Brother Yang's eyes fell on the recipe in his hand, and he finally felt hungry in his stomach.

Every dish here seemed to appear before his eyes. Looking at the wonderful words, he felt that every part of his body was clamoring for hunger.

But there are too many dishes, so it is not easy to choose.

Simple as this roasted venison, the recipe is drawn to spread the grease, and the oil drops fall on the stone slabs, the surface is golden, just look at it, and it can be imagined. The thick piece of meat breaks between teeth and the grease fills the mouth.

Who can hear the fallen plum blossoms in Yu Di? What a beautiful name, just by looking at the name, it is worth eating.

The arrangement in the painting is also beautiful.

I can only blame this "recipe" for not being like a recipe, it seems to be a magic trick. With those few words, he becomes less like himself.

Brother Yang's eyes were firmly stuck to the recipe, swaying left and right, and undecided, but it was obvious that he was looking forward to his meal strongly.

It was different from when he was held with delicious food to his mouth countless times before, and he barely pretended to be edible for his brothers' peace of mind.

Gu Xiang chuckled lightly and felt proud.

It seems that her book, well, is well written in the food picture book.

The only disadvantage is that she doesn't know how to make most of the dishes in it.

After all, this recipe is just something she tried to make and play with, preparing for Gu Ji's update of the recipe in the future. It writes a food-related story, imitating some food novels and comics, such as "Chinese Primary School Master" and so on. Anyway, it is an exaggeration to describe food as a way of describing it.

She also stole the dishes inside and took the dishes that Huang Rong made for Qigong in Mr. Jin's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and the delicacies that appeared in Dream of Red Mansions.

Of course, these dishes were arranged in sequence, either interesting or wonderful stories.

After compiling the entire recipe, Gu Xiang also found several painters who were particularly good at painting, and herself, and helped to draw many illustrations together. After the completion, she felt very satisfied. No one she had seen had disliked.

Originally, this was something she had hidden, but after all, it was filled with some of her fantasies. I always felt a little embarrassed to show it to others. This time, I had a moment of thought and gave it to her, the diner. I never thought it would have really played a big role.

The man who was amused just now laughed out loud, even if this thing was not handed over to the other party for nothing.

Brother Yang was holding the recipe, like holding a baby, and was seriously worried that he wanted to choose the dishes better.

"Whoever hears Luomei from this jade flute looks so delicious. It has a good name, but it seems that the ingredients are complicated and a bit expensive."

"Steamed lamb in milk?"

Brother Yang swallowed and drew a circle on this piece with his fingers.

"Canshe?"

Brother Yang nodded and smiled, "Just order this dish. It should be simple and convenient to see the image eggplant."

Gu Xiang smiled and said, "If you want this, you may not be able to do it today."

As he said that, he leaned in through the window and signaled Brother Yang to flip the recipe back: "Countdown... the third page, take a look."

Brother Yang silently turned over the recipe, looked at it and was stunned: "..."

After a while of a moment, he sighed: "I have all the salary I saved on weekdays to fill in this house. If I want to eat this dish, I am afraid I have to borrow money to spend it."

Wang Yan whispered loudly: "It's okay, brother, I'll lend you. I have nowhere to spend money in the past two years. I'm alone, not even a woman. I can't make a baby even if I keep the money, it's useless."

Brother Yang rolled his eyes: "If you lend your money, you can't chatter on my grave. If the chattering time has become a new thing and is included in the history book, wouldn't I want to 'despise for thousands of years'?"

Wang Yan: “…”

Gu Feng

Gu Xiang chuckled lightly, turned his head and muttered to Zhou Xiaoyi in a low voice: "The candidate for doing that is Wang Yan."

Zhou Xiaoyi: “…”

He thought about it carefully and it was true.

Those who really know Brother Yang and those who get close to Brother Yang know that he has a bad temper, but in the Imperial City Department, Brother Yang is famous for being open-minded and generous, gentle, and never quarrels with others. Even if he does something that makes Brother Yang angry, he may not necessarily expose his temper.

But if you do it too much, it won't be possible.

They just wanted Brother Yang to lose his temper, but they didn't really plan to do bad things. In this way, Wang Yan is the best candidate.

Zhou Xiaoyi stared at Wang Yan for a while and nodded frequently.

Wang Yan glanced at his eyes and felt a little furious. He swallowed his saliva, held his mouth in his mouth, and said in a muffled voice: "Look at what I'm doing!"

Zhou Xiaoyi remembered the years when Wang Yan was taught by Brother Yang. In just three days, he punched Brother Yang, who had always been polite outside, and was so angry that he punched him.

Brother Yang regretted it at that time. When drinking with his brothers, he said that he had not controlled his temper and would never hit anyone again in the future.

Unfortunately, Brother Yang, who has always been the one who says he will do his best, fell into a big trouble on this guy Wang Yan, and he was very unbelievable. Every now and then, he was so angry that he wanted to beat someone up directly. It took less than a month to slap the back and punch the shoulder, and then to pick up the knife and chop it with the back.

For half a year, Brother Yang had always wanted to calm his emotions, but Wang Yan was the best in the world in his ability to commit suicide back then, and Brother Yang had no choice but to lie down and lie down. He was angry and started to do it, and he was too lazy to even talk.

Of course, that was back then.

Zhou Xiaoyi stared at Wang Yan and chuckled: "It also allows Brother Yang to experience the mood back then, and it makes people happy to think about it."

Brother Yang carefully selected the dishes for a while and came to Gu Xiang to sign up the dishes: "You need to have a goose prawn and roast a venison. I heard that the little lady's barbecue is very good. Then come to the soup and eat rice at the staple food. I'm sorry, I'm not going to bother with my little lady."

He looked up and smiled, his face full of glory.

Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi were suddenly happy.

Gu Xiang nodded repeatedly: "I've remembered it, let's eat Hehuan porridge today."

Brother Yang: "Ah?"

"You have weak spleen and stomach and are not replenished. What you ordered are very replenished and you can't eat them. First, drink a month's porridge to nourish it, and then make a ham soup to taste."

Brother Yang: “…”

The expectation on his face shattered a little bit, and he was silent for a while, striving to win: "I'm not long, why should I avoid eating?"

He paused, and a hint of pity appeared in his eyes: "I remember Brother Xiaoyi and Wang Yan invited the chef to come here just to prepare some meat for me?"

Gu Xiang smiled and said, "Yes."

"Have you paid a very high price?"

Brother Yang whispered.

Gu Xiang smiled again: "That's right, they still have to pay. The service fee for my door-to-door service is very expensive."

"Then won't you give me meat?"

Brother Yang unconsciously showed a little resentment on his face.
Chapter completed!