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

Duan Zhixuan and Cheng Yaojin turned their heads and looked at Duan Guan.

Duan Guan couldn't help shivering.

Yin Xuan smiled again and said: "Although you two can't eat today, I remember Cheng Canjun, you are working under Fan Guogong?"

Cheng Yaojin nodded reluctantly.

Yin Xuan paused, then turned to look at Duan Zhixuan: "Then this guest is supposed to be Cheng Canjun's colleague, and also works under Fan Guogong?"

Duan Zhixuan nodded generously. He is not like Cheng Yaojin. Anyway, he works for himself, and he doesn't feel ashamed to speak out about his affairs.

Yin Xuan clapped his hands, nodded and said, "Then it will be easy!"

"One serving of Manjianghong is two catties of meat. You just need to please this young master of Fan Guogong, say a few nice words, pat a few horses, coax him, and maybe some Manjianghong will leak out of his mouth."

Duan Zhixuan and Cheng Yaojin set their sights on Duan Guan again.

Shoot Duan Guan's horses?
Say good things about him?

Coax him?

Their eyes are cold and cold.

Duan Guan trembled again, he was about to cry, but there was still a magnanimous smile on his face, he kept in mind not to reveal the identity of Cheng Yaojin and his father.

Shopkeeper, shopkeeper!
You sell your food, why mention yourself.

Yes, I like to rely on my own identity to do some things that show my holiness in front of others.

But there's no need to bring yourself out to talk about things at this time, right?

Duan Guan felt a dull pain in his buttocks again.

Duan Zhixuan nodded, and replied with a smile: "Thank you for your trouble."

Cheng Yaojin sighed: "Since you can't eat new dishes, let's have green pepper meat, golden shredded meat and ground three delicacies first, and then four bowls of rice."

Yin Xuan nodded in response.

After a while, the three dishes and rice were brought out one by one.

Duan Zhixuan was already amazed by the bright and bright dishes, and when he took a chopstick into his mouth, the taste that touched his taste buds made him feel numb.

He suddenly understood his son, why he wandered around the city so shamelessly, greedy for the food on the chopsticks.

It's not a bad thing to eat more of this delicacy.

Duan Zhixuan picked up another chopstick.

He hasn't eaten a few bites yet.

Yin Xuan, who had washed his hands well, sat across from Duan Zhixuan, and asked with a smile, "Guest, what's the matter? Is my handicraft not bad?"

Duan Guan's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition.

Duan Zhixuan nodded and praised: "The shopkeeper's craftsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and he has lived for forty years before he knows the true taste of the world. My unbelievable son is a scumbag. I usually don't understand it. Now I know how interesting it is to eat." one thing."

For no reason, Duan Guan lay on the knife.

Yin Xuan looked proud, pretending not to know anything, and laughed twice: "That's right, I'm proud of my craftsmanship."

"Speaking of which, the two of you don't know how much Mr. Duan in the Fan Guogong's mansion appreciates my craftsmanship."

Duan Guan's heart skipped a beat again, and he stared at Yin Xuan with rounded eyes.

No way!
You don't want to talk about that, do you?

I beg you, please don't tell the shopkeeper.

Of course, he only dared to say these words in his heart, and he didn't dare to spit them out of his mouth.

His prayers are useless at all, the gods in the sky can't hear them, and even if they hear them, they can't control Yin Xuan.

Yin Xuan continued: "How much do you appreciate my craftsmanship?"

"Let me tell you this."

"Yesterday, Mr. Duan was injured by a mad cow, but today he is still strong and limping to my restaurant to eat the food I cooked."

"Hey, it's so delicious."

Duan Guan couldn't help it, and slapped himself on the face.

Cheng Yaojin looked over quietly: "Have you been injured by a mad bull?"

Duan Zhixuan added quietly: "Young Master is indeed the son of Lord Fan, he is really strong, and he was injured by a mad bull, yet he can still come to eat."

He also played a part in beating Duan Guan yesterday.

Duan Guan squeezed out a hearty smile with difficulty, and said softly: "My father often drills me, and I have developed a rough skin and thick flesh long ago, so it doesn't get in the way."

Duan Zhixuan nodded, very indifferently: "So that's it. It seems that I have time to ask Fan Guogong for advice on how to practice. The warriors under me are a little disobedient, so I have to teach them a lesson."

Duan Guan smiled even uglier.

He was about to cry, and his heart was pounding like a whole Bahe River.

It’s over.

It's really over!
When I go home, I will be beaten again, and it must be even more brutal than yesterday.

Thinking of this, he looked at Yin Xuan with grief and indignation. He blamed himself for being cheap. To be honest, he provoked his father. Wouldn't it be good to be educated by his father?

It's just making up nonsense, making up a reason for accidentally falling down, isn't it good?
I have to slander and compare Cheng Yaojin to a mad cow.

Is it okay now?Provoked the mad cow again.

Yin Xuan happily hummed a ditty and left, not disturbing their meal anymore.

Duan Guan seemed to have the mentality of not being able to come here for the next few days, so he ordered a lot of dishes, including several fried skewers.

After Yin Xuan finished dealing with them, he began to build a clay stove at the door—this was for Mrs. Wang, and the business of frying skewers would be handed over to Mrs. Wang in the future.

As a street food, its natural home is the street.

Or rather, it's the street food that's supposed to look like.

Today, this kid has a penny, so he came to buy a bunch of fried skewers, and that man got greedy, so he came to buy a few skewers. It took time and time to bring the street food culture.

When they are used to spending one or two pennies to buy fried skewers, they will be willing to spend an extra penny or two to buy fried skewers.

Over time, this is also a considerable income.

When Mrs. Wang came back from West Market, she was carrying a basket of grapes in her hand.

Yin Xuan also built an earthen stove at the door, just lit the firewood, lit a small fire, and slowly baked it - he also has some experience in building earthen stoves, and he did this kind of thing a lot when he went on a self-driving tour in the summer vacation.

Looking at the beautiful earthen stove repaired by Yin Xuan, Mrs. Wang frowned slightly: "Here, do you really want to leave the fried skewers to me?"

That's what Yin Xuan said yesterday.

It's just that she was a little nervous, she had never done such a thing before, she didn't even use oil when cooking before-grease shouldn't be too expensive.

"It's very simple." Yin Xuan waved his hand, took the basket in Wang's hand, and said softly, "Let those people take care of the field by themselves. You don't need to worry about it. Our family doesn't expect that now. Two acres of land to eat."

"Furthermore, fried skewers are different from cooking."

"I can't occupy a stove and keep such a pot of oil all the time, can I?"