Zhao Ying entered Gu Ji's gate, sat in the corridor, waited in line to call, and smelled the aroma of meat and rice in the air, and his spirit that had been tense for a long time gradually sootheed.

Boss Xin carried a teapot half a person tall, and his feet were steady. He poured tea for the guests who were sitting in the veranda in turn.

The tea was very light, with only a little tea fragrance, but most customers were very satisfied. Such tea was just for washing your tongue.

Although the price of the "Gu Ji" is not very high, it can easily cost a clean expense ratio of dozens of taels of silver in Fanlou. Even if Gu Ji is slightly economical, the most amazing "Elysian Banquet" can only be held once every few days.

The number of other dishes is also small, and there are not many guests who can entertain them.

He can entertain about twenty tables every day, which is because Gu Xiang is skilled in craftsmanship, fast speed, and helping the kitchen gradually grows up.

It is even harder to make red dust dishes. Gu Xiang cooks a red dust dish every day and has to book in advance. Now the reserved seats are coming next month.

If I hadn't had to book one month in advance, I'd probably have even occupied the second half of the year.

Such a precious opportunity, washing your tongue before eating is a very important requirement.

Zhao Ying slowly drank a sip of tea, expressionless.

Li Sheng stood behind him, looking cold, holding a cloak in his hand in front of his follower, but his expression was not the case at all.

"It's so painful that I can't stand it anymore? Is it uncomfortable? Why do you have to drink it... If you don't drink this tea, will Gu Chu not cook for you?"

Li Sheng whispered, "Young Master, you are so difficult to serve. You are only suitable for viewing from a distance, not for close viewing. I think if you still want to eat the delicious food made by our chef, it is best to stay away from her and strictly adhere to the duties of an ordinary diner."

Our home?

Zhao Ying curled her lips and said, "I want to kill you, this day is not far away."

Li Sheng: "That's easy. How about you jump a river by yourself? I'll definitely jump together."

Zhao Ying: "...Did you take the wrong medicine and quarrel with me all day long?"

"Nonsense, now I just jealous and hate you. If I don't rehearse a few times, what should I do if I can't act or if the performance is broken or misleading?"

Li Sheng whispered.

"You can rest assured."

Zhao Ying's cold and beautiful big eyes turned up slightly, "You don't have to act at all, no one will believe it."

He picked up the teacup and drank another sip of tea. Zhao Ying suddenly smiled, "Zhang Pingfu even doubts you, who else will be suspicious?"

Li Sheng blinked and nodded: "Yes."

Not only his son, Li Sheng himself also felt that the real smart people in the entire palace could count with one hand, and Zhang Sheren must count one of them.

Although Zhang Sheren is not very revealing on weekdays, he can only look at his son's eyes. If he can't enter his house for several years, he can also know that this person is not simple.

The young master had a higher evaluation of that person. Once, what else did he say? Zhang Pingfu's brain alone could match the brains of everyone in the palace. Of course, he had to remove the young master himself.

Guqi

He, Duke Anguo, believed that he was one and a half years old, and Zhang Pingfu was slightly better.

Seeing that the guests waiting for feeding in the corridor gradually became quiet, and there was a curling blue smoke behind the bamboo forest, and he went up the wind, Li Sheng also stopped.

Gu Xiang washed his hands, took the veil and wiped it slowly, not busy cooking, turned around and looked at the soaked glutinous rice, and then looked at the rice dumpling leaves prepared by the people below.

In addition to choosing many wild leaves for this rice dumpling leaf, it also picked some reeds, lotus leaves, bamboo leaves, and banana leaves according to Gu Xiang's request, all kinds of colors.

He directed Ermu and a few people to clean the rice dumpling leaves and cooked them carefully on low heat. Gu Xiang even carefully selected the firewood used to cook them.

Then she took out the marinated pork belly from the jar. The meat was not chopped when marinated, but only the kitchen blades were used to form thin slices, and only the fine parts were connected. At this time, the whole piece of meat trembled slightly, like a cluster of blooming pink flowers, which looked tempting.

The two servants hired from the capital were cleaning and cleaning, constantly cleaning the inside and outside of the kitchen. From the corner of their eyes, they saw the helpers who started to deal with the rice dumpling leaves seriously. They couldn't help but lit up and swallowed a few saliva involuntarily.

Before Gu Xiang started making it, they thought that no matter how expensive or cheap they would buy a few rice dumplings to try for their own grandchildren.

They are busy in the kitchen all day long and know the details of "Gu Ji".

This location seems to be like I don’t want to make money. The ingredients that the chef judged were unqualified were very good in the eyes of both of them. The restaurants outside, except for top restaurants like Fanlou, may not dare to use them every day.

If you want to go to the diners' table, you have to pass five levels and defeat six generals, and you have to overcome countless companions, so you have the chance to eat the diners' stomachs.

Now they are going to celebrate the festival. Since they have joined the "Gu Ji" to work, it is a fate given by God. If they don't bring a few baskets of good rice dumplings back, they will probably feel heartbroken when they think about it in the next six months.

Maybe they are reluctant to eat such rice dumplings for themselves, but for their grandchildren, they have to buy them even if they save money.

Gu Xiang gently shook the slices of meat, and there was a strong aroma of wine in the air, and the fragrance was not pungent at all. In addition to the aroma of wine, it also had a hint of sweetness. Even the few chefs who were not addicted to alcohol on weekdays couldn't help but smack their lower lips.

The old dog squatted at the door, swallowed hard, and couldn't help but whisper: "My lady is a waste of resources."

Fortunately, he didn't know that the large jars of drunken dates that the villagers who were here to buy food were used as free snacks a while ago, were also drunk with such delicious wine that was so delicious that they could not cost outside, otherwise they would be even more crazy.

Gu Xiang smelled the smell, nodded slightly, and directly took a harsh hand. He threw it on the chopping board with a bang. Everyone listened to Gu Xiang's banging and beating, which was very rhythmic, making people's heartbeats soar. Soon, everyone came to their senses and saw Gu Xiang pick up the rice dumpling leaves with one hand, folded it gently, and quickly stuffed them into a dense layer of rice and meat.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but think that the meat was so beautiful, as red as a gem, it must be very fragrant.

It's really fragrant!

In a blink of an eye, the rice dumplings were cooked.

The rice dumplings should be eaten while they are hot.

Gu Xiang took one first, and when it cooled a little, it gently unbuttoned. A fresh and sweet smell rushed around the kitchen, so domineering that it was unbearable. Suddenly, saliva sounded everywhere.

"Um."

Gu Xiang took a breath, raised the rice dumplings and looked at them for a while, then turned around and asked the chefs, "Look at it, how about this rice dumpling?"

Everyone: "..."
Chapter completed!