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

Cheng Yaojin was very wronged.

It's over, one of my unintentional words ended up being so entrapped by the store, and I couldn't drink alcohol for half a month, this... if I eat large intestines in the future, will it still taste good?

He turned his head and landed on Wei Zheng.

Wei Zheng gnawed on the fritters, waved his hands, and said after swallowing, "Don't look at me, I didn't fool you into saying that. I can't let me take the responsibility this time."

Cheng Yaojin turned his head again, looked at Li Yuan and Li Jing, fell silent, forget it... he won't speak to these two people, it's fine if they don't grab their drinks.

I blame myself for being cheap!
I get carried away after eating beef, that's right... can beef be sold openly?

Hu spicy soup was sold for a week, and the blacksmith also made the pot that Yin Xuan wanted.

This morning, another stove was set up at the entrance of the restaurant, and a black lacquered flat round pot was placed on it.

These few days Wei Zheng has always come early, I heard that he is thinking about whether to buy a house in Huaizhenfang - it's just because of the Tongfu restaurant that the housing price in Huaizhenfang has risen sharply.

It used to be one or two guan, but now it has risen to one or two hundred guan.

This made the people in Huaizhenfang really make a lot of money. Many people sold their houses and went to live in other places. Compared with living next to Tongfu Restaurant, they feel that they still get Copper coins are more reassuring.

"Shopkeeper, what do you do with this discus? Is it for food?" Wei Zheng was self-sufficient, took out copper coins, and made a bowl of Hu spicy soup by himself. An unremarkable iron plate that you will miss if you don't pay attention.

Yin Xuan nodded: "Yes, a new kind of food, do you want a piece?"

"What's it called? How much is it?" Wei Zheng asked.

Yin Xuan picked up a small wooden stick like a bamboo dragonfly: "Pancake fruit, ten coins without eggs, eleven coins with eggs, if you want to add anything else, you can."

Chinese savior crepe?

He knows what this pancake is, and it's not difficult to guess as the name suggests, but what is this fruit... Could it be that fruit is added to the pancake?But this is still edible.

"Then give me one, and add an egg!" Wei Zheng hesitated, then spoke slowly.

Yin Xuan nodded, and greeted Mingyuelou cook and the two of them to come over, and he tried to show them.

Take a cloth dipped in oil and rub it casually on the iron plate——and then scoop up a spoonful of mung bean noodles, so that the bamboo dragonfly-like thing can fiddle with it three or two times, and it will spread out into a pancake.

When the cake solidified, Yin Xuan took out two eggs from the bottom and knocked along the side of the pot. Two golden eggs fell on the cake, and the egg whites became milky white.

Yin Xuan took the wood and pushed it, and also spread the eggs on the cake. When the eggs were half-cooked, sprinkle some chopped green onion and sesame seeds.

Stuffing the fried dough sticks, Yin Xuan also gave Wei Zheng two pieces of glutinous rice grates, also known as crispy, and then spread a layer of pancake-specific sauce, rolled them up, and put them on the plate.

Pancakes, divided into two pies.

One faction is Jinmen, and the other is Qilu.

Yin Xuan makes authentic Jinmen pancakes.

After the guests are used to eating this kind of pancake, Yin Xuan will consider adding some other things, such as rolls of intestines, rolls of tenderloin and so on.

At that time, it's good not to use the authentic name.

It doesn't matter if it's authentic or not, as long as it's delicious.The reason why there are such and such controversies is that those things under the banner of so-called "authentic" are unpalatable.

"Do you understand?" Yin Xuan turned his head and asked the two people.

The two nodded quickly.

Yin Xuan put the tools in the clear water aside, and said softly, "OK, then you two will make it for others later."

"But remember to ask. Except for those little old men, everyone else will ask if they want glutinous rice or fried dough sticks. Don't be stupid and give them both."

The two should come down.

Wei Zheng was a little moved when he heard it from the side. The store owner is really a good person, although he usually doesn't show any sympathy when he scolds them, scolds them, and cuts off their drinks.

But when you really get to this subtlety, you can see how well the store treats you.

Wei Zheng took the plate, looked at the golden pancakes dotted with some emerald green pancakes, and was a little curious: "Shopkeeper, don't you call this pancake fruit, what about this... fruit?"

Yin Xuan frowned and looked at Wei Zheng.

Ever since this little old man retired from the imperial court and returned to his hometown, his brain seems to have become a little stupid.

"The fruit is just rolled in the cake." Yin Xuan sighed and explained, "I said 玅箅'er just now, but I didn't hear these two words?"

Wei Zheng nodded, with some understanding: "So that small square slice is a fruit?"

"So are fried dough sticks." Yin Xuan said, "Both of those things are called fruits."

The doubts in Wei Zheng's heart were resolved, and he returned to his seat with the plate, and took a light bite. The pancakes just out of the pan were steaming hot, and they were crispy in his mouth.

With a click, it entered the mouth.

The unique sauce aroma of pancake fruit, as well as the aroma of noodles and oil, the whole mouth is filled with the aroma of this food.

As for the disadvantage, it was a bit too dry. After taking two bites, Wei Zheng licked his tooth socket, and the batter stuck to it.

But it happens that there is a bowl of Hu spicy soup at hand, and taking a sip can just relieve the dryness caused by pancakes.

After eating less than half a bowl, Wei Zheng exhaled, and there were only two words "comfortable" all over his body!
Compared with fried dough sticks, pancake fruit and spicy soup are even more compatible.

outside the restaurant.

The cook of Mingyuelou and the two of them are looking at the iron pan with sad faces. When watching Yin Xuan make pancakes, they feel that it is very easy. They can spread out a pancake just a few times.

But when they got started, the pie wasn't evenly spread out.

Otherwise, it is broken here and rotten there, so we should spread some batter on it to make up for it.

It was also fortunate that the guests were only eating this kind of food for the first time, so they didn't have too many demands, otherwise the two of them could only apologize by cutting open their stomachs.

The officials who went to the court meeting liked the pancake fruit very much-no oil, clean and refreshing, and no juice.

It's like eating deep-fried dough sticks, you'll get oil all over your hands to some extent, and buns can easily stain your beard with gravy.

Hu spicy soup...only a thick-skinned person like Cheng Yaojin dared to hold it, and even drank it during court meetings.

When the little girls got up and came over, Yin Xuan personally made a set for each of them.

Jiu'er came a step late, took the pancakes made by Yin Xuan, and then said to his brother Zhengyang: "You Xia'er found a man, it is said that he is very powerful."

"If you don't use a gun, three or five people are not his opponents."