I don’t know if I really have a fate with China’s diligent work, but even if I eat mahjongfu, I can bring up a “Huacuiju”. Zhou Dong was speechless.

Hearing Cheng Xiaoling's meaning, Mr. Qian on Hua Cuiju's Ming's face should have something to do with Master Cheng, and he also asked him to come out to make a dish of "stinky tofu". The taste of the tofu is already a bit strange. If you add a stinky tofu, who will poison him?

However, this matter has nothing to do with him. I have eaten the tofu from Zhen Siyanjing and am very satisfied. Now it is equivalent to the teacher saying goodbye and everyone can leave. Although the Fan family has changed their attitude sharply recently, they have frequently shown goodwill to him. Even after hearing that he was coming to Kyoto, Fan Mingren took the initiative to cancel the appointment, but Zhou Dong didn't want to have anything to do with the Fan family.

However, Teacher Yu is good at everything, but he is too curious. Sometimes he is like a big child, but he doesn't take the initiative to say goodbye. Instead, he asked in a gossip: "You're so mature, you haven't made stinky tofu in many years, right?

This kind of "dark food" with a smaller audience than stinky tofu is not something that ordinary people can get used to. "Huacui Palace" has always been on high-end routes, and customers are either rich or noble. How can they eat this dish?

Is this the customer crazy, or is this money always crazy?"

When Lao Guo opened the "Guo Family Cuisine", he also visited "Huacuiju". Teacher Yu naturally went with him. Even after seeing the price of the dishes, he had to say that it was really not cheap. "Stinky tofu" in such a high-end restaurant? Is this the end of the world coming?

Master Cheng smiled bitterly and said, "How can I know this? Speaking of which, I have no intersection with the money from "Huacuiju".

But Xiaoling, like her deceased mother, loved Diao Gong the most, and she pestered me to learn, but how could I do it? She went to Huacuiju to beg her repeatedly, and finally she worshiped Master Yu of Huacuiju and became his apprentice..."

Teacher Yu was stunned: "Is it Master Yu Min?

That is the first carved knife in Kyoto. It is said that the entire Qingming River Map was carved on a piece of tofu, which was awesome! It turned out that Xiaoling worshipped him as his teacher?"

"It was Master Yu who gave her face, saying that Xiaoling is quite talented and accepted her as an inner disciple."

Master Cheng said: "As a result, Xiaoling became Master Yu's inner disciple. 'Huacuiju' directly offered Xiaoling a high salary of 800,000 yuan per year. This girl was so proud that she bought a house by the side of the Fifth Ring Road, and urged me to come and live every day."

"But you just refuse to promise me to live there. What's the point of staying in this old yard..."

Cheng Xiaoling pouted, your daughter is so filial, and you won’t enjoy happiness!

Master Cheng seemed to complain, but in fact he didn't know how satisfied he was. He looked at his daughter with a doting look and said, "It is because of Xiaoling that I always have an intersection with this Qian,"

Not to mention, although he is not diligent, he is still a good person to eat. He has come to me to eat a few times and knows that I have a unique trick of "stinky smoky tofu".

In fact, this 'stinky tofu' is not a dish at all. It's just that the people who sell 'stinky tofu sometimes sell all 'sentences and are reluctant to throw it away', so they tried to deal with it in this way. As a result, they accidentally hit it and were as unique as 'stinky mandarin fish' and 'stinky tofu'. However, in recent years, few people have made authentic 'hard dishes', let alone this 'dark cuisine'. Even I haven't made this thing in several years."

Teacher Guo shook his head and said, "If you say this, then this matter is too strange. As the saying goes, "Dog meat is not on the table." Is it unreasonable to serve customers with "stinky tofu" in the top hotels like Huacuiju?

Lao Yu, you have a wider connection than me. Have you ever heard of any rich man in China who likes this?”

Teacher Yu shook his head: "I have never heard of this. There are a few rich people in China who have some quirks. Some who love to eat instant noodles in star-rated hotels and pancakes and green onions. It is probably rare to have such a heavy taste."

Shang Qingxiong was curious when he listened, gently pulled the corner of Zhou Dong's clothes and said, "Old Zhou, have you eaten this 'stinky tofu'? It sounds very challenging."

"I haven't eaten it, but I can imagine it."

Zhou Dong said lightly.

"Tell me, what's the stinky way?"

"It looks like shit from a distance, but it still smells shit from a near distance. I'll try it boldly, but it turns out it's not shit!"

Zhou Dong said: "Check it carefully and you will find that it smells so good! This is the characteristic of this type of food. Are you interested?"

Shang Qingxiong frowned and thought for a long time: "Although what you said was disgusting, I still want to try it. Is it strange that you said it is strange?"

Teacher Yu was exactly what Master Cheng thought. He looked at his daughter and said, "Is there a customer who ordered this 'stinky tofu'?"

"Dad, how did you know? You guessed it too right!"

Cheng Xiaoling looked at Zhou Dong and the others, as if there was something unspeakable. She ran to her father and whispered. She was a young girl with a young bud, and she was not only not as sneaky, but also a bit cute.

However, Master Cheng blushed and gently pushed his daughter away: "If you have something to say, what are you doing sneakily? Are you saying that the customer who ordered this dish is quite famous and said he would pack it and take it away. Mr. Qian guessed that he didn't eat it himself?"

"Yes, Mr. Qian asked him to come,

Dad, you haven't seen Mr. Luo. He dressed like a little old man, wearing a handmade gown and a purple cage in his left hand, and a bird cage in his right hand. He looked at people with his eyes and a snorted nose and answered... Even when Mr. Qian talked to him, he looked like this."

"This is how it's done?"

Master Cheng frowned: "You just said that his surname was Luo?"

"Yes, are you weird? Dad? I have seen many rich people in Kyoto at Huacuiju. I have never seen them before and heard from my master, but I have never heard of this surname Luo."

Cheng Xiaoling waved his hand and said, "Oh, don't care. Anyway, Qian said that he wanted to ask Dad, you can do something for a favor. He just made 'stinky tofu', and it's not troublesome."

"Hmph, please, please, little girl, what do you understand?"

Master Cheng shook his head and said, "When I go back, I tell you Mr. Qian, I haven't made this 'stinky tofu' for many years. Besides, I'm not too late to prepare now. I'm short of materials at hand. Let him ask Gao Ming to ask him for another one."

"Dad! What materials are missing? Huacuiju?

I promised Mr. Qian, you can do it for a favor..."

"I can't help with this!"

"Dad, how could you do this?"

Cheng Xiaoling was so angry that she stomped her feet. It was over. The old man was stubborn again. How could he explain to Mr. Qian!”

Teacher Yu thought for a while and said, "The surname of Luo... is a long robe, mandarin jacket, and a cage to hold a bird? Old, are you worried that he is..."

"Teacher Yu is a big player, do I need to say this? Isn't it this master?" Master Cheng said with a wry smile.

"If it were him, it would be better to be less involved."

Teacher Yu nodded: "Xiaoling, it's not your father's fault,

You are also "old Kyoto" and have been in "Huacuiju". You should also know that there are a group of players in Kyoto that play the most, and sometimes you can even play your life and your life?
Chapter completed!