A small peasant girl's home is bare, but I have a spiritual space

"Look, this screen is made of pear wood, right?"

"I guess so. I don't know." "The second floor of Xiangmanlou has never been open to the public. I heard that only the rich and powerful can eat here."

"Yes, that's true. I had the opportunity to eat on the second floor once with my uncle."

"Hey, this table is actually made of mahogany," a woman exclaimed.

"We have really broadened our horizons today. I have never seen so many priceless furniture at once in my entire life. This trip is really worthwhile!"

Such exclamations of praise are heard everywhere.

At this time, Shopkeeper Li, who was staying in the house, was enjoying the food attentively, and the noise outside seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Old Cheng didn't know where he found such a great chef. This dish called Maoxuewang was so delicious in both color and taste that it touched his heart. It seemed like it was made just for him.

I have never dreamed of such delicious dishes, although my tongue felt a little spicy and my throat felt burning and painful at first.

But after taking a few mouthfuls of rice and drinking a few sips of tea, I felt much better.

Although the taste left in his mouth was still a bit spicy, its rich taste made him feel novel and exciting.

He tried to pick up a piece of beef tripe. The crispy and tender texture combined with the spicy and salty taste gave him a novel experience.

The taste was so special that he couldn't stop.

He quickly adapted to the spiciness and started eating quickly.

After Lin Yiran and a group of chefs in the kitchen had been busy for an hour, Xiaodunzi told them that they didn't need to serve any more dishes, and they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

A few of them wiped the sweat off their faces, rubbed their sore arms, and looked at the Maoxuewang that had already cooled down in the basin, feeling very depressed.

They were so busy that they didn't even have time to taste it. Fatty Zhang saw that several people were just watching but no one moved. They could hold back, but he couldn't.

He had been drooling over it for so long that he had to suck it back countless times. He still had to do it himself to have enough food and clothing.

He poured the maoxuewang into the pot and put a handful of firewood into the stove.

As the temperature in the pot gradually rises, the unique aroma of Maoxuewang slowly spreads throughout the kitchen.

Everyone smelled the overbearing spicy aroma and kept swallowing their saliva.

Seeing that the food was almost hot enough, Fatty Zhang quickly found the largest bowl and scooped the Maoxuewang in the pot into his own bowl. He did not stop until the food could be shaken out if the bowl was moved.

Chef Li was heartbroken when he saw that one third of the Maoxuewang was gone from the pot. He shouted, "Fatty Zhang, you scooped away so much by yourself. How are we going to divide this little bit?"

"Miss Ran'er promised to let me eat it. Besides, didn't I leave some for you?" Fatty Zhang replied righteously.

"You, you, you fat bastard, you only know how to eat. I can't eat you to death." Chef Li complained a few words in anger.

Everyone else looked at Fatty Zhang with displeasure, but Fatty Zhang ignored them all, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

Pretending not to notice, he took another bowl of rice from the rice pot, and ate the blood curd with a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of blood curd, slurping the food with gusto.

Lin Yiran smiled and tried to smooth things over, "Everyone, please eat quickly. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

Several people then took their bowls and chopsticks, and Fatty Zhang silently handed Lin Yiran an empty bowl and a pair of chopsticks.

Lin Yiran glanced at the dishes in her hand and thought that this fat guy Zhang was quite cute.

He smiled and said thank you, scooped a shovel of Maoxuewang from the pot, and prepared to serve rice.

Suddenly, another shovel of Maoxuewang was shoveled into the bowl. Lin Yiran looked up at Chef Li who was holding the shovel and said with a smile: "Thank you, I just had a meal and I'm not hungry, so I just want to taste it. I can't finish so much."

"Even if you've eaten, you must be hungry after being busy for such a long time." Chef Li forcefully stopped Lin Yiran from putting vegetables into the pot.

"Just eat quickly. Speaking of eating, we've already eaten," Chef Feng at the side also joined in persuading them.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Lin Yiran had no choice but to compromise.

When they saw her go to get some rice, they divided the remaining Maoxuewang in the pot equally.

"This Maoxuewang tastes a little spicier than boiled beef, but its aftertaste is also a little mellower. I like this Maoxuewang more than boiled beef." Chef Li expressed his opinion while eating.

"I...also prefer...this Maoxuewang," Fatty Zhang said vaguely.

"This is a bit spicy for me, sha... sha... I think boiled beef is more suitable for me." Chef Feng wiped his snot and tears while eating.

Lin Yiran couldn't help but sigh that there is a reason why Sichuan cuisine has been passed down for thousands of years. Even in a different time and space, its audience is still very broad.

The feedback from both the chefs and customers who dine out is very good.

Brother Lin San in the hall finally finished recording the name and dining reservation time of the last customer.

I shook my sore arms, let out a long sigh, and finally took a break.

Shopkeeper Cheng fiddled with the abacus beads, and the smile on his face grew wider and wider. The income from one afternoon was actually half a month's turnover.

This is really exciting news! He is full of expectations for the future development of Xiang Man Lou. He is also full of confidence in the recipes provided by Lin Yiran.

Shopkeeper Cheng saw that most of the diners in the hall had left, and Xiao Dunzi and the others were free, "Xiao Dunzi, there will be customers paying the bill later, please help with it, I have to go and greet Shopkeeper Li."

"Okay, boss, you go ahead," Xiaodunzi agreed readily.

Manager Cheng wanted to train the third brother Lin, so he called him to go to the second floor.

After finishing his meal, Lin Yiran took out the recipes he had written earlier from his sleeve pocket and handed them to Chef Li. "Chef Li, there are thirty-five recipes here. You can study them carefully when you have time."

Chef Li carefully took the pieces of rice paper which seemed thin but were enough to change his life.

With trembling hands, he looked carefully at the recipe on the paper, his eyes sparkling with ecstasy, like the starry night sky, and the uncontrollable excitement seemed to burst out from his eyes.

The others couldn't sit still any longer and leaned over to look.

"Ran'er, Uncle Cheng wants to talk to you about something," the voice of Third Brother Lin came in.

"Okay, I got it." Lin Yiran originally wanted to say hello to Chef Li and the others, but when she saw a few people gathered together to study seriously, she gave up the idea and tiptoed out of the kitchen.