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

How could he who lived in Huaizhen Square not know the name of Tongfu Restaurant.

His son also took him to eat, but he thought the price was too expensive. After eating twice, he didn't dare to go again—although his son found a job as a teacher for the son of a merchant, and the family gradually became more generous.

Can.
In the past, they used to support their sons to study, and they lived a hard life. They have developed the habit of not wanting to live a good life. Like today, it is a luxury to have a bite of broth once in a while.

"Then I'm afraid this thing is not cheap?" the father-in-law asked hesitantly, ready to be shocked.

The man replied concisely: "Twenty Wen."

Twenty words?
The father-in-law raised his brows, and was about to yell at him.

Madam said quickly: "Father, I only ate about one-third of the food today, and put away most of it."

This made the father-in-law catch his breath.

With only one third of the meal, the whole family is full. Does that look pretty good?
The idea had just been born in his mind.

He shook his head quickly, shaking off this dangerous thought.

It's only been a few days of good life, and being assimilated by the pricing of Tongfu restaurants, you think it's not bad to eat for twenty yuan for a day?
It can't be like this!
The father-in-law was about to reprimand his son again, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the taste of bread swirled back and forth in his mouth again.

Some are reluctant.

"This thing is too expensive." The father-in-law sighed, and changed what he wanted to say the moment he blurted out, "It's good to eat it once in a while in the future."

The man nodded and agreed.

Such a scene happened in many people's homes. Bread was a great subversion to their diet.

After all, no one chooses bad food.

This morning, before Tongfu Restaurant opened, a crowd of people crowded at the door.

When Wei Zheng came, he was in despair.

I have only tasted the sweetness of being early for a few days, and this group of people are so eager to cut off their own escape?
Um.
I don't know if these people have leftover fritters, steamed stuffed buns, or soy milk when it's their turn.

But... I didn't bring a bowl.

At this time, Wei Zheng suddenly envied Qi Cheng Yaojin, Cheng Yaojin was regarded as a wonderful flower in the entire court, during this time he developed the habit of carrying a bowl with him.

If it was late, Wei Zheng and the others would have no breakfast to eat, but Cheng Yaojin was different, he would just slowly take out his own bowl, put it on the table, and discharge dozens of copper coins without eyelids. Lifting it up, he said arrogantly: "Shopkeeper, bring me a bowl of oil-splashed noodles."

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So I took the oil-splashed noodles to Suzaku Gate, squatted in front of the palace gate, and sometimes even Fang Xuanling and the others teamed up to drive them to the stone of the town gate, sucking noodles.

As if I could do the same.

Although it is a little embarrassing, as long as you persuade Fang Xuanling and Hou Junji to do this together, according to the store's theory, that "everyone moves at the same speed together is relatively static", and everyone is ashamed together, relatively speaking , everyone will not be ashamed.

Wei Zheng lined up obediently.

The conversations of the people next to him gradually reached his ears.

"Brother Chen, are you also here to buy bread?" The two acquaintances exchanged pleasantries when they met.

This made Wei Zheng prick up his ears.

bread?

What is that, and what new food is the store launching?I have never heard of it, is it just launched yesterday?
But, I was the first to buy it for breakfast yesterday, and I didn't see any fresh food?
Wei Zheng continued to eavesdrop on the discussions of the people next to him.

"You too?" The man raised his eyebrows, "I don't know how the store did it. It can make pasta to this level, just like Yunxia."

The person standing in front of him was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Your analogy is interesting, but it does have the feeling of Yunxia."

"If Brother Ji hadn't said it was pasta, and had seen the shop bring some dough out of the kitchen, I wouldn't have believed it was made of pasta."

The man smiled heartily: "Maybe that face is just a cover, the store is really a fairy above the nine heavens, it's not a bad idea to pick clouds and clouds for food."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Wei Zheng sounded even more puzzled.

The delicacies of Tung Fook restaurants are often described as "inhuman food", but this is just a description of the delicacy.

It is the first one to describe it like this with clouds.

This made him even more anxious.

What this thing called "bread" looks like and what it tastes like can be described by this group of people in this way, and no one has any objections.

Soon, Yin Xuan came over and the breakfast shop opened.

The people in the front row took fried dough sticks, soy milk, and buns one by one, leaving with disappointed faces and heavy steps.

Soon it was Wei Zheng's turn.

"Shopkeeper, is there any food called bread?" Wei Zheng lowered his head and glanced at the fried dough sticks, steamed buns, soy milk, and many others on the table, but he asked just like that from the beginning.

Yin Xuan was a little surprised: "You also know about bread?"

He remembered that Wei Zheng didn't come to buy bread yesterday except for buying breakfast.

Wei Zheng scratched his face: "When you were queuing up just now, listen to what others say."

Yin Xuan nodded, showing a bright smile: "Bread is not breakfast food. If you want to buy it, wait until the bread is baked in the morning."

Wei Zheng's heart sank, he ordered a few steamed buns, a deep-fried dough stick, and a cup of soy milk, and walked away with a heavy expression just like everyone else.

On the court meeting.

Wei Zheng was a little absent-minded, and he didn't restrain himself, Li Shimin was so angry that his face turned livid, and he wished he could pick up the couch and smash it on Wei Zheng's head.

After the court meeting was over, he and his roommate Xuanling and Hou Jun gathered a few people, and they came to Tongfu restaurant in groups in a aggressive manner.

It was almost noon.

As soon as a few people were seated, Wei Zheng couldn't wait to yell: "Shopkeeper, do you still have that bread?"

Yin Xuan ignored him and went directly to the kitchen to cook.

Ji Wen replied softly: "My guest, the bread has already been sold out."

There was still surprise in his eyes.

The hotness of the bread was beyond Yin Xuan's expectation. Generally speaking, there were not so many customers before the meal time, but this morning the restaurant was crowded with people.

Bread baked three ovens.

Every seam was sold out as soon as it came out of the oven.

The whole morning is only enough to make these few furnaces, and Yin Xuan doesn't even have time to take a good rest.

On the table next to them, Li Jing and Li Yuan were sitting, squinting their eyes, tore a piece of bread from their own, and stuffed it into their mouths: "What a coincidence, it's sold out."