delicious master

Chapter 6 Tao Meifang's Thoughts
The old man ate very peacefully, without making any noise.

Tasting the delicacies in his mouth one bite at a time, his movements were slow, but smooth and natural, until finally he finished all the mutton soup, and then he smiled.

"Little Master Tang's craftsmanship is really the same as old Master Tang's!"

For Mr. Ning's praise, Tang Xiaokang smiled indifferently. Anyone who has really tasted Mr. Ning's craftsmanship knows in his heart how amazing the Cantonese-style mutton soup stewed by Mr. Ning is.

Although Tang Xiaokang at this moment can have eight points of the old man's true strength relying on the system, there is still a long way to go before he can truly compete with him.

The old man's skills and senses that have been honed over countless years are not to say that he can catch up if he catches up.

Standing up to check out, compared to Xu Shan's surprise, Mr. Ning was obviously very calm about the price of Dongju.

However, Tang Xiaokang reckoned that the greater possibility was that he was not short of money.

After all, I heard from Mr. Ning that he and his wife had a combined monthly retirement salary of close to [-]. Tang Xiaokang had always dreamed of a day when he only had to think about what to eat next.

"By the way, what time does Dongju open now? Is it still the same?"

After paying the money, Mr. Ning, who was about to go out, suddenly stopped listening, and turned around to ask Tang Xiaokang.

When Dongju was in the hands of his grandfather Tang Youwei, in order to take care of all the old customers, he basically closed at eleven o’clock, which is not as good as the hotel’s open night until the early morning, but better than most restaurants and private restaurants. It takes a lot of nights.

Originally, Tang Xiaokang was planning to close early, but Dongju has maintained this habit for so many years. Perhaps it would be better to maintain it, or at worst, take less time to rest.

Anyway, I won't be too busy during the day...

With this thought in his mind, Tang Xiaokang nodded to Mr. Ning and agreed.

"Well, it's still the same as Dongju. It closes at eleven o'clock at night."

He waved his hand to express his understanding. Hearing this, Mr. Ning laughed.

"That's great, I'll have another bowl of mutton soup with my wife at night, Master Xiaotang, remember to save it for me!"

"must!"

"Ding!"

With a thought, Tang Xiaokang nodded calmly. There are probably not many customers in Dongjuli now. When Mr. Ning comes at night, there will probably be half a bucket of mutton soup.

Watching the other party leave, Tang Xiaokang's attention slowly shifted back after Mr. Ning's figure disappeared at the gate of Dongju's courtyard.

Just when Mr. Ning said that he would come again in the evening, the system in Tang Xiaokang's body, which had been silent for a long time, finally made a sound again.

Clicking on the system, a series of subtitles soon appeared in front of Tang Xiaokang's eyes.

"Name: Tang Xiaokang

Level: 1 (ignorant novice)
skill:
Appraisal: Intermediate

Knife: primary
Achievements: none
Task: [Tao Meifang's Thoughts] Dongju's mutton soup has always been Tao Meifang's thoughts. Ten years have made her almost forget the deliciousness in her memory, but the attachment in her memories has become her obsession in her heart , please make a Cantonese-style mutton soup that Tao Meifang is satisfied with.

Reward: [Delicious Salt Baked Chicken]”

Another new mission, Tao Meifang?

Looking at this strange name, Tang Xiaokang was a little puzzled, thinking about the timing of the mission just now. If he guessed correctly, this Tao Meifang should be Mr. Ning's wife.

Although there is a system, Dongju has officially opened.

But speaking of it, what Tang Xiaokang really got at the moment was only Cantonese-style mutton soup.

Whether it's for himself or Dongju, Tang Xiaokang must also get the delicious salt-baked chicken rewarded by this mission.

After all, in such a large Dongju, the final dish that can be sold cannot just be Cantonese-style mutton soup.

If this is the case, this place will not be called Dongju, but a Huaidong mutton soup restaurant.

But... the Cantonese-style mutton soup that Tao Meifang is satisfied with?
Thinking of this, Tang Xiaokang couldn't help but walked into the back kitchen, turned the mutton soup to a slight fire, and then wrapped the mutton with plastic wrap.

If it is said that Tang Xiaokang's cooking skills can only get [-]% of the old man's true inheritance at the moment, but relying on the convenience brought by this special season, Tang Xiaokang is confident that this Cantonese-style mutton soup will exert its ten-level power.

They brought two fresh radishes. Mr. Ning and his wife only came at night, so it's too early to put them in. They just need to put them in the soup three or four hours in advance and cook them.

After doing this, Tang Xiaokang went back to the yard again, cleaned up half of the things he got, put the broom away and cleaned his hands, and then took out a glass lunch box from the back kitchen.

At this moment, Dongju has only opened for a short time, and there has not been much publicity yet, so it is estimated that no one will come to the store.

I took this opportunity to bring a portion of the prepared mutton soup to Boss Wu yesterday.

It is a promise to others in itself, and the mutton provided by the other party is used, so it is right to let the other party taste it.

If it wasn't too late last night, Tang Xiaokang probably gave away the mutton soup yesterday.

It just so happens that when delivering soup to the other party today, there are still some things that need to be discussed with the other party.

Carrying Tang, he closed the door of Dongju, and Tang Xiaokang walked in this familiar alley again.

The vegetable market in the morning is very lively, and the vegetables at this moment are the freshest. Housewives and housewives who have nothing to do take advantage of this time to buy the ingredients they need for the day.

Bypassing the crowd, Boss Wu's mutton stall had two fresh mutton plates hanging on it, one of which had been sliced ​​in half.

It is estimated that some people rushed to buy it while it was fresh in the morning.

The price of mutton is high, and it is troublesome to get it. Few people will come to buy it often, and only in the morning when it is the freshest, can a batch be sold hot. In the afternoon and evening, the business situation depends on fate.

But Tang Xiaokang came at the right time. Boss Wu seemed to have just finished a few deals and was sitting idly at the booth watching the video on his mobile phone. He walked up to take a closer look. I heard that it was adapted from an online novel, and many handsome guys and fresh meat participated in the performance.

At this moment, Boss Wu was watching with relish and did not realize that Tang Xiaokang was already standing in front of his stall.

"I didn't expect you, Boss Wu, to be so good at this!"

The sudden sound startled Wu Da. He looked up and found Tang Xiaokang standing at his stall, looking at the video on his phone with a teasing look on his face. He couldn't help but blush.

An old man likes to watch this, and it seems really a little out of sync.

Unable to smile awkwardly, Wu Da turned off the phone calmly.

"My daughter likes to watch this drama, and she has been dragging me to watch it lately, so she just watched it when she was bored. Isn't Master Xiaotang making mutton soup, why come to me when you have time, yesterday's mutton was used up again?"

(End of this chapter)