"Of course the girl will blush!" Rourou wiped her face messily, then hurriedly looked at Ren Yue's white handkerchief in her hand, afraid that something might get on her when she wiped her face just now.
"Are you a girl too? Hehe, I thought you could only cook!" Ren Yue smiled narrowly.
"Such a shameful thing, anyone else would blush!" Rourou took a deep breath, and wanted to respond to Ren Yue, but when she looked up, she saw Ren Yue's empty, deep eyes, stars A little bit of luster, glowing with peach blossoms.
"It's obvious that you did it, so what's the shame! You won't be able to hold on to such a small scene. If your business grows in the future, and if you go to the capital, if you cook for the emperor, let's see where you hide!" Ren Yue's voice Although it was still calm and calm in the past, there was some warmth and softness in it.
"The capital? Imperial meal?" Rourou raised her eyes again, those clear and clean eyes were full of surprise and longing.
"What? Are you scared?" Ren Yue smiled slyly.
"Who's afraid? I can't wait to enter the palace!" Rou Rou raised her head, looking at Ren Yue firmly.
"Hehe, enter the palace? You're not ashamed, do you want to be the emperor's concubine?" Ren Yue's long and narrow eyes were slightly curved, and a faint pink was flying from the corners of his eyes.
"Who wants to enter the palace to be the emperor's concubine!" Wen Rou was slightly annoyed, she turned her head away and ignored Ren Yue.
"Hehe, then why are you looking forward to entering the palace so much?" Ren Yue still stood where he was, with the same sly smile.
"Mr. Ren's memory is really bad. Didn't you just say that if the business grows bigger in the future, you can cook for the emperor when you come to the capital! Entering the palace, not only can you be a concubine, but you can also be an imperial cook!" The gentle and beautiful female voice, faintly The echo echoed in Ren Yue's ears.
"Hehe, there have only been male imperial chefs in the palace since ancient times. Miss Wen has such an ambition, and her words are amazing. Ren Yue admires it. If Miss Wen really becomes an imperial cook in the future, Ren Yue would like to fulfill Miss Wen's wish." Ren Yue smiled lightly . The corners of the mouth were raised, and the thin lips curved in an elegant arc.
"Is it possible to wish for anything?" Gentle asked.
"En." Ren Yue nodded slightly, smiled without saying a word.
"Is this true?" Wen Rou was worried and confirmed again.
"One word from a gentleman will never change until death." Ren Yue stood quietly in front of Wen Rou, his warm eyes brushed Gentle's face like flowing water.
The delicate and slender girl in front of him had firm eyes.
Hehe, entering the palace, the royal chef...these two are the same. For a girl who was born in the common people, I am afraid that it is impossible to fulfill her wish in this life!
Ren Yue secretly smiled in his heart.
However, this girl looks very special, maybe it will be it!
Zuixianlou in the provincial capital is located in the downtown area. The passing crowd was in a hurry, because Duan Qi made such a fuss, which invisibly raised the reputation of Zuixianlou.
There is only one restaurant opposite, and I don't know how many owners have changed.
No one has ever been able to withstand Duan Qi's challenge.
But now, this restaurant called Zuixianlou has opened so quietly.
Crowds come and go all day, full of praise.
In the dim night, after seeing off the last wave of guests. The chefs, apprentices, and waiters in the back kitchen of Zuixianlou can finally sit down and have a meal.
"Chef Wen, sit down and rest for a while! It's been a busy day today!" Shopkeeper Li greeted.
"No, I have something to do at home today, so I'll leave after work. Take your time!" Wen Shouzheng smiled and waved his hands to leave.
"The soft girl stays here. Let's go after dinner!" Zhu Zi giggled invitingly.
"I..." Wen Rou stood there for a moment, not knowing whether to go or stay.
"Hey, Rou'er is also going back with me, so take it easy! See you tomorrow!" Wen Shouzheng immediately tugged at Wen Rou's sleeve, and his eyes signaled Wen Wen.
"Oh... ah... There is indeed something at home today. Rou'er will leave first, everyone take it easy." Although Wen Rou is not very clear, she followed Wen Shouzheng to smooth things over.
The father and daughter left the Zuixian Tower one after the other, and then walked back home side by side.
"Father, what good thing did you follow?" Along the way, he gently and mischievously bounced around Wen Shouzheng.
"You girl, you really deserve to be my daughter, hehe, it really shines at one point." Wen Shou smiled face-to-face with no shame, and then continued: "Isn't this the opening of the Zuixianlou! Yesterday I saw the shopkeeper Li enter A big pig, hehe, no, I just cut a piece of good pork belly and brought it home to satisfy your gluttony." Wen Shouzheng said, patting his chest lightly.
Gentle eyes glanced over, and saw his father's chest protruding, slightly undulating, if he didn't look at his face, he would have thought it was a middle-aged woman.
Gentle couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.
"You girl, you're laughing so hard!" Wen Shouzheng knew that there was nothing good about gentle laughter. Although it was his own obedient behavior, which was not very glamorous, it was still a little embarrassing to be laughed like this by his own daughter.
"It's nothing, it's nothing, Dad, I just thought about the deliciousness of pork, and I laughed for a while." Rourou covered her stomach with one hand, and waved the other hand slightly.
When he raised his head again, he saw Wen Shouzheng's slightly protruding chest again, and couldn't help it again, and laughed again, and then he couldn't help it, so he simply turned his face away, and then he stopped laughing.
"Mother! Brother! We're back!" Wenrou yelled as soon as she entered the door.
"Wen Shouzheng, you are so old! Zuixianlou has only opened for two days, and you came home to eat! It will really save money for your employer!" Zhou Shi saw Wen Shouzheng returning with tenderness, His face suddenly sank.
"Mother, look at what you said!" Wen Ting came over when he heard the words, first comforted Mrs. Zhou, and then moved to Wen Shouzheng's side, and continued: "Father, what delicious food did you bring back?"
"Hey, you kid! You have a sharp nose! Wait, I'll cook meat for you later!" Wen Shouzheng pushed Wen Ting with half anger and half smile, and pulled Wen Rou straight into the kitchen.
"Father, why don't we eat together when Uncle Cai comes back!" He smiled softly.
"You girl, are you out of your mind? Can outsiders know about this kind of thing?" Wen Shouzheng's face darkened.
"Oh." Rourou pretended to nod, and said in her heart, Uncle Cai has been with you for some time, but with your flirtatious brats, Uncle Cai and you are just black and white! You two laugh at fifty steps and laugh at one hundred steps, don't talk about anyone else!
"Father, have you cooked all the meat?" Rou Rou raised her face, her eyes sparkling.
"Make half, keep half! Eat good things slowly!" Wen Shouzheng smiled.
Not long after, a strong smell of braised pork wafted through the Wen family's small kitchen.
Accompanied by a pot of rice, the four members of the Wen family ate until their lips were shining, and they forgot to talk for a moment.
The night was getting dark, Wen Shou was hiccupping, and went back to sleep contentedly.
Mrs. Zhou went back to her room to rest after cleaning up the dishes.
Holding a book in his hands, Wen Ting continued to go back to study. An article assigned by Mr. Today has not been completed yet, and it will be checked tomorrow.
Rourou pretended to be carelessly playing with the dishes in the kitchen, but she was actually waiting for Cai Mi to come back and continue to learn new cooking skills.
"Why hasn't Uncle Cai come back?" Ruan Rou waited until Cai Mi was gone, walked to the gate talking to herself, opened the gate of the courtyard, and looked around.
The road was quiet, and there seemed to be a figure not far away, walking slowly towards this side.
"Cai Bo!" Rourou was overjoyed, and ran to meet him.
When she got closer, Rourou could see clearly that the black shadow was not Cai Mi at all, but Sheng Yaoshan who was walking alone.
"General Sheng!" Wen Rou was stunned for a moment, and then saluted immediately.
"Hehe, Miss Wen is good!" Sheng Yaoshan's face was slightly shy, it was the first time he saw Wu Kui of Dazhou, and he was ashamed!
"It's so late, General Sheng..." Ruan felt strange.
"Hehe, I'm not afraid of Miss Wen's jokes when I say it. Yaoshan is a little hungry. Come out and have a look. I can have snacks to fill my stomach." Sheng Yaoshan smiled honestly, and raised his hand to touch his nose.
The moonlight was thick, and under the bright moonlight, Sheng Yaoshan's handsome face was covered with a faint halo.
"Are you hungry? Could it be that you went out to hang out with Sheng Jiaoxue again during the day, exhausted?" Rourou thought in her heart.
However, it's so late, I'm afraid all the food stalls on the road have been closed!
"If General Sheng doesn't dislike it, you might as well go to the little girl's house for a little while." Rourou thought for a while, then spoke for some reason.
"This...isn't convenient, it's so late..." Sheng Yaoshan felt inappropriate.
"It's okay, Uncle Cai hasn't come back yet, the little girl is waiting for him!" As soon as the words came out, Rou Rou was surprised again, why did she just say that!
"In this case, then Yaoshan will accompany Miss Wen to wait for Uncle Cai to come back!" Sheng Yaoshan thought for a while and agreed.
In Wen's small kitchen, Sheng Yaoshan stood awkwardly, turned his back gently, and gently flipped through the ingredients in the kitchen.
"Gulu." There was a clear stomach rumbling.
Sheng Yaoshan pressed his stomach with his hands in embarrassment.
"General Sheng looks really hungry. Later, the little girl will be here!" Rourou turned and smiled.
"Miss Wen, don't bother, you don't have to cook. If it's convenient, cook a bowl of noodles for me!" Sheng Yaoshan felt his face burning.
It's so embarrassing, how could a girl hear her hungry voice!
"General Sheng, sit down, it will be ready soon!" Rourou smiled again, and comforted Sheng Yaoshan.
I want noodles... It's so late, what kind of noodles should I eat
Wen Rou was thinking, but the speed in his hand was not slow at all.
Kneading noodles, rolling noodles, kneading noodles, stretching noodles, and waking up again.
After a process, it was only in the blink of an eye.
When Sheng Yaoshan looked again, he saw that his gentle left hand was holding a piece of white dough, while his right hand was slowly removing the lid of the stove.
At this moment, the water in the pot is boiling.