delicious master

Chapter 55
"You made it? Looks good."

Looking at the salt-baked chicken wrapped in oil-absorbing paper in front of him, wisps of golden color were looming in the transparent oil-absorbing paper soaked in oil and water.

Just looking at the way it was taken out, Cheng Guixia breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, because of the influence of Tang Xiaokang's cooking skills, Cheng Guixia is still a little apprehensive about Tang Xiaokang's cooking, even if the old man is responsible for it now.

But what no one expected was that Tang Xiaokang, who had always been talented as a chef but had never changed his taste in cooking, would actually have an epiphany again.

Smelling the salty scent that almost hit her face, Cheng Guixia finally showed a smile on her face.

Cheng Guixia didn't use the disposable gloves handed over by Tang Xiaokang. Cheng Guixia felt that they were in the way. After washing her hands, she directly tore off the oil-absorbing paper wrapped around the salt-baked chicken with her bare hands.

In an instant, golden light shone everywhere, and the golden skin reflected the light from the window onto Cheng Guixia's surprised face.

Looking up at her son, Cheng Guixia even felt a little unreal. It's not like she hasn't seen a salt-baked chicken that glows. At least one of the old man's close friends once made it for her and Tang Qingbo. one serving.

But what Cheng Guixia didn't expect was that her son would be able to make such a level of dishes one day. You must know that even the old man can only occasionally achieve this level of salt-baked chicken. This is the old man's weakness, but this is enough.

Cheng Guixia is really proud that Tang Xiaokang can make a dish that is almost the same as the old man at this age.

Thinking about the example of Tang Xiaokang who almost poisoned her family's Erya, Cheng Guixia felt even more that the old Tang's ancestral grave was smoking!

"For this year's festival, I want to cook more things for my ancestors. It will definitely take a lot of effort to help this kid develop his culinary skills."

Thinking of the difficulty of letting Tang Xiaokang realize his culinary skills, Cheng Guixia sincerely felt that it was not easy for her ancestors.

This year, we will use Erya's best meat to worship our ancestors!

Outside, it happened to be the busiest time for the breakfast stall owners, and the frenzied flow of people made the convenience of the breakfast cart in jeopardy, and everyone involuntarily sped up their movements.

Walking among these crowds, Hong Tao looked at the few familiar friends with a proud face, ordered a cup of soy milk from Gou Fu, and walked into Dongju.

Compared with these stall owner friends who were still doing business, Hong Tao was obviously much more relaxed.

Not only Hong Tao, but also many other diners who lived here also came over one after another. After around nine o'clock, the stall owners who sell breakfast will close their stalls and start to go to the East Residence dishes, it will inevitably become a bit crowded.

So these relatively laid-back people naturally started to come earlier.

When Hong Tao first stepped into Dongju, the stall owners who were still selling breakfast knew that the breakfast period in Dongju had quietly started.

"Master Soup, a bowl of mutton soup."

Goufu’s soy milk is very good. A cup of soy milk still has some aftertaste after pouring into Hong Tao. Adding some honey and milk makes the taste of soy milk even more wonderful. Even the sweetness experience brought by rock sugar is quite different from that of white sugar.

However, for Hong Tao, this small drink can only be used as an appetizer. It may be good to try it occasionally. If it comes to dinner, the Cantonese mutton soup must be ordered every day.

When he came to the hall, he never expected that someone was ahead of him. Looking at the delicious salt-baked chicken that the other party was tasting, Hong Tao couldn't help but licked his mouth, as if recalling the taste of yesterday's salt-baked chicken.

Thinking about the sold out situation yesterday, I added another sentence.

"By the way, a delicious salt-baked chicken."

"Salt-baked chicken now requires a reservation. For details, please refer to the brand on the price list."

He yelled in the back kitchen, Hong Tao couldn't understand Tang Xiaokang's words.

Turning around, the eye-catching whiteboard on the price list immediately caught Hong Tao's attention, but after he read all the words on it, his whole expression suddenly changed.

"Boss Tang, why do you have to order your salt-baked chicken! And there are only [-] pieces!"

"I don't have the energy to do it anymore. The thirty salt-baked chickens you made yesterday almost killed me."

After bringing Hong Tao's mutton soup, Tang Xiaokang said calmly that he was not surprised at all by Hong Tao's protest, but your protest is a protest, and I have the final say on what to do in the end.

Tang Xiaokang silently gave himself a thumbs up, only the person in charge of the spoon can have the power to kill.

"Then Master Tang, why don't you work harder, after all we expect so many people!"

As long as he can eat better, it doesn't matter if Tang Xiaokang works harder. After thinking about it carefully, Hong Tao felt that the logic was very rigorous, reasonable and there was nothing wrong with it.

"If you don't want to taste new dishes in the future, it's okay for me to work harder."

To Hong Tao's request, Tang Xiaokang just answered with a smile.

"Well, the reservation is also very good. It can allow Master Tang to arrange time reasonably, save resources, save labor, and avoid extravagance and waste."

Choosing one of the two, Hong Tao naturally did not hesitate at all, and immediately fell under the threat of Tang Xiaokang. As long as there are new dishes, it doesn't matter if there is an unlimited amount of salt-baked chicken. Anyway, he can get up early and won't miss it. of.

Thinking of this, Hong Tao couldn't help but take out his mobile phone and set the alarm for getting up tomorrow by another hour.

Sure enough, besides the sense of urgency of unloading goods every morning, the power that can make people get rid of the quilt seal is only the need for buying goods.

However, Hong Tao always felt that something was wrong, looked around, and finally settled on Cheng Guixia who was eating salt-baked chicken.

"Master Tang, the reservation starts today?"

"Yes."

"What about this?"

As he spoke, Hong Tao involuntarily pointed to Cheng Guixia who was sitting there.

His heart tightened, but after seeing his mother still happily eating the salt-baked chicken and not paying attention to the conversation between them, Tang Xiaokang relaxed again.

"She's my mother."

"When I didn't ask."

He sat down directly without the slightest hesitation, and Hong Tao's coercion was crisp and neat, and he coaxed in a chic and easy manner.

The levels are different, completely incomparable...

People, this is no longer the difference between krypton gold players and cheating players, this is the direct opening of administrator privileges.

Therefore, Hong Tao didn't have the slightest resentment when Cheng Guixia ate salt-baked chicken, while he could only drink mutton soup silently, lest he be banned from the account and all the fun would be over.

"Master Tang, help me order a salt-baked chicken for tomorrow."

Nodding his head, Tang Xiaokang came to the counter, wrote a note and handed it to the other party.

"Just put together this note to order food tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)