Help! I just woke up and was stabbed by a big kid

"Hmph, do you think your cousin only knows how to eat with his mouth open? Tell me quickly!" The Marquis urged again.

Gu Yue just smiled and said nothing, but continued to open the box of spices and smell them. He selected a few that tasted similar to Hu La Tang, and put a little of each in his small bag.

The Marquis looked at him. Actually, he didn't think this country boy had any interesting recipes, so he wasn't in a hurry.

"These recipes I gave you are all prepared for the restaurant. I'll fill in the blanks if you see any missing items." Gu Yue followed the Marquis into the house to write the recipes.

Gu Yue mentioned several soup recipes. Two of them were Cantonese soups that he had cooked based on tutorials he had found online, and two were recipes he had seen but had not made, and he did not remember the complete recipes. He mentioned the specific ingredients and followed the recipes of the two with complete recipes.

After thinking about it, the soups were still a bit thin, so a few desserts were added. These all required milk and butter, which were things that Gu Yue could hardly get at this stage, so he let Hongcheng, a big company, research it himself.

"Wait, I understand everything else, but what is this butter?" The Marquis paused with his pen.

"Uh...it's also a by-product of cow's milk. This kind of thing is made on the Mongolian grasslands in the north. Have you ever been there, cousin?" Gu Yue was halfway through his explanation when he turned the conversation to the Marquis.

He is too limited. Although he is a modern man, he definitely doesn't know as much as this marquis who loves to travel around.

"Mongolia? I've been there and ate the lamb and milk dumplings there..." The Marquis frowned and thought.

"It's a yellow, solidified grease-like substance. It is indeed oil, but it is rarely used for cooking." Gu Yue looked at him hopefully.

"I seem to have seen this kind of thing! Don't worry, I will write a letter to my friend in Mongolia tomorrow. You continue." The Marquis waved his hand.

Look, look at this network of people!

Gu Yue was filled with emotion. Wasn’t the Marquis’s knowledge and social connections of nearly half his life his own golden finger?

When he met the opportunity provided by Gu Yue, a modern human soul, didn't he seize it immediately?

Gu Yue mentioned the oven again. He had one at home. It looked complicated, but it was just an insulated box with two heating tubes. It was crude, but it worked.

"... Generally speaking, it is a box that can be heated continuously, and the temperature should be kept as stable as possible." Gu Yue described it.

The Marquis nodded. He just loved studying these strange things. If it were someone else, they would probably just think Gu Yue was whimsical and not give him a chance to speak.

"That's all for now. I'll tell my uncle when I think of anything else later," said Gu Yue.

"Where did you get these ideas? I've never heard of them!" The Marquis only looked at the recipes he wrote and felt that these things were very likely to be delicious. In general, at the very least: seasonings with similar flavors are put together, and the ingredients are reasonably matched. The soups that use fruits may seem strange, but they are not fruits with unique flavors, so they are feasible.

"Haha... those are all the stupid things from the past. I was chatting with people in the casino and talking about all sorts of things. I heard about these dishes." Gu Yue had already thought of an excuse.

"Well, that's good. What kind of snack shop are you going to open in Liuli Town? Can you tell me about this?" The Marquis was very curious. He felt that the ones that Gu Yue kept for himself must be delicious and simple, unlike the ones he had, which were complicated and could only be made in big restaurants.

Gu Yue pondered for a moment.

He felt that he was still narrow-minded.

"Fried chicken." Gu Yue said.

"Oh? What kind of food is that? Chicken fried like a pancake?" The Marquis was very interested. "Hey, look at my mouth. If you don't want to tell me, then I won't tell you."

"Uncle, I just thought about it and it would be better for me to tell you the fried chicken recipe." Gu Yue said.

The Marquis was really surprised: "Why is that? Do you know that the secret recipe is very important?"

"I know, but on the one hand I trust my cousin, and on the other hand the recipe is really simple, so I might as well give it to you now. If my cousin wants to sell it in a restaurant in the future, I'll be taking advantage of you." Gu Yue smiled.

The Marquis was speechless again. Is it really okay to express this idea so bluntly?

But he found that he didn't hate chatting like this. He just didn't care about the restaurant because he was annoyed by the polite words exchanged with those food suppliers. The words were full of hidden meanings and were linked together. He was so annoyed.

This Gu Dashi, his eyes are sincere and his words are straightforward...

Good, very good!

"Also, that is... my cousin has a group of famous chefs from all over the world gathered here. They can definitely give some suggestions on making fried chicken, and it can also save me the cost of materials for trial making." Gu Yue scratched his head.

He was indeed narrow-minded before, how embarrassing! He even said directly that he didn't trust others.

Moreover, Gu Yue instinctively felt that the Marquis was trustworthy.

How could someone who loves to eat have any bad intentions!

"You tell me first!" The Marquis did not express his opinion immediately, but he felt closer to Gu Yue in his heart.

“Just wash the tender chicken and chicken wings, marinate them with cooking wine and various seasonings, then coat them with thin flour and egg liquid and…” Gu Yue was stuck. Where could he find breadcrumbs in Beiqin?

"With what?" the Marquis asked. This method was very novel.

"It's hard to explain. I tend to think it's coated with a layer of crispy small noodles. Then deep-fried in large amounts of oil until golden and crispy. It must be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and it must be very delicious." Gu Yue was drooling as he spoke.

"Okay. Okay!" The Marquis touched his chin and nodded. He didn't grow a beard like most middle-aged men in Northern Qin. It was said that it was for the convenience of eating. "I'll call Lao Zhang and Lao Yu over now. Someone! Go call Lao Zhang and Lao Yu, and clean up the kitchen. I want to cook!"

So that afternoon, the four of them crowded into the dining room to study new delicacies.

During this period, the court physician was called in, because some medicinal herbs were put into the Lao Guang soup. To be on the safe side, and also because he was afraid that the names of some medicinal herbs in Bei Qin and the present world would be different, he asked the court physician to keep an eye on it.

Of the four soups, one was not made because the ingredients were seasonal, and one tasted too sweet. After evaluating it, the Marquis and the two chefs decided not to serve it in the restaurant, but just stew it at home. The other two were both good, so they wrote down the official recipes and sent them to the restaurant.

Gu Yue was a little surprised. The Marquis actually knew how to purchase goods from the comprehensive consumer market?

He looked like he was just eating.

Several desserts required fresh milk and butter, but the chefs first used soybean oil, which has a lighter taste, instead. However, the result was a sweeter-tasting steamed bun that was not tasty at all.

Some of them also required differentiating between high-gluten and low-gluten flours, but Beiqin didn't have the technology. And the oven was replaced by a pot, so it was a complete failure.

The double-skin milk was the only thing that was successful. Several people worked hard to make dozens of bowls, and wrote down the recipe and sent it to the restaurant. The good ones were picked out from the successful ones and sent to the women and children, and the rest were given to the servants.

So fulfilling!

Gu Yue's career progressed very successfully, and he had a smile on his face when he returned to the restaurant.

Those dishes were fresh and interesting, so they certainly couldn't be put on the menu directly. They definitely needed to be marketed. As for how to market them, the manager knew this very well, so he took over the whole thing and asked Gu Yue to learn from him.

He already knew that Gu Yue was planning to return to Liuli Town to develop, and he was a little reluctant to let him go. He didn't have any grudges in his heart and was willing to teach him everything he knew.

Not to mention the new dishes, Gu Yue's reports and his contributions in looking after the place made him less worried. He even had fewer gray hairs. It was like they were old friends from the first sight.