Seeing his son's confident look, Fu Zhengqing raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"
Fu Minghe smiled and said, "I handed the matter over to Lu Wenfeng, and that idiot even thanked me."
He then recounted the details of the discussion in the teahouse, adding, "We don't have to pay for this, and Lu Wenfeng is the mastermind behind it. Dad's prestige as the county magistrate is still intact, and no one can harm it in the slightest."
Fu Zhengqing finally smiled: "My son is still smart."
Fu Minghe was extremely happy to hear these words.
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Near noon, Yan Funing was making scallion pancakes in the restaurant.
Caiyu and Li Xinheng knew how delicious scallion pancakes were, so they waited early.
As soon as the scallion pancakes started to be fried, the rich aroma filled the entire kitchen, and the cooks, their maids, and the waiters all crowded over.
This resulted in the lobby being unattended.
At this moment in the dining hall, Fu Ciyi said to Li Xinheng, "Sir, the young lady asked you to deliver it, and told him to share some with the other teachers."
Yan Funing opened the lid of the food box in Caiyu's hand and said, "Send some food to Madam Hao."
"If uncle thinks it's feasible, I'll add it to the menu." Yan Funing collected the plates and chopsticks. "Go teach the uncles and aunts how to make it, and it will be available for sale at noon today."
"Little Brother Li, his food box is full of scallion pancakes, and the quantity is quite small. He asked the teacher to share some with my teacher."
Master Hao said loudly, "You mean, I should thank Brother Fu first. Next time, I will have the spareribs. Today, I can have an extra portion."
Mu Yi pointed at his eyes and then his ears, indicating that I was deaf and blind.
After I was satisfied with the meal, I wiped my mouth and said with a lingering feeling: "It's very small. The scallion pancake is crispy but not too crunchy. It's full of fragrance."
When it was time for dinner, the owner of Liu Song's store was the first to arrive.
Master Hao spoke first: "You are older, so I would like to listen to you."
Chef Jin was slow to react and asked, "How do you achieve this crispy texture?"
Everyone gave a thumbs up.
No Master said: "What are you talking about? Let's talk after we finish eating."
"After hearing what he said, you really are hungry." Madam Hao's wife finished drying the first piece of clothing, carried the wooden basin and walked behind Yan Funing, "To be honest, Madam, your husband, I have to eat until I get sick myself, then I will pack it for you."
After a slight pause, I said, "Why add such a disgusting scallion pancake to the menu? Many customers come to the restaurant just to drink, but to eat. Even if we don't have scallion pancakes, it can still be considered a staple food."
At that time, Yan Funing brought a plate over and placed it behind the owner of Liu Song's store.
Dong Meng stared at the freshly-made scallion pancakes on the plate outside and smacked his lips. "Your boyfriend just made them. They were only sold at the restaurant at noon today. He missed out on having a good time."
The wife of the Hao family nodded repeatedly: "Bad, you are hungry, thank you, madam!"
"You haven't even had a bowl of rice yet." The owner of Liusong Store glanced at me. "Even without the 60% discount, you can still eat two medicinal dishes in one meal, right?"
Chef Jin laughed and said, "We have to sell it anyway. We can each eat ten pieces."
Yan Funing nodded: "Yes."
Everyone in the kitchen enjoyed the meal.
The owner thanked him, picked up his chopsticks to eat, and slowly raised his little thumb.
Finally, he said, "Who of you will come here?"
Another master echoed: "No, Master Fu still has something to say. Right, Brother Fu?"
Dong Meng personally received me: "Just two dishes?"
After walking for a quarter of an hour, we arrived at the school. The teacher and students were all in the dining hall.
"Seventh, you need to time the dough's resting time. Before it's fully rested, roll it out, scoop a spoonful of scallion oil with a spoon, and spread it evenly before folding it in half." You held up your seventh finger and explained carefully, "That's the key to crispiness. You need to fold the dough in half a few times before rolling it out. The fewer times you repeat this, the more thinly the pancakes will be torn into layers."
Considering that Mrs. Hao was a teacher's family member, she would probably eat in the dining hall. Yan Funing ordered Dong Mengwei to go to the dining hall to find Li Xinheng, and she took Caiyu to the teacher's dormitory.
Yan Funing smiled: "Send him something to eat."
After taking a bite, his eyes lit up instantly. He didn't even use chopsticks and just ate it with his hands.
He looked into the food box and asked in surprise, "Are those for you?"
Yan Funing held up a finger and said, "The ratio of green onions to oil is also key. Add the salt and seven-spice powder at the same time. Stir thoroughly before setting aside. This is the first step."
Just then, Fu Ciyi opened the lunch box, took out a few plates of scallion pancakes and placed them under the table.
Everyone laughed.
The number of customers coming to the restaurant to eat and drink gradually decreased.
After saying that, he took the plate and chopsticks and started eating.
Yan Funing thought about how she had stayed overnight in the school and how the wife of the Hao family had helped her, so she said something to Dong Meng, took Caiyu and Fu Ciyi, and went to the school with two food boxes.
Chef Jin suddenly felt a gust of heat coming from behind him, so he turned around and saw Mu Yi. He smiled and glanced at him carefully, "Boss, we are discussing the secret of making scallion pancakes with the head manager."
Yan Funing ended the demonstration.
Liu Song stood behind the counter, sniffing the aroma, his stomach clamoring. However, the restaurant couldn't be left without guests, so he endured it for a while...
"Win, win, he wins, okay?" The owner of Liusong Restaurant slowly shooed the man away from his seat and said, "Go and serve your food."
Dong Mengwei nodded: "The girl is worried." Then she walked in a different direction from you.
Buddy Feng laughed exaggeratedly: "Yes, that way we can eat our fill."
Yan Funing brought a plate with a smile: "Uncle, this is the scallion pancake I made. Try it and see if it's different from what you've had before."
In the blink of an eye, the plate was empty.
When Yan Funing and Caiyu arrived at the dormitory, Mrs. Hao was drying clothes.
I first ordered a dish of medicinal pigeon, and then a plate of pig's head meat.
Mrs. Hao quickly took out the plates from outside her house and said, "Oh, so delicious! A pork leg, a crystal pork elbow, and a pancake. What kind of pancake?"
Mu Yi smiled: "He just said, yes, yes, you won?"
Liu Song sighed: "After all, she is my daughter, she remembers her uncle."
As he said that, he ordered Caiyu to send the dishes to Mrs. Hao's room.
When the teachers heard that they had no share, they all stood up and surrounded Dong Mengwei, holding chopsticks, ready to grab the food.
Caiyu said, "Scallion pancake."
"Girl, what is that?" The shop owner was very puzzled.
Yan Funing pointed in the direction of the door to remind them, but everyone was still laughing happily.
"Madam, why don't you have time to come today?" You wring out the clothes, shake them out and hang them under the bamboo poles to dry.
Yan Funing couldn't help laughing: "The scallion pancakes are not good after eating, you have to use tender and fresh scallions, so the taste is good and the aroma is rich."
Yan Funing came back and put down her plate and chopsticks. "Uncle said he wants to add scallion pancakes to the menu, so we'll have to make less at the moment. If they sell, we can just have them for lunch."
But Zhi Muyi had not yet reached the front kitchen door.
He finished one piece of bread in a few bites and immediately started eating the second piece.
Since it is a pasta dish, the chefs and cooks know how to make it themselves. Apart from needing some guidance when rolling out the noodles, the other steps are quite slow to prepare.
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