Chapter 47 Twelve Dishes

Mr. Cheng, who was sitting in the upper seat, also looked at Mr. Shen curiously: "Old Shen, I heard that you have tried this chef's cooking. What is it like?"

Mr. Shen stroked his beard and said, "If you want to talk about the taste, it's definitely beyond your imagination, and the things made are also something you have never seen before."

County Magistrate Lei was a little unconvinced: "Old Shen, please don't fool us."

"How dare I deceive the county magistrate? Won't all the lords and guests know about it soon?"

Mr. Cheng was getting a little impatient. While chatting, he would look towards the porch at the back where the food was being served. “Why haven’t you come yet?”

Seeing him like this, Mr. Shen shook his head: "It's not like you to be so impatient."

"You don't know, I don't have any other hobbies except eating. Hearing you say that, I feel like a cat scratching my heart."

"Here they come, here they come." Someone shouted, and everyone present looked towards the porch.

The maid in front was suddenly stared at by so many pairs of eyes that she couldn't even move forward.

Seeing that she didn't move, the maid behind her urged her: "Hurry up and go in, what are you doing?"

The maid in front finally came to her senses, walked to the main table under pressure, and placed the plates on the tray on the table.

Mayor Meng looked at the lid still on the plate and asked, "Does this lid still need to be kept on?"

The maid followed Wen Zhenyi's instructions and said, "Mr. Mayor, Miss Wen said that we should wait until all the dishes are served before opening the dishes, otherwise they will get cold."

Mayor Meng nodded and asked, "How many dishes are there today?"

"Twelve dishes." After saying this, he bowed and retreated.

At this time, the servants also began to place dishes for the guests.

Boss Song looked at the white dishes, then at the white dinner plate lids: "Boss Cheng, why are we using white dishes for such a happy occasion today?"

Mr. Cheng also discovered this problem at this time and frowned slightly: Could it be that Le Sheng, this little bastard, invited his enemies to celebrate his birthday?

He called the butler over and whispered a few words in his ear, and the butler left.

Wen Zhenyi was arranging and serving the dishes.

The housekeeper came to the kitchen and saw that the dishes were also white. His face immediately turned ugly: "Cook Feng."

When Cook Feng saw the butler coming, she quickly greeted him, "Butler."

"What are you doing? How can you use white dishes for the master's birthday? Aren't you cursing the master?"

Chef Feng is now at a loss for words, as she has no say in the matter of the dishes!

"Butler, the matter of the dishes has nothing to do with Aunt Feng. I wanted to use white."

The housekeeper looked at Wen Zhenyi, who was wearing an apron: "Who are you?"

"I'm the chef in charge of this birthday banquet."

When the housekeeper looked at Wen Zhenyi's age, his heart skipped a beat. How could a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old prepare a good birthday banquet? The young master was really fooling around this time.

He looked at Wen Zhenyi but couldn't get angry. After all, he was invited back by the young master. Now he could only think about how to deal with the aftermath.

Cook Feng watched the housekeeper leave angrily, and looked at Wen Zhenyi with some concern: "Miss Wen, this..."

"It's okay, go ahead. After the dishes are served, I will go to the front hall to explain in person." After saying that, he turned and went back to the kitchen.

Chef Feng looked at the other two cooks. If they were not careful about this matter, they might even lose their jobs. However, being able to see the meals cooked by Wen Zhenyi was very beneficial to them.

Mrs. Wen saw her come back: "Yi Yi, what happened?"

"Grandma, it's okay, I'll take care of it."

"Don't be afraid if anything happens, we all support you."

Wen Zhenyi smiled and nodded, then continued with the work at hand.

After the spices in the Four Happiness Bags are fried, the assembly line operation begins, one bag at a time, one fastener at a time, and one plate at a time.

Wen Zhenyi immediately made boiled beef. The spicy aroma filled the entire kitchen yard, making people drool.

The mutton is marinated and fried in a pan. After taking it out, add the orange flesh and stir-fry. Finally, put it into the orange peel and cover it with a lid.

Logically, there should be a process of putting it into the oven, but there is no such process here, so we can only skip this process.

The bean curd skin for the thousand-layer vegetarian dish is also pressed in advance, fried in a pan until dry, and then added with seasonings and simmered until it is tasty and served on a plate.

The white longevity peach is made with red bean paste, flour and vegetable juice, and has a bright color.

She also used broth to make a bowl of longevity noodles specifically for Mr. Cheng.

As for the last dessert, sweet osmanthus and rock sugar pork bones, it has already been stewed and will be served after everyone has finished their meal.

Wen Zhenyi saw that the last dish had been served and took off her apron: "Grandma, I'm going to the front yard. You guys eat first, I'll be back soon."

"Don't you want us to go with you?"

"No need. I don't think Mr. Cheng will make things difficult for me." After saying that, he straightened his clothes and walked towards the front yard with the longevity noodles in his hand.

Mr. Cheng looked at the table full of white dishes, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy.

The maid, under pressure, placed the last dish in the middle of the table: "Master, the dishes are all served."

Just as Mr. Cheng was about to speak, Wen Zhenyi came to the main table carrying a tray.

She observed the people present, walked up to Master Cheng and placed a bowl of longevity noodles in front of him: "Master Cheng, today is your birthday. I wish you a happy birthday every year."

Mr. Cheng looked at her. She was not very old and the clothes she wore had no patches. Although they were washed clean, it was still obvious that they were very old.

"I don't see a little girl like you in my house."

Wen Zhenyi smiled and nodded: "I am the chef in charge of this birthday banquet. My name is Wen Zhenyi."

Mr. Cheng looked at her with his eyes narrowed, wondering what he was thinking about.

County Magistrate Lei looked at her and asked, "Are you Captain Ma's niece?"

Wen Zhenyi looked at him. He had no influence on him, but he nodded: "Yes."

"Your grandpa and his family came with me, but they were in a hurry to go to your house. They didn't expect to run into you here."

"Grandpa and uncle are here?"

"Yes, it seems they are going to fail."

"I'll let my mother and the others go back first."

County Magistrate Lei was also quite curious about this girl who suddenly became more intelligent. "Tell them I'm giving them three days off and they don't need to rush back."

Wen Zhenyi also confirmed his identity at this time: "Thank you, County Magistrate."

County Magistrate Lei smiled and nodded, what a smart girl.

Mr. Cheng looked at the bowl of longevity noodles in front of him. It didn't look like anything special, just plain and simple.

Wen Zhenyi saw the doubt in his eyes and said, "Master Cheng, why don't you try it? After you finish eating, I will introduce today's dishes to you."

"In that case, I'll try it. If it doesn't taste good, I won't give you a penny today."