Lu Mo felt strange, "Hasn't your wedding banquet been contracted to Jinjiang Hotel? The chefs there can't do it?"

Jinjiang Hotel has even received state guests. The kitchen brings together all major cuisines, including Chinese and Western dishes. How could there be a dish that they can't cook?

Ding Ba shook his head, "I really can't cook it. I've asked all of them. They can cook other lotus vegetables, but they can't cook the dish "Hirou Water". They also said that they have never heard of the name of this dish at all, maybe it is a niche dish from somewhere."

"Why do you have to make this dish on the wedding day? Let's find it slowly in the future. It's only three days away from your wedding, so how can I get too late?" Lu Mo was even more surprised. Ding Ba was not keen on getting married at all, so why did he get interested again?

Ding Ba took a sip of wine and sighed, "I just realized it, it was a coincidence. Three days later, it was also the old man's birthday, 93 years old, and after 90 years, it was the birthday of all year round, so I just wanted to let him eat something good."

Lu Mo and He Weishao were both surprised. This was a coincidence. Ding Ba’s wedding date was chosen by Master Daoyi. It was impossible to choose Gong Yi’s birthday on purpose. No wonder Ding Ba wanted to make this dish.

"Then you go and ask the old man, where is Furong Chushui from. At worst, you can invite the best chef there." Lu Mo gave an idea.

Ding Ba sighed again, "I asked, I said it was a small town in the north (made up of this dish). I asked someone to invite the chef there to cook it, but the old man was not satisfied and said it was not the taste of him."

Who knew that the old man was so tricky? He and Gongsun Yu invited several chefs to make the dish of fuchsia water. The old man was not satisfied with the dish of fuchsia water. He also said that it was worse than pig food. He suspected that the old man ate the dish of fuchsia water before.

Otherwise, just a lotus flower can make soup, what good can it be? He specifically inquired about it. The dish of hibiscus water was invented by poor people during famine. He used lotus flower to add some corn flour to make soup, and mixed with water to fill it. It turned out to be called lotus flower dumpling soup.

Later, a scholar gave him an elegant name called Furong Chushui, and it was improved, but it was just this taste and there was nothing delicious.

"I guess the old man has eaten it has been improved. Let's do this. The whole city will give an announcement to see if anyone can make the dish of hibiscus water. Choose one that tastes the best. No matter how unsatisfied the old man is, there is no way. Just do your best." Lu Mo gave an idea.

Ding Ba sighed, "That's all I can do."

Lu Mo was very resolute and on the next day, he asked someone to issue notices on TV, radio, and major newspapers to apply for Furong. As long as he chose, he would be rewarded with 50,000 yuan.

The salary was only a few hundred yuan at this time, and the reward of 50,000 yuan was definitely touching. As soon as the announcement was released, countless people came to apply for the job, and the location was Ye Qingqing's house.

Because Ye Qingqing took this matter by himself, Lu Mo was so busy that she was idle anyway, so she naturally had to share her men's worries, but Ye Qingqing didn't expect that there were so many people coming to apply for the job.

There was a large group of people, blocking Fuai Road, and even the neighborhood committee was alarmed. I heard that Ye Qingqing wanted to choose something delicious to cook. Many bored old men and aunts all came to help. The Ye family has been very lively these days.
Chapter completed!