Although Zhen Xiaoyi's mother liked to eat, her requirements were very simple. She was very picky about food. If she had been picky about food, she wouldn't have been so fat in the first place.
Because of this, her cooking skills will become more and more advanced, because the simpler the tools, the more they can bring out a person's level! !
But now there was a difference: those special ingredients she rarely used were now needed. She was now concentrating on making the most delicious food, something she had never tasted before.
Of course, the biggest proof of her thinking is that she always says when she is cooking, "This is too greasy, Ye Lang doesn't like it."
"This is too stimulating, he will not eat well.
“This taste is not good enough.
"You don't know who we're with yet, do you?" Everyone smiled and said confidently. They had heard a little about this situation, but everyone knew that as long as Ye Lang was there, it would be easy to get Zhen Xiaoyan to cook.
Everyone knows that although Ye Lang and Zhen Xiaoyan are not lovers, at least neither of them thinks they are, and no one else feels such a presence either.
If it were anyone else, everyone would suspect that there was something ambiguous, but for Ye Lang, no one would doubt it. This was a very strange phenomenon.
Regardless of whether there is ambiguity or not, Zhen Xiaoyan is Ye Lang's cook, this is something everyone knows, and everyone also knows that Zhen Xiaoyan prepares food for Ye Lang every day.
Letting Ye Lang come over now would only make Zhen Xiaoyan lose a rule, and that is to deliver food!
"No matter who you are," the waiter continued to speak coldly, but at this moment, the whole restaurant suddenly became lively. This was not because of the arrival of Ye Lang and others, as not many people had noticed their presence at this time. It was only because at this moment, a red cloth was raised in the restaurant with the name of a dish written on it.
"Oh, the lady just made a dish for the guests. If you are lucky and generous enough, you can eat it." Er immediately changed his words and said Xiaozhi, this red cloth is specially customized for Zhen Xiaoyan's dishes. Whenever her dishes are served, this red cloth will be raised.
This is to let people know and be ready to grab this dish!!
Zhen Xiaoyan never cooks more than two dishes a day for her guests, which is why she always causes diners to scramble for them!
"A piece of brocade tofu, starting price is one silver coin!"
The waiter shouted directly, and was not surprised by the low price, because he knew that this was just the reserve price, and the final price would definitely be dozens of times higher, no, it could be hundreds of times higher!
As a hotel with integrity, this reserve price was calculated based on the original price of "one gold coin". Some people directly increased it by a hundred times without any hesitation, and this was just a warm-up!
Empty talk, it's just one gold coin. Among this group of people, it's a drop in the bucket. They usually charge this price for a dish, not to mention that they all want to fight for it now.
"Ten golds".
"twenty".
"I'll give you 100 gold coins," a voice said softly.
"Tsk, only a hundred, I'll pay..." Wait. "Your original one hundred gold coins, although a lot, but not the limit, at least the people present don't think so, they can still double this price."
And a dish like this is simply astronomical in price, costing less than a single silver coin. Speaking of which, even considering how delicious Zhen Xiaoyan's dishes are, it wouldn't seem to justify such a high price. But now that she's famous, that's completely out of line!
"What do you mean by 'you'? Why don't you bid? If you don't, then I'll bid." The person on the side was a little surprised by the man's reaction, but ignored it and wanted to continue bidding.
"I'll bid." What are you doing? If you want to bid, just bid. Why are you holding me back? When that person was about to bid, he was stopped by the previous person.
"First look at who just made the bid!"
"It doesn't matter who it is. Even if the emperor comes, I won't give him face!" The man said arrogantly. When he saw the person who made the bid, he immediately blurted out, "Damn it, why is it this guy! Looks like I won't be able to eat Zhen Xiaoyan's food today!!"
"Hey, why would he come here?
"Damn, that guy must have brought him here. I'll deal with him later."
When the Ye family discovered this situation, they seemed to start talking about it, guessing various reasons, and they simply gave up the bidding, and no one competed with "him".
And he was none other than Ye Lang, the Thirteenth Young Master they were talking about!
"Thirteenth Young Master, you eat Zhen Xiaoyan's food every day, why are you still spending money to compete with us?" someone said helplessly.
"I like spending money." Ye Lang smiled and said directly.
“I know, we all know”
Needless to say, everyone knows the answer to this riddle. He is an alternative spendthrift who will never let go of any opportunity to spend money. I believe no one present would be willing to offend this spendthrift for a dish.
Oh, just give it to him!
"Thirteenth Young Master, please enjoy your meal! I'm sorry I didn't recognize you just now. If you had, the young lady would have prepared a table full of dishes for you!" The waiter brought the plate of assorted tofu, and his expression had changed to a humble and submissive one, no longer with the hint of arrogance he had just said. "I'll tell the young lady you're here right now." The waiter turned and was about to leave.
"No need to trouble her, we're just having a meal and leaving, just let her do her thing." Ye Lang immediately stopped him and said, "Just serve us some of your signature dishes."
"Okay, I understand!" replied the waiter.
I'm so stupid. The Thirteenth Young Master eats the young lady's food every day. Of course he wants to change his taste, but why does he ask the young lady to take the elixir?
It's not just the waiter who thinks so, many people think so. Ye Lang can eat Zhen Xiaoyan's dishes every day. Of course, he doesn't need Zhen Xiaoyan to cook specially for him, but it's good to change the taste!
But, since you don’t want to eat anymore, why did you steal our food!!!
"Xiaolang, I can't tell that you are so gentle!" Only my cousin chuckled and said something that made people a little confused for a moment.
"Eat beggar's food." Ye Lang ignored his cousin, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food, and ate the plate of assorted tofu with relish, which made the people next to him who wanted to eat this dish even more greedy.
"I'll try it too. It sounds so magical, I believe it must be delicious." My cousin also picked up her chopsticks and tasted it.
"It's delicious, it's simply the most delicious food in the world!" my cousin praised, but the praise seemed to be reserved, which made the people present a little dissatisfied.
"Hmm!" Ye Lang didn't notice the question. He just nodded and ate.
"Eat slowly, you look so anxious, and no one is trying to snatch it from you!" The cousin took out a silk scarf and gently wiped the sauce that accidentally stuck to Ye Lang's face, saying with a smile.
"I'll take you to eat better food next time."
Even better, doesn't that mean this isn't good enough? Who on earth is this woman? She says even this isn't good enough?
Come to think of it, how could someone who can be with Thirteenth Young Master be an ordinary person? Maybe he has eaten better food. After all, no one would think that Zhen Xiaoyan’s cooking skills are really the best in the world!
At least everyone knows a few people. In everyone's mind, their cooking skills must surpass Zhen Xiaoyan's. However, they are not people that ordinary people can come into contact with. They are legends, a bit illusory! !
And Zhen Xiaoyan is a person who can be contacted and exists in flesh and blood!
Soon, everyone understood that there was a reason why the cousin was so reserved in praising Zhen Xiaoyan, and this small reason was not because of the cousin, but because of Zhen Xiaoyan herself! !
Zhen Xiaoyan walked out from inside. As usual, she lowered her head and walked outside without greeting others because she was afraid that these people would ask her to do something.
Of course, she wasn't afraid of doing anything. She wasn't someone who was afraid of trouble and she liked to help others, but she was afraid of wasting time. If that happened, "Miss, are you leaving?"
"Well, I've already done it. See you tomorrow!" Xiao Zhen and Xiao Yan replied, "Miss Xiao Yan, could you cook a dish for us too?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know how to cook for others. I'm in a hurry. You can order the dishes here. They're not worse than mine," Zhen Xiaoyan said modestly, and continued to walk away with her head down. She seemed to be very familiar with this situation.
"You don't cook for others, but you should at least cook for him, right?" The people who came with Ye Lang wanted to take advantage of him and bring Ye Lang out.
However, Zhen Xiaoyan did not notice Ye Lang's presence. She thought he was just another boring person who thought he could get special care. She did not even look at Ye Lang.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." Zhen Xiaoyan quickened her pace and walked towards the door.
"Miss Xiaoyan, please look at him first!" someone shouted with a smile.
"Oh, I saw it!" Zhen Xiaoyan took a look, but Ye Lang was eating with his head down at that time, so she didn't seem to recognize him and continued walking.
Just like that, quite unexpectedly, she walked out the door!
"Damn it, couldn't you just tell her that Thirteenth Young Master was here instead of keeping her in suspense?" After a while, everyone realized what was going on and immediately shouted angrily at the man. Yeah, if they had said it directly, Zhen Xiaoyan would definitely have stayed to cook for Ye Lang.
"??? What? Waiter, serve the food quickly!! We're almost done with this dish!!" Ye Lang was completely unaware of what was happening. He just urged for the food to be served quickly and then continued to eat with his head down.
Seeing this situation, everyone lost their temper. They all knew the sexual shackles of this Thirteenth Young Master.
Forget it, let’s talk about it tomorrow.
Please, please calculate it.
Ahem, please give me a monthly ticket.
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