The spoon in Huang Ming'an's hand broke on the ground, and fragments splashed everywhere, and his skin retorted without a smile: "What a great mighty! Who knows how long she will wait for her? Could it be that she has been huddling out, so we can't wait here?! Who do she think she is?!"

Huang Mingan hated Zhu Yuan very much.

This girl was really lucky. At that time, his horse had already encountered the carriage. Seeing that the carriage was about to fall, but the coachman in Chengen Hou Mansion had good skills and actually stopped the decline, so that Zhu Yuan was not hurt at all.

But he was beaten so much that he couldn't get out of bed for nearly a month!

He doesn't like his father's timid look.

According to his opinion, Zhu Yuan was just like an ordinary person, with two eyes, one nose and one mouth. Besides, he was just another woman.

If the Huang family was so cautious, they could endure it if they were so cautious.

But why should I be so humble to treat this little country girl? It is a joke to even apologize to her.

After he said this, Qian Rong also put down the spoon in his hand and said with a smile: "It's better to tell Miss Zhu. If she admits defeat, just say it directly. After all, the opponent is Chef Lin, and it's expected that she will lose. You don't have to take it too seriously. But if you hide in it... you want to get away with it, that's not OK. It's a shame to lose."

She was in a good mood.

As expected, people still have to see others being unlucky to be happier.

Especially when this person was Zhu Yuan who had been so swearing before that she couldn't eat.

Chef Lin tried his best to persuade him.

The shopkeeper also hurriedly said good things.

No matter what, for some reason, this competition received unprecedented attention from the girl from Wuning Bo’s Mansion and the legitimate son of Huang Shilang, and the atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic.

Many wealthy and noble children call on friends. Now all the seats on the first and second floors of the Lion Building are full, and they can hardly be squeezed. With these people here, the Lion Building is unprecedentedly lively, which can be compared to the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival every year.

If Chef Lin can win another chance, then I am afraid that the scenery of Baoding Tower and Jinxiutang will be snatched by Lion Tower this year.

Of course, you have to see the result of such a good thing.

The shopkeeper knows how to do business. His eyes rolled around and he called everyone to serve fruit plates. He rubbed his hands and laughed: "It's lively today, everyone should be patient. If you dare to come to Chef Lin to provoke you, there are so many brushes. Everyone should see the end when watching the show, right? Today, our Lion Building invites you to eat the embroidered high-end eight fruit ladle!"

The embroidered high-fruit eight fruit trays are the platters of the Lion Building, which are Lingnan bergamot, frankincense tangerine, Huaiyuan white flower jade seeds, Qianyang rock sugar orange, Heshuo goose pear, proclaimed milk pear, Ningbo pineapple, and Yunxian white flower papaya.

These eight kinds of fruits are combined to create a fruit trunk, which is really pleasing to the eye and makes the index fingers very excited.

This time, Lion Tower has made a big deal.

Qian Rong sneered.

Lion Tower is also very scheming, and this is taking advantage of this opportunity to completely establish its position.

But this is exactly what she wants.

How great it is, let’s make a fuss, the bigger the fuss, the better.

When everyone knows that Zhu Yuan is talking wildly but loses in the hands of Chef Lin, she will lose face and know how this embarrassing tastes like an ant.

While the scene was noisy and comforting, Zhu Yuan from the kitchen finally moved. She thought for a while, lifted the lid and used a chopstick to test the hardness of the sheep's head.

After confirming that it was cooked and soft, she finally opened the flavor from another jar of green silk and marinated it with the rice wine.

The strange fragrance was so strong that the people in the kitchen were a little shocked for a moment.

Several masters who were also in charge of the scoop could not help but come over and pointed at the sheep's head in surprise and asked Zhu Yuan: "Miss, what kind of spice are you? This tastes fresh and fragrant, and it is long and long..."

It will take a while to marinate and taste it. Zhu Yuan turned around and looked at the masters and whispered: "This is a flavoring specially used to set off this sheep's head. The recipe inside is a bit complicated..."

Several masters nodded and asked Zhu Yuan the red ginger just now: "I smelled jealous here, but the vinegar seemed to have another smell... I wonder if the girl can advise you, how is it made?"

"This is red ginger, marinated with perilla leaves and plum vinegar." Zhu Yuan did not hide it: "It's just right to use it to serve mutton."

Plum vinegar?

Several masters were a little confused.

Qian Rong outside could no longer hold back her temper. She leaned coldly on the back of the chair, sneering as proud as a peacock: "If you wait like this, you will fall asleep. Could she want to make a Buddha jump over the wall?"

Of course this is impossible.

If the girl in front of me could be a Buddha jumping over the wall, she would probably be able to do that imperial chef.

The others burst into laughter again.

The atmosphere was a little awkward. Seeing that the time was almost done, the shopkeeper smiled and said, "This is not necessarily the case. Don't worry, good things have to wait a little longer. Maybe Miss Zhu will give us a surprise."

The shopkeeper went to the back of the kitchen in person.

He originally wanted to persuade Zhu Yuan to forget it, just play it, but you have to be sensible in everything. Even if she stays in it all day, can this good dish really pop out of the sky?

But as soon as he turned into the kitchen, he was surprised to see Zhu Yuan fiddling with a sheep's head---she was loosening the many spices wrapped around the sheep's head.

At the same time, a strange fragrance penetrated into his nose.

He couldn't help but walk a few steps forward, and asked slightly, "What is Miss Zhu doing?"

"Fei Sheep's Head." Zhu Yuan picked up a knife, pressed the heavy-pressed mutton, scraped off the marinated mutton, and then began to slice it.

Her gestures were extremely fast, flew up and down, almost becoming a shadow, and the crimson lamb had been cut into thin slices like paper.

The shopkeeper's thunder changed and he was a little unbelievable.

The head of the red sheep?

He paused, stepped forward and followed Zhu Yuan's consent, reached out to pick up a piece of mutton slice, and then looked at Zhu Yuan with a complicated expression.

.....

There were people coming to urge him outside the field. The shopkeeper looked at Zhu Yuan putting the mutton on the plate, and changed his previous attitude to come and asked her: "Where did the girl learn this? I don't know if the prescription can be sold? If so... I'll ask the girl to offer a price."

Su Fu was a little shocked.

What does the shopkeeper mean?
Chapter completed!