The middle-aged man only took a look at Huo Yao, then looked away, turned to Min Yu with a smile and said, "Old Yi knew you were coming, so he came here to handle the spoon himself, and he asked me to tell you that he has developed a new A medicated diet, but it takes a little time, please wait a little longer."
Min Yu heard the words, but took a look at Huo Yao.
Huo Yao was next to him, so he naturally understood that Min Yu's eyes meant asking, so he couldn't help but waved his hand, "I'm not hungry, it doesn't matter if I'm late."
Although the middle-aged man was surprised by this young master Min's attitude towards the little girl beside him, he didn't dare to ask more questions, and said thoughtfully, "I'll get some pre-order snacks later."
"So, it's troublesome." Min Yu nodded slightly.
"You are being polite."
Immediately, the middle-aged man brought Min Yu and Huo Yao into the private room, and then withdrew.
"This restaurant mainly focuses on cooking medicinal food. The diners are quite special, and they basically don't accept strangers." After sitting down, Min Yu introduced it to Huo Yao lightly.
"Medicine?" Huo Yao's face was a little more interested, "There are not many people who can make medicated food now."
Min Yu was a little surprised to hear such a sentence from Huo Yao's mouth, "You seem to be familiar with medicinal food?"
Huo Yao shrugged, "Not really, I just read some of them in books, after all, making medicinal food was mostly used by the court in ancient times. It has a long history, and even if it is handed down, it is not very authentic. "
After a pause, "Of course, if it's passed down from that kind of medicinal food family, it's a different matter." Accidentally, Huo Yao slipped out a few more words.
Min Yu listened, just pursed his lips and smiled.
At this time, the middle-aged man came back with two plates of very delicate pastries in his hands, and put them behind the table of the Eight Immortals.
Huo Yao looked at the two plates of pastries on the table, raised his eyebrows, pointed to one of the plates, and asked, "Is this Xingsu Cake?"
The middle-aged man looked up at Huo Yao in surprise, and nodded, "Yes, it is indeed apricot cake. Almonds and fresh perilla leaves have the effect of nourishing yin and moistening dryness. It is a perfect season to eat."
Huo Yao picked up a piece with her hands, put it in her mouth, and tasted it. There was surprise in her eyes, "The pastry melts in the mouth, and the combination of almonds and fresh perilla leaves tastes sweet but not astringent, not bad."
After hearing the words, the middle-aged man pointed to another plate, "Do you know what kind of pastry this is?"
Huo Yao didn't answer his question first, but directly picked up a piece, took a bite, and then said: "This is Yulu Cake, but it's a pity that the kudzu root trichosanthes powder was not baked too dry, which caused the whole cake to lose its texture and flavor. effect."
After only taking a bite, Huo Yao put the unfinished food on the table with a slightly regretful expression.
Now, the expression of the middle-aged man can no longer be described as surprise, it must be an expert to appreciate such a subtlety, right
"Miss, do you have research on medicinal diet?"
Huo Yao lazily shook his head, "No, it's just that the elders in the family have made it and eaten it a few times."
It is still the kind that is forced to taste.
When the middle-aged man heard the words, he didn't ask any more questions, instead, he quickly left the private room, and when he left, he took away the plate of Yulu Cake that Huo Yao had not rated very well.
When the middle-aged man walked to the door, he happened to meet Zhuo Yun who had parked his car and came back. Seeing the pastry in his hand, he reached out and took a piece and threw it into his mouth.
"This pastry is so delicious." Zhuo Yun praised it.
The middle-aged man just glanced at him silently, turned his head and left.
Zhuo Yun: "..."
I always feel that this look is a bit weird.
(end of this chapter)