Chapter 181 Restaurant Call

She sighed inwardly, took a few steps forward, and gently patted Liu's back: "Aunt, is this fish from the city's river? I have never seen this kind of fish before."

Sang Yu's method of changing the subject was blunt and direct, but it was enough.

Her voice reminded Liu that there were guests present. She felt embarrassed to continue feeling sad and reached out to wipe away her tears.

"Yes, I asked Xiao Mao's Aunt Wang to buy some this morning. These fish aren't sold every day, but I just happened to buy a few."

The river in the city runs through the north and south, but not everyone can catch the fish in the river.

All of them had to be consumed by the nobles in the city. Occasionally, there would be a few left over, which would be sold to ordinary people.

Even so, the price is extremely high. Ordinary people cannot afford to eat it on ordinary days, and only those who are slightly wealthier are willing to spend money to buy it.

This shows how much Liu values ​​the friend Liu Mao brought back for the first time.

"Then we are in for a treat today. Auntie, let me introduce you to my father and my eldest brother. They are in the yard."

Seeing that her mood was no longer low, Sang Yu struck while the iron was hot and used the Sang father and son who were guarding the yard to attract Liu's attention.

We have to coax her out first. As for what she eats and whether she can eat well, that’s not important.

"Why don't you invite me in to sit down? Mao'er, come with me to pay your respects."

Unexpectedly, there were two guests left in the yard, so Liu quickly tidied up her messy hair and clothes.

According to the rules in the capital, men from outside the family and women from the family cannot live in the same room.

But the place is remote, and neither side is rich, so they don't follow those rules.

At first, Sang Yu was worried that Sang Yongjing wouldn't be able to speak, but she didn't expect that he never mentioned Liu's illness, but talked about the local customs, eating habits, and the children in the family, and they could actually chat.

Liu Mao's cooking skills are not as good as Sang Yu's. The food he makes is not terrible, but it is definitely not delicious either. Fortunately, he never planned to cook for himself from the beginning.

I made a reservation in advance at a restaurant that was inexpensive and had good food, which was the takeout in later generations.

When it was almost time for dinner, there was a knock on the door: "Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, are you home? The meal you ordered has arrived."

The door bolt had not been put back since Liu Mao returned home. At this time, the door was only half-closed. He went to open the door and lead in the restaurant waiter who was delivering the food.

The servant took out the warm meals one by one from the five-layer mahogany food box in his hand and placed them on the table. He then took out a few small plates and poured some common seasonings such as salt, sugar, and dogwood powder into them. Finally, he took out five sets of tableware and arranged them neatly.

After everything was arranged, he bowed and went out carrying his empty five-layer food box.

After watching the whole process, even Sang Yu, who was used to the takeaway services in later generations, couldn't help but be amazed.

What a great service awareness! They even considered the customer's taste for saltiness and prepared special seasonings. I just don't know how much this order will cost.

"Now that the food is here, let's eat first and talk while we eat."

Liu was not at all surprised by this request. Liu Mao had discussed this matter with her yesterday and she agreed.

These meals do not conflict with the fish soup she specially prepared, as they are both thoughtful gestures.

The fish soup was finally served in the pot. After all, it was just a little less soup, not bad.

Liu Mao had eaten at this restaurant before. He was not a person who paid much attention to food, but he would still buy some big dishes during the New Year.

One is to nourish my mother, and the other is... to offer sacrifices to our ancestors.

In the past, he always thought these dishes were delicious, but today, when Liu Maogang picked up a piece of braised pork and took a bite, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Was it his imagination? Why did the meat taste so bad?

In fact, it was not just him. Except for Liu and Sang Yu who remained calm, everyone at the table had an unconcealable look of sadness on their face.

Especially for the father and son of the Sang family, after being accustomed to Sang Yu's cooking, it would be too much to ask them to eat this fishy pork.

If it weren't for the fact that these meals were specially prepared for them by Liu Mao, they would have put down their chopsticks and left long ago.

Sang Yu was much calmer than them. Knowing that the fishy smell of the pork could not be removed, she didn't even think of picking up a piece to try. She just kept eating the vegetarian dishes.

It’s true that the cooking skills of this restaurant are quite good. They match fresh seafood with dried seafood, which makes the food even more fresh without making you feel sick.

As expected, if you can open a restaurant in the city, how can you not have a few signature dishes to keep the place together? Don’t underestimate anyone.

While eating and chatting, Liu asked them curiously how they got to know Liu Mao.

Sang Yongjing and Sang Xingjia looked at each other, both smiled awkwardly, and no one dared to speak.

Fortunately, Sang Yu picked up the conversation in time: "I was targeted by bad guys when I was setting up a stall before. Thanks to Brother Liu who came to my rescue, we gradually became familiar with each other."

"Oh, so there's a connection there. Our Mao'er is kind-hearted, just like his father."

Liu didn't doubt her words at all, and continued to talk about some past events when her husband was still alive.

Just as the dinner was about to turn into a memorial meeting for her late husband, Liu Mao interrupted in time: "Mom, eat more food, we have things to do later."

The meal took almost an hour to finish, and there were still a lot of leftovers.

Even though there were dozens of delicious dishes in front of her, Liu couldn't eat much.

After the meal, her spirits were obviously not as good as before, but she still tried to stay strong and entertain the guests.

Knowing her well, Liu Mao knew that she was tired and wanted to rest. He said hello to Sang Yu and then forced her back to her room to rest.

Suddenly, only the three members of the Sang family were left in the lobby. Sang Yongjing breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the leftovers on the table, and patted his half-full stomach.

"I've been eating Yu'er's cooking for a while now, and my taste has become so picky that I can hardly even eat restaurant food. What a shame for all the delicious food on the table."

Sang Yu was quite full. She was not the kind of person who liked to put others down to elevate herself. The other person's vegetarian dishes were indeed remarkable.

"It's not that exaggerated. The vegetarian dishes are still very good."

"If you ask me, I should open a restaurant. It will definitely be the most popular restaurant in Lingnan City."

Sang Xingjia's words were not meant to be flattering at all. He felt from the bottom of his heart that Sang Yu's craftsmanship was fully capable of achieving this.

No matter how humble and sober a person is, he cannot withstand the continuous praise from two people.

Sang Yu waved her hand: "Okay, I understand what you mean. I'll buy some good food before I go back tonight and cook a table for you."