper sat up straight and said to the outside. "How many times have I told you that your tofu really doesn't taste good, don't sell it, and don't make it, it's better to farm honestly."

He said, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang again.

"This is from Dalang's village. He originally went to be a Taoist priest. Later, the Taoist temple dispersed, and he came back. I don't know who he learned the same weird craft. He made soybeans into tofu. He went around to buy it, but no one bought it." He, at such an old age, doesn't want to make a living..." he said. 【Note 1】

Before the words finished, Cheng Jiaoniang spoke.

"I'll buy it," she said.

The people in the room were stunned for a moment, but they didn't react.

"Tell him to come back, the lady wants to buy it." The maidservant raised her voice and shouted.

A series of shouts scared that little brother Sun almost ran away, until he was carried into the house, he was still a little trembling.

The maid dug a piece from the tofu basket and brought it to Cheng Jiaoniang.

Cheng Jiaoniang took a bite with a spoon and turned her head slightly.

The servant girl hurriedly took the spittoon in the hall, and Cheng Jiaoniang spat it in.

"My lady, I have tasted this. Although it is edible, it is always not very tasty." The old shopkeeper said.

Cheng Jiaoniang wiped her mouth and looked at the young Taoist priest sitting in the hall.

"You did?" she asked.

Brother Sun nodded, not daring to look up.

"I, I learned from my master." He stammered, "We made it when we were refining alchemy. Although, although it is not delicious, but, it is good for the body."

"Little Sun Cai, if it's good for your body, your master won't die from taking the pill." The old shopkeeper shook his head, "Speak well, don't talk wildly."

Brother Sun bowed his head in embarrassment and dared not speak any more.

Cheng Jiaoniang got up and walked a few steps, the people in the hall didn't know what she was doing, they couldn't help watching.

Cheng Jiaoniang stood in front of Little Brother Sun's basket, stretched out her hand to lift the wet cloth, and looked at the tofu inside.

"My lady..." Brother Sun couldn't help asking, "Do you want to buy tofu? Really, really good."

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.

"Are you selling it?" she asked.

Brother Sun was taken aback for a moment, but then he was overjoyed.

"Sell it, sell it, I make tofu for sale." He nodded repeatedly.

"No." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and said again, "Are you selling it?"

what?

Brother Sun and everyone in the hall were stunned.

"Brother Sun, my lady asks you, are you for sale or not?" the maid came back to her senses and asked suddenly.

Only then did the people in the hall suddenly understand, and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang in disbelief.

Brother Sun also looked shocked, and looked up at the woman in front of him.

"You want to buy me?" He asked involuntarily, pointing at himself.

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Note 1: According to legend, tofu originated from the elixir obtained by Liu An, the king of Huainan in the Han Dynasty. Japanese scholars studied "Qing Yi Lu" and believed that it originated in the late Tang Dynasty. The above statement and "Qing Yi Lu" were written by Song people. Tofu records are prevalent in the literature, and the background in this article is simulated as the Tang Dynasty, so the version of the prevailing theory is that tofu has not yet entered the mainstream of cooking. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)