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

Wu Youdao is on the table.

Everyone looked at the dishes on the table and couldn't help swallowing.

Even though Wu Youdao had tried his best to describe how fragrant and delicious the food was, he only realized how attractive the food was when he saw it with his own eyes.

"Everyone, let me try it for you first." One person took the lead, reached out and picked up a bunch of fried eggplants, wrapped them in sauce, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The outer layer is crispy, but the eggplant inside is soft.

The salty sauce pried open his taste buds, allowing the sauce to flow from the taste buds into his body.It was as if his body was completely encased in sauce.

The food brightened his eyes.

He quickly picked up a bunch of green peppers, this kind of dish that still kept its emerald green color after frying made him happy to see it.

Wu Youdao didn't speak, just looked at this man with a suppressed smile.

He took a bite of the green pepper yesterday, and he was still doubting his life before going to bed at night. He was looking forward to what kind of reaction his friend would have after eating the green pepper.

But. The stressful counterattack he was expecting did not appear at all. Instead, there was a satisfied expression on that person's face.

looks very tasty?
Wu Youdao hesitated, and picked up a bunch of fried green peppers, and put them in his mouth. He just chewed a couple of mouthfuls, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

what happened
It's different from what I ate yesterday.

After frying the green peppers, the pungent and spicy feeling has disappeared a lot, and what is left is the unique aroma of peppers, a faint trace of spiciness, and the sweetness that spreads back in the mouth.

Coupled with the sauce, it also neutralized a lot of spiciness.

It turned out to be so delicious!
This reminded Wu Youdao of a previous experience that he had soaked in a hot spring in Mount Li.

Eating this dish actually reminded him of his experience of soaking in hot springs.

The high heat of the sauce, spicy taste, and fried food made his body feel numb, and there seemed to be some swimming fish in the hot spring, which bumped into his body from time to time, bringing another wave of heat.

Someone picked up the chopsticks and picked up a slice of potato.

Potatoes are probably the most suitable food for frying. The taste of potatoes is different from other fried skewers.When Yin Xuan was making the sauce, he had already added some mashed potatoes.

This makes the sauce and potato chips wrapped together, the taste is more solid, and the entrance is as solid as the earth.

As we all know, Cheng Yaojin is a creature who loves meat and joy.

Compared to the table of scholars who ate meat cautiously and reservedly, Cheng Yaojin looked more generous. When the fried skewers were served, the meat skewers were the first thing he caught sight of.

He picked up a bunch of pork belly skewers, bit the last piece, wiped his mouth, and the meat slices fell off the stick and fell into his mouth.

The fried pork belly, when bitten down, crunched, the taste was crispy, and the aroma of the pork itself burst out in Cheng Yaojin's mouth.

Cheng Yaojin doesn't like pork, in fact, he doesn't like anything with a smell of mutton.

In comparison, beef is the only meat on the market that does not have such a heavy smell.

But beef can't be eaten too much. Even if the cattle in the family are weak and sick, they can't suffer from heat stroke every day, get injured in fights, or suffer from lovesickness.

If he dared to do this every day, Li Shimin would definitely dare to take off Cheng Yaojin's clothes, put a nose ring and shackles on him, and use him as a cow.

If he dared to slack off, the whip would fall on him in a second.

But after eating in Tongfu Restaurant for a long time, he fell in love with the taste of pork. It was hard for him to understand why this kind of cheap meat could be so delicious.

Cheng Yaojin picked up another skewer of pork, wrapped it in sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

Another different taste.

The crispy coating, the smooth and tender pork, can even taste the taste of pork itself better than sliced ​​pork belly.

The two plates of deep-fried skewers piled up high did not last more than 10 minutes under Cheng Yaojin's mouth, and the two plates bottomed out as they crunched.

The skewers were gone, and the potato chips were gone.

Cheng Yaojin even picked up his chopsticks, dipped them in the sauce and started to shudder.

He raised his hand to touch his stomach, obviously he already felt very full, and even though there were a lot of wooden sticks on the table, he still felt like he hadn't eaten anything.

He also realized why Yin Xuan said that these dishes go with wine.

Sure enough, at this time, if there is a cup of fine nectar, sip it, and then eat these fried skewers slowly, it may be the best enjoyment in life.

"Shopkeeper, you need to make your wine faster." Cheng Yaojin complained, "I can't drink any other wine now."

After drinking the strong wine, go to drink the wine at home, it seems that they are extremely dull.

In addition to being able to relieve his alcoholism, it can no longer allow him to enjoy much of the fun of drinking.

Yin Xuan smiled and waved his hands: "Don't worry, brewing wine has to be done slowly."

Cheng Yaojin sighed, and glanced at the table next to him, Duan Guan hurriedly protected the skewers on his plate, speeding up his eating speed.

Duan Guan enjoys food, so naturally he doesn't eat as fast as Cheng Yaojin.

Cheng Yaojin deliberately wanted to steal food from Duan Guan's plate.

But as soon as he stood up, he thought of what he said to Yin Xuan at the beginning, would a soldier dare to snatch the food from the son of the Duke?Of course I dare not.

I can't do anything that exposes my identity in front of Yin Xuan.

He sighed secretly, sneaked around, gave Duan Guan a vicious look, turned around to bid farewell to Yin Xuan, and left here.

Duan Guan cried and mourned, it's over!
It was hard for him to coax Cheng Yaojin by pretending to be crazy, but seeing the look in his eyes when he left just now, he knew that he would inevitably be beaten up when he went back.

He looked at the few fried skewers on the plate, and waved his hand: "Shopkeeper, please bring ten more skewers each of Kunlun purple melon and green pepper, and twenty skewers of pork skewers. There is also a piece of golden fruit slices."

Even if he dies, he will still be a dead ghost.

The readers were eating quietly, waiting for less than half of the table dishes and fried skewers left.

Wu Youdao put down the stick in his hand, and said with some resentment: "Students, I'm not here for a poetry reception, how did I get to eat it?"

His words made the whole table wake up.

A person looked ashamed, shook his head, and said softly: "Brother Wu, you really have a good eye. The restaurant you picked is so delicious that I forgot about the business."

"Confucius said: Sanyue doesn't know the taste of meat. I think the old man has never tasted the craftsmanship of this restaurant. If he eats it, I'm afraid Sanyue doesn't know the music."

A table of people laughed.

There is nothing shameful about gluttony.

One person looked at the remaining dishes on the table, rolled his eyes, and suggested an idea: "How about. How about we make Yaling related to eating?"