I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Zhou Xiaosan did not go to Tongfu restaurant today.

His heart was empty, even if he went to Goulan with a girl in his arms, it would be very unpleasant. Although he only went to eat for two days, delicious food had already become a habit of his.

The person next to him looked at Zhou Xiaosan and smirked: "Third brother, what's wrong with you today, could it be that your kidneys are not good enough?"

"I know a doctor, he is"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Xiaosan picked up the chopsticks beside his hand and smashed them: "Go, your kidneys are weak, I'm just thinking about something."

The person next to him asked with interest: "Oh, is it possible that the third brother is thinking about which girl?"

Zhou Xiaosan shook his head: "No, it's just a restaurant that I will never forget."

restaurants?

The man smiled: "Third brother, you are not a person who is greedy for food, how can you never forget the restaurant?"

"I'm someone who doesn't covet my appetite." Zhou Xiaosan shook his head and laughed at himself, "It's just that I haven't eaten anything delicious before."

The man was aroused: "Is it really so delicious?"

"Third brother, you also know me." After speaking, the man lowered his voice and said softly, "My family used to be a place where bells and lanterns are served, why haven't you eaten any delicious food?"

"In this Chang'an city, which restaurant have I never eaten? Third brother, which restaurant are you talking about?"

"Dongshi Tangpo's boiled mutton? Or Zhengjia Hubing from Xishi?"

Zhou Xiaosan waved his hand: "I have eaten both of them, it's not bad, but it's not enough to make me so out of my mind."

There was some surprise in the man's eyes: "Could it be that third brother, you went to Mingyue Tower and Chunjiang Tower?"

"It's not cheap to have a meal there, at least it costs a few hundred Wen, third brother, you are really willing."

Zhou Xiaosan waved his hand again: "Come on, before my accident, I was invited to Chunjianglou for a meal. The taste was acceptable, but it was far from the one I ate at."

The man frowned and said in amazement, "Better than Chunjiang Tower?"

"It shouldn't be. The cooking skills of the chefs of Chunjianglou are not much worse than the cooks of the Shangshi Bureau. How can there be such superb cooking skills in this world?"

This person's identity is unusual, his grandfather is He Chou, a craftsman in the former Sui Dynasty, and even held the position of Minister of Industry.But since Tang replaced Sui, his family became lonely.

After all, his grandfather was a craftsman, even if he was an official of the Ministry of Industry and was awarded Doctor Guanglu, he was still a craftsman.Although the imperial court of the Tang Dynasty enlisted his grandfather, he was only used as an ordinary craftsman.

His father could still be recommended by his grandfather as a small official.

and his words
Because since the former Sui Dynasty, because of his grandfather, he has been a playboy, but when the Tang Dynasty was established, he still looked like a playboy.

In the end, I just end up being a bad person.

But now his status is not prominent, but after all, he was once rich, what delicious food has he not eaten?He also ate the imperial banquet of the former Sui Dynasty.

He is naturally qualified to comment on food.

Zhou Xiaosan raised his hand and rubbed his chin, a little surprised: "So the food at Chunjianglou is almost as good as the emperor's? It's still far from the one I ate at yesterday."

The eyes of the man surnamed He were full of suspicion: "Can there really be a restaurant better than Chunjiang Tower?"

He has eaten all over Chang'an. Over the years, he has never eaten food that can surpass Chunjianglou and Shangshiju. If you are not polite, the Shangshiju eaten by the emperor can basically represent the highest level of food in the world.

He didn't believe Zhou Xiaosan's words.

Zhou Xiaosan just smiled lightly: "You don't believe it?"

"After midnight tomorrow, I will take you to taste it for lunch."

The man surnamed He nodded and agreed, saying that it was a lie if he was not curious.

the next day.

After clicking, Zhou Xiaosan took him to Tongfu restaurant.

When he arrived at Huaizhenfang, Zhou Xiaosan frowned slightly. Although Huaizhenfang was not a lower workshop, it was quite different from the market near the imperial city.

For example, the Chunjiang Tower is in Chongrenfang, and the Mingyue Tower is in Xinghuafang. The delicious food is naturally liked by dignitaries, so it should be in Shangfang.
When he arrived at the entrance of Tongfu Restaurant, the man surnamed He frowned even more. The facade is not so desolate, but there is only one floor, and the loose wooden door is not glamorous at all.

The only thing that can be praised is the words at the door.

"This is what you said, third brother, the place with the best food in the world?" The man surnamed He became more suspicious. To be honest, he was not very happy to step into this restaurant.

Zhou Xiaosan rubbed his belly, holding the mustache in one hand: "No, let's go in."

"It doesn't look as grand as Chunjiang Tower and Mingyue Tower, but the food inside will not disappoint you."

The man surnamed He nodded suspiciously and followed him in.

There were no other customers in the restaurant.

Yin Xuan was teaching Yin Lulu, who was mourning, how to read.

After Zhou Xiaosan went in, he yelled: "Shopkeeper, one piece of gold inlaid jade, one piece of golden silk meat, I invite my brother to taste your handicrafts."

Yin Xuan nodded, turned and walked into the kitchen.

Yin Lulu ran over, counted the copper coins, and took the fifty Wen coins away.

The man surnamed He wiped the table with his hand. His fingertips were clean, not to mention grease, but there was not even a speck of dust on his hands.

The storefront is average, but the house is surprisingly clean.

After a while, two dishes were brought out and placed in front of them.

The clean arrangement, the right sauce, the bright and brilliant colors, and the wafting aroma, each item is so special, like he has never seen before.

And the combination of these things constitutes the key to open the door of the taste buds on the tip of his tongue.

grunt.

The man surnamed He swallowed hard, but he still abided by the table manners. After the dishes were completely served, he picked up the chopsticks, and first picked up the shredded potatoes and pork.

The aroma of garlic completely stimulated the aroma of potatoes, which exploded more violently in the mouth.

The meat is silky tender and lightly starched.

It's like rafting on the Bahe River in a rainstorm. The boat floats with the current, and there is no water vapor in the canopy. The burning red clay stove brings just the right warmth to the canopy.

Why is there such a taste?

Why did I only taste such a beautiful dish now?
The man surnamed He picked up a chopstick of scrambled eggs with tomatoes. The sweet, sour and salty taste warmed his mouth, as if in that small boat, there was a gentle girl cooking hot porridge.

Seeing himself coming in from the wind and rain, he smiled sweetly: "Lang Jun, are you back? The porridge is ready."

There was a bang.

The feeling brought by this kind of food made the eyes of the man surnamed He sore, and he couldn't help crying.