This night seems to have been extraordinarily long.
Rourou was still terribly sleepy just now, but now she was tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep. Thinking of returning to the back kitchen tomorrow, my hands were itchy, and I ended up covering myself in the blanket, giggling.
Next door, Wen Shouzheng and Zhou Shi were also tossing and turning, unable to sleep. It's just that one is proud of discovering her daughter's talent; the other is worried about her daughter, for fear that her precious daughter will suffer a little bit of hardship and grievance.
"I said his father, can you stop always hey hey hey, it's so late, it's creepy."
"Damn, don't toss and turn all the time, look, you make the bed feel cold! Ah... Ah."
"It deserves it! Stay away from me!"
Wen Ting was in a good mood. Amidst a series of snores, he chatted with Zhou Gong and his old man until dawn.
The next morning, Wen Ting woke up refreshed and refreshed, wearing the new clothes Zhou had made for him, very energetic.
The blue and gray set off the white skin, and he is naturally handsome!
As soon as he entered the dining room, he found that Wen Shouzheng, Zhou Shi, and Wen Rou were already having breakfast.
"Hey, what's wrong with the three of you, didn't you sleep last night? You've got big dark circles under your eyes!" Wen Ting said loudly in surprise, pointing with his fingers.
"How dare you say it! You think everyone is as heartless as you. Rou'er is going to Zuixian Tower with your father today. How can I sleep as a mother? If it wasn't for you, Rou'er would Going to the restaurant with your father to suffer that much?" Mrs. Zhou rolled her eyes at Wen Ting, and said angrily.
"Oh." Wen Ting touched his nose, shrunk his neck involuntarily, and called out unlucky, then sat down on the stool, reached for a bowl of porridge, took two bites, and asked again: "Mother, give it to me A plate of pickles."
"There's no pickles, let's make do with it, it's pretty full!" Mrs. Zhou looked at Wen Ting today, and which one didn't go her way.
"Isn't there one in front of Rou'er?" Wen Ting was not convinced.
"Rou'er still has dark circles under her eyes, do you want it!" Zhou's fighting spirit was very strong today, and she completely lost her previous image of a loving mother.
"Okay, okay, I didn't say anything."
Wen Ting sighed, picked up the white porridge and put it in his mouth, thinking to finish it quickly and leave, but unexpectedly, just halfway through the drink, Mrs. Zhou was picky again.
"Ting'er, it's not mother who told you that you should look like you're eating, but you're still a scholar, eating like a sow, it's too ugly!"
Wen Ting was dissatisfied: "Mother, what else do you want to say about me!"
Rourou quickly changed the topic: "Mother, why didn't you see Uncle's family?"
Zhou said: "Last night, I left with your aunt to her mother's house. I usually stay for two or three days."
"Where is the second uncle?" Wen Ting also interjected.
Wen Shouzheng snorted and said, "I went out to wander around early in the morning. I'm in my thirties, and I don't have a shape. I don't know what crime my Wen family ancestors did to produce such a thing!" , looked at Wen Ting and sighed again: "It's as worrying as you are!"
Wen Ting was completely speechless.
"Hey, Dad, you've changed into new cotton clothes too." After a while, Wen Ting seemed to have discovered a new continent.
"Nonsense, you have changed, why do I wear old ones?" Wen Shouzheng stared.
"Even the style is the same, mother, I'm a scholar after all, and you don't make me a long gown." Wen Ting made an opinion
"Feibu in the long shirt!" Mrs. Zhou said bluntly.
"Ahem." Rourou almost choked.
"Boy, take it off if you don't want to wear it, and you don't even look at your sister!" Wen Shouzheng shouted.
Wen Ting was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Wenrou, and suddenly found that Wenrou had simply braided her hair, and the gray-blue cotton coat on her body was very familiar.
When I looked at it carefully, I found that it was actually an old padded jacket that I wore.
"Sister..." Wen Ting choked up.
Gentlely smiled and said: "The back kitchen is greasy, this is just right for you to wear."
Mrs. Zhou remained silent, holding the bowl and chopsticks, with a drooping face.
Wen Shouzheng couldn't stand watching from the sidelines, coughed, and persuaded: "His mother, don't be like this, Rou'er and I are going to the kitchen today, not to the cell, no one can die, why are you so sad."
Gentle dizzy, is there such a persuasion? She glanced at Mrs. Zhou, and sure enough, she saw Mrs. Zhou's face darken, then spat hard, and shouted angrily: "Wen Shouzheng, you old bastard, you said such unkind things so early in the morning!"
Wen Shouzheng smiled mischievously, and was about to explain a few words, but saw a white shadow flying towards him suddenly, unable to dodge in time, and hit the door in front of him, but it was Zhou who was furious, and threw a big white steamed bun with his hands.
The steamed buns were steaming hot just out of the pan, and Wen Shouzheng was so hot that he screamed loudly.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ruan Rou hurriedly pulled Wen Shouzheng, and walked out the door while saying, "Mom, let's go."
"This child!" Mrs. Zhou sighed, but she was still a little out of breath, and in the blink of an eye, she was about to find Wen Ting's bad luck again, but found that Wen Ting also took advantage of the situation and had already slipped away.
The prosperity of Xianyang, if you have not seen it with your own eyes, it is difficult to imagine it alone.
The crowded streets are crowded with people, and there are restaurants, shops, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and painting shops on both sides, as well as powder and rouge stalls, all kinds of craftsmen, dough figurines, clay sculptures, clothes, hats, shoes and socks, everything is available.
Even there are many beggars.
However, Wen Rou is most interested in the familiar food stalls everywhere.
Fragrant chaos, thick bean brains, big steamed buns just out of the pan, hot noodles, big fried pastry, candied haws with icing sugar...
Ruan regretted eating too much in the morning, so she could only swallow her saliva while looking greedy!
Drifting through several streets all the way, Wen Shouzheng finally stopped.
"Arrived!"
Following Wen Shouzheng's voice, Gentle raised his eyes and saw a two-story wooden restaurant standing impressively. On it was a thick pear wood plaque with three elegant and vivid characters written on it: "Zuixianlou"!
Rourou sighed in her heart: "Zuixianlou, I'm back again!"
"Morning, Chef Wen!" A dexterous young man with a big nose and small eyes came out of the door, and opened the door curtain with his hand.
"This is the pillar of the running hall!" Wen Shouzheng nodded with a smile, and introduced it to Wenrou as he walked in.
"Brother Zhuzi!" Rourou naturally recognized Zhuzi, in the previous life in Zuixian Tower, Zhuzi took care of her a lot!
"Don't dare to be, dare not be! Chef Wen, this is..." Zhu Zi's small eyes were dribbling, and he took a quick look at Wen Rou, but didn't dare to look more.
"This is the girl's gentleness. From now on, she will learn how to cook with me!" Wen Shouzheng didn't stop walking.
Such a weak little girl came to learn to cook
Zhu Zi couldn't believe it, and stood there in a daze.
Sure enough, he was still the stupid pillar of the day.
Rourou covered her mouth, smiled secretly, and followed Wen Shouzheng to the front hall.
"Shopkeeper Li, this is my daughter, Wen Rou, who will learn how to cook with me in Zuixianlou from now on." Wen Shouzheng pulled Wen Rou and went straight to the cashier.
A shrewd tall man, who seemed to be about the same age as Wen Shouzheng, raised his eyes and glanced casually, and then showed a look of surprise on his face.
"Oh, I've heard that Ling Ai grows and falls like a flower. Seeing her today, she really lives up to her reputation!"
"Hello, shopkeeper Li!" He called softly and well-behaved. In his previous life, shopkeeper Li was kind to his family.
"Hey!" Shopkeeper Li responded with a smile.
"Chef Wen, what did you say just now? Learn to cook!" Shopkeeper Li suddenly reacted.
"Yes, Rou'er learns to cook with me!" Wen Shouzheng replied.
"You are willing to do it! Rou girl, follow your father to learn hard, your father's craftsmanship is amazing!" Shopkeeper Li smiled, but he didn't care about it in his heart. This little girl must be messing around, thinking it's new, and can't pass it. It will be gone in a few days.
Through the spacious front hall, Rou Wen followed Wen Shouzheng to the back kitchen.
familiar smell.
Wen Rou was a little excited, took a deep breath, and looked carefully.
It is still the same as before, with about seven or eight stove holes, and many places are a bit greasy. Although the pots and pans are still a bit messy, the classification of ingredients is still neat.
Familiar layout, divided into inner and outer kitchens, the outer one is a large kitchen for everyone to share; the inner one is a small kitchen for chefs, very private!
Which chef doesn't have a few skills of his own, so naturally he doesn't want others to steal them!
"Chef Wen, Mr. Qiao's family sent someone over, saying that there are a few new cooks in the house, and I would like to ask Chef Wen to go to the house to help out!" Before the back kitchen tour was finished, Zhu Zi ran away in a hurry Come in.
"Shitou, take Rou'er to meet everyone, I'll come back as soon as I go!" Wen Shouzheng stretched out his hand to call Fang Dashi.
"Shopkeeper Li, I'll go to the owner's mansion. If I haven't come back by noon, please arrange for other chefs to take the food!" Wen Shouzheng explained a few words, and followed a young man straight out of Zuixianlou.
Rou Rou followed Fang Dashi and wandered around.
Hearing that Chef Wen's daughter, Ruan Rou, came to learn how to cook, all the masters in the back kitchen put down their fellows one after another, and came forward attentively, asking questions.
Thousands of clothes, ten thousand clothes, no flattery! It is better to be diligent than to be diligent!
When encountering the treasure of the immediate boss's family, the idiot will not show his face.
However, most of them want to come and see how beautiful this "celestial girl" whom Chef Wen talks about all day long is.
The gray-blue cloth clothes couldn't hide her graceful figure.
Simple braids show the true colors of rough jade.
"Hello!" He stretched out a palm gently and generously, and shook it slightly, only then did he notice that inside and outside the back kitchen of Zuixianlou, among the 40 or 50 people in disorder, all of them were in uniform. Tall and fat, short and short, white and fat, and black and fat.
Rourou secretly smiled in her heart, how come I didn't find out that Zuixianlou is so supportive in my previous life, now that I'm learning how to cook here, I won't become a fat girl too!
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