Chapter 218 Food Tasting
The few of them hit it off immediately. After entering, they found that there was not even a waiter in the shop to greet customers. Looking around, they found that the decoration of Huajianzui was elegant, except for a man sitting in the corner near the window in the backyard, who was reading a book.
"Is this brother here to drink too?"
Looking up at the few people, Xu Qingye looked through the window towards the backyard.
"Tang'er, a guest is coming."
“Here I come.”
Song Yuntang, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the noise and hurriedly handed the frying chicken in his hand to Chen and trotted to the front hall.
She looked apologetic.
"Everyone, our shop is tasting the food today and will open tomorrow. You can come back tomorrow."
The men were polite and just asked, "Miss, what dish are you cooking now? It smells so delicious."
“It’s crispy chicken.”
Crispy Chicken is the name Song Yuntang gave to fried chicken.
She thought for a moment, then said, "I just made one. If you don't mind, could you please sit down and help me taste it? It's free."
"What's your last name, young lady?"
"Your surname is Song."
When the seven scholars heard this, they nodded quickly.
"Okay, if it tastes good, we will definitely come to support Miss Song when the store opens tomorrow."
Song Yuntang invited everyone to a larger table and poured each person a small cup of sour plum soup in an exquisite porcelain cup that she had specially selected.
Sour plum soup is sweet and sour, appetizing and can also relieve greasiness. It is a perfect match with fried chicken.
Afterwards, she returned to the backyard, chopped up half a fried chicken, and cut it into small pieces to make it easier for several people to take. Then she put a layer of oil paper on a small bamboo plate, put the crispy chicken cut into small pieces on it, and brought it to the front hall.
"Try it, and if there is anything wrong, please let me know."
Half a crispy chicken is not much, and after cutting it into small pieces, it is only enough for one piece per person.
The seven scholars picked up their chopsticks, each picked up a piece, put it in their mouths and took a bite. The crispy chicken just out of the pan had crispy skin and tender meat. They immediately opened their eyes wide in surprise.
“It smells good and tastes delicious!”
After eating a piece, I wanted to pick up more, but the small bamboo plate was empty.
A few people put down their chopsticks embarrassedly and gave Song Yuntang a thumbs up.
"This crispy chicken dish of yours tastes delicious. I wonder when the store opens tomorrow? We will definitely come to support it."
In fact, when Song Yuntang saw the expressions of several people, he knew that it must taste good.
"We will open tomorrow. The crispy chicken is limited to 30 pieces per day. If you want to eat it, you have to come early."
The scholars were puzzled.
"Why is the girl only selling thirty of these delicious things?"
Song Yuntang smiled politely and said, "The supply is limited, and it takes a lot of time and effort to make them. It's not easy to make thirty every day."
"It seems that if you want to eat Miss's crispy chicken, you have to come earlier tomorrow." Several people drank the sour plum soup in their cups, stood up and bowed to Song Yuntang, "Thank you for your hospitality today, we will come again tomorrow."
"Everyone, take care."
After Song Yuntang sent the others out of the shop, he looked towards the backyard and said, "Sister Xier, Sister Xia, please bring the noodles and the other half of the fried chicken over to eat."
"Hey, here I come."
Xier and Tao Xia had just brought the noodles and fried chicken to the table when a voice came from outside the shop.
"Old Pan, I haven't been here for more than 20 days. How come your place has changed so much? What did you cook today that smells so good?"
Song Yuntang looked back and was stunned for a moment when he saw the monk looking around the shop while talking.
The drinking monk that Uncle Pan mentioned before was actually him?
Liao Wu looked around the shop and when he looked intently at the girl in front of him, he was stunned.
"Miss Song is here too."
Song Yuntang nodded slightly, "Master Liaowu still remembers me?"
"Remember, Miss Song is so special, of course I remember her." Master Liaowu laughed and stepped into the shop.
Xu Qingye put down the book in his hand and asked, "Master Liaowu, are you here to drink?"
He met Master Liaowu in Uncle Pan’s tavern.
When he was eighteen years old, Master Liaowu dragged him and Uncle Pan to drink. When he was drunk, he said in a daze that a disaster was about to happen to him, and if he survived, he would be successful in the future. He did not take his words seriously at the time, and just thought that this old bald donkey was drunk and made up stories. Unexpectedly, he fell ill not long after.
Liao Wu looked at Xu Qingye, then at Song Yuntang.
Although he was in a quiet place of Buddhism, he had heard about Xu Jia Dalang getting married. Today, he saw both of them appear in this tavern.
Is this... the wife follows the husband's lead?
He laughed and walked towards Xu Qingye, "You said you wanted to drink, so why did you bring your wife with you?"
Xu Qingye quickly corrected his words.
"I'm not here to drink, I'm here to accompany her."
Master Liao Wu sat down in front of him and said, "This, you don't want to drink anymore?"
Xu Qingye glanced in the direction of Song Yuntang, then turned to look at Master Wu, "Drinking too much is harmful to your health, so you should stop drinking when you have enough."
Liao Wu stroked his beard and said, "I didn't expect that after your illness, you would start to cherish your life."
Xu Qingye smiled and shook his head.
It's not that he values his life so much, but he thinks that the girl is still young and he is so much older. He should try to stay healthy and spend more time with her. Husband and wife share the same fate. If something happens to him, she will be left alone and helpless, which is pitiful.
"Uncle Pan has already transferred this wine shop to Tang'er. Master, just tell her what kind of wine you want to order."
Master Liao Wu was stunned.
"Old Pan doesn't sell wine anymore?"
Xu Qingye said calmly, "He passed on the shop and the wine-making skills to Tang'er. The wine we sell now was all brewed by Uncle Pan."
"I see."
Master Liao Wu saw that the dishes and chopsticks had been placed on the table next to him, so he stood up and looked at the food on the table. Especially when he saw the golden half fried chicken on the table, he was drooling with greed.
Tao and Chen had never seen such a greedy monk. Out of respect for monks, they took a few steps back and dared not go forward.
Song Yuntang looked at Master Wu.
"Master, would you like to try our new dishes too?"
Master Liao Wu nodded quickly.
"Try it. Try it."
Song Yuntang smiled and was not surprised that monks wanted to eat meat. She brought two bowls of noodles and placed them in front of Xu Qingye and Master Liaowu, and asked Chen to go to the kitchen to get a fried chicken that was just being fried and was being drained of oil, and asked Tao Xia to cook another bowl of noodles.
Lao Wu, who has always loved meat, was really greedy when he saw the fried chicken. He tore it in half and took a bite directly in his hand.
"Delicious!" He looked at Xu Qingye, pointed at the fried chicken in his hand and said, "I didn't expect there would be something so delicious in the world!"
Xu Qingye just ate the noodles in the bowl slowly and said something without raising his head.
"Master Liaowu, after you finish eating, just remember to pay."
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