"Aunt Liu!"
On the first floor of Chunxiang Building, Aunt Liu, who was sitting on a chair and kneading her thighs, suddenly heard someone calling her, raised her head subconsciously, and saw Chunhua in the distance trotting over with a face full of tears and laughter.
"What's the matter? Why don't you go to serve the young master, what are you doing here?" Aunt Liu was full of doubts, she had to waste so much tongue to pull the confused young master in, this is the little brother of the fat sheep Can't neglect it.
"No... Aunt Liu, this son... is a little strange." Chunhua's pretty face was really weird, and she wanted to laugh but couldn't.
It was the first time she saw such a strange man, and she came to Yingyingyanyan's spring building, unexpectedly, to eat food, not to... um, to be happy.
And he can eat vegetables as soon as he eats, and he can continue to be happy after eating vegetables, but this girl keeps nagging while eating vegetables.
After listening to Chunhua's description, Aunt Liu also had a wonderful look on her face. Earlier, she heard Bu Fang ask if there was any food in Chunxiang Building, and she thought that Bu Fang was asking in a cryptic manner... It turned out that she might have misunderstood it. .
This girl is really here to eat!
So, Aunt Liu hurriedly walked towards that room with Chunhua, and before she got to the room, she heard the continuous sound of criticism coming from the room.
"Is this Drunken Fragrant Fish or Vinegar Fish? Is it sour to kill people by putting so much vinegar? And why is this fish so hard? It's as good as a person who just cooked it."
"Is this lotus soup? Is this rice paste? It's so thick and it doesn't have any fragrance at all. Do you think it's lotus soup if you put it in a lotus shape?"
"This roast duck, the feathers are not cleaned, do you eat the duck or the feathers?"
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Bu Fang frowned, and every time he tasted a dish, he would complain coldly, his face was full of disgust, and all kinds of disgust for these dishes made the surrounding maids feel a little dazed, these dishes are really rubbish what
Although the chefs of their Chunxiang Building are not as good as the chefs of the real big restaurants in Nancheng, their culinary skills are not in vain. Every dish tastes very good, but in the mouth of this young man in front of him, why is it like rubbish
As soon as Aunt Liu entered the door, she saw Bu Fang who kept scolding her, her face was a little embarrassed, and Qiuyue stood aside, feeling aggrieved.
"Oh, son, what's the matter? Could it be that Chunhua and Qiuyue didn't serve you well?" Aunt Liu sat beside Bu Fang with a smile on her face and said with a sweet smile.
Bu Fang didn't answer her question, but picked up a piece of pork ribs, chewed them, and put the ribs into the bowl.
"The heat of the pork ribs is completely wrong. Are you chefs just learning how to cook? The importance of heat to a dish is self-evident, but his mastery of almost every dish is not satisfactory."
Aunt Liu coughed dryly, and her face was a little ugly. This kid... If you didn't look like a rich man, Aunt Liu, I would have turned against you a long time ago.
"Young Master, our Chunxiang Building is not a restaurant, isn't your requirement too strict?" The smile on Aunt Liu's face also gradually disappeared. Chunhua and Qiuyue stood behind her, pouted and nodded.
Bu Fang's chopsticks reached for the last dish, which was a plate of steamed buns, with a nice aroma.
This dish is called shengjianbao. Flatten the wrinkled side and fry it in a pan with oil until it turns golden. The skin is crispy and the meat is tender.
After taking a bite of the pan-fried bun, Bu Fang raised his eyebrows slightly. The taste of this pan-fried bun is very good, much better than other dishes, but there are indeed too many flaws.
"The dough chosen is too hard, the fried dough becomes hard and clogged, the fragrance is not strong enough, the oil juice inside is not completely catalyzed, and the heat of frying the buns is not well controlled..."
"Young master!"
Aunt Liu looked at Bu Fang who was about to start talking again, she was stunned and interrupted directly.
Bu Fang looked indifferent, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said: "No matter where you are, since you provide dishes here, you must be responsible for the dishes, because the dishes are also one of the means to retain customers. Since as a chef, We must pay attention to every dish, be strict... that is for your own good."
After listening to Bu Fang's words, Aunt Liu's face became even colder. The dishes are just for eating, as long as they can fill your stomach. Isn't it just to fill your stomach and give you strength when you come to Chunlou for dinner? Let's cook some later for everyone Do you understand something
How come there are so many tricks in Bu Fang? Is this kid deliberately making trouble, or is this kid in front of him a professional cook
"My lord, although my Chunxiang Building is a romantic place in Nancheng, it is not a place where people can bully me. Seeing that you look good, I thought it might be some handsome and elegant young master. It seems that this time it is Aunt Liu. Now, you are so entangled in the dishes, you are so picky about the food, and you can still speak clearly and logically, is it possible that you are a cook?"
The more Aunt Liu spoke, the more impolite she became. In the end, she was addressed directly from Young Master to Your Excellency.
However, Aunt Liu was not afraid of tearing her face apart. The power of Chunxianglou in Nancheng was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Those who came here to make trouble basically had no good end.
"That's right, I'm a chef." Bu Fang nodded seriously.
Puchi, Chunhua and Qiuyue behind Aunt Liu immediately covered their mouths and laughed, cook? This guy in front of them is actually a cook. They thought this guy was a rich young master before, and they became complacent, but they didn't expect him to be just a poor cook!
Chunhua and Qiuyue thought that this handsome young man in front of him might be wearing a white robe covered with oil stains like the cooks in the back kitchen on weekdays, and a gray towel covered with gray stains was wrapped around his neck. The flow didn't stop... Immediately, both of them couldn't help shivering.
When Aunt Liu heard this, Dan Feng's eyes widened, and the only smile left on her face disappeared, and she looked at Bu Fang coldly.
cook? This guy in front of him is really just a cook? ! What money can a cook have
"Snapped!"
The more Aunt Liu thought about it, the angrier she became, and she slapped her palm on the table fiercely. The dishes on the table made a sudden crash, and the maids in the room all looked at Aunt Liu timidly.
Chunhua and Qiuyue also took a step back in dismay. They knew that Aunt Liu was angry, and an angry Aunt Liu was very scary.
The two girls glanced at Bu Fang gloatingly, but when they saw Bu Fang's calm appearance, the expressions on their faces suddenly became a little strange.
Bu Fang glanced at the woman who slapped the table in surprise, what did she mean? What happened to the cook? Why does she look down on the cook
"A mere poor cook dares to come to my Chunxiang Building to pretend to be a big head. It seems that if you don't give you some color today, you really think I am Chunxiang Building and you are easy to talk to, right?" Aunt Liu stood up, her chest rose and fell continuously, Said in a cold voice.
Bu Fang frowned, and his face turned cold. This woman is so unreasonable, didn't she force herself in? Why did you come here to pretend to be yourself
"Chunhua, call the guards over here! I have to teach this kid a lesson today, it's a pity that this expensive table was wasted."
Aunt Liu said, Chunhua nodded quickly, she felt that Aunt Liu was angry at the moment, so it was better to be obedient.
"Cook, huh...poor cook." Aunt Liu stared at Bu Fang, shaking her head and sneering.
In fact, she knew in her heart that the cook might not necessarily say he had no money, but she thought Bu Fang was a noble son at first, after all, his temperament and pretty appearance were there.
But when he finds out that he is just a cook, and the difference is too big from the psychological expectation in his heart, he can't help but become angry.
Comparing the cook and the noble son, there is simply the difference between a pheasant and a phoenix, the difference between the underground and the sky.
Chunhua came back soon, and behind her, a group of big men with bare muscles and mandarins swarmed in. The faces of these big men were full of flesh and blood, overflowing with ferocity.
As soon as they came in, the maids in the room shrank back in fright.
"Oh, Aunt Liu, what's the matter, is there any unremarkable person making trouble again? Hehe, the one making trouble this time is still a little boy?"
The big man in the lead looked at Aunt Liu lewdly, and said with a smile on his face.
"Chen Huwei, this kid doesn't have the money to imitate others. He's just a poor cook who dares to come to our Chunxiang Building to show off and cheat, and even despises our Chunxiang Building's food. You can deal with it." Aunt Liu's face softened a little, pointing Bu Fang said coldly.
"Hehe, boy, you are so courageous, you dare to come to my Chunxiang Building to make trouble, you are tired of it?" Chen Huwei stared at him, holding the fire stick in his hand, and stepped on the step with one foot. Sitting on the chair beside Fang, he squinted at Bu Fang.
The guards behind him were also staring at Bu Fang playfully, coming to Chunxiang Tower to make trouble... looking for death
"Clatter."
The teapot was lifted slightly, and the steaming hot tea flowed out from the middle spout and poured into the cup.
Bu Fang held the teacup, took a sip calmly, and smacked his lips. The tea in front of him was the only thing that could barely satisfy him in Chunxiang Tower.
After drinking tea, Bu Fangcai unhurriedly looked at the group of people around him, looking at Chen Huwei who was staring at him covetously and Aunt Liu who was extremely disgusted, the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched slightly.