royal family

When Mao Shaofeng stepped into the imperial gate seat, he couldn't help but smile slightly when he saw the ugly face of his cousin Mao Yuemei.

In fact, it wasn't just Mao Yuemei, the faces of the people who followed the Mao family were quite strange.Mr. Mao didn't seem to know the embarrassment of his family at all, and he introduced with a smile on his face as he walked in: "Now that it's the end of the year, it's becoming more and more difficult to book a seat for the Imperial Gate Banquet. I also directly called Xiao Shao's relationship to let him Leave a small box for me, otherwise our family will have to wait until the first day of the new year if we want to come in."

Mao Lei, Mao Yuemei’s second brother, Mao Yuemei’s father reached out and tried to pull his clothes, looked around, and lowered his voice to discourage Mr. Mao’s whim: “Brother, it’s just a meal, let’s go to our own house when we are at home. Hotels are fine, why do you have to come to Yumonzai?"

"It's not like you haven't come to the Yumen seats to hold the show, have you?" Mr. Mao was stunned for a moment when he heard his younger brother's words, then turned his head to look, and found a bunch of younger brothers and sisters behind him with unnatural expressions, and immediately became angry. He raised his brows and taught, "Being humble, eager to learn and being tolerant of others, which one have you learned now?! What shame is there to be inferior to others? We have to learn more from others who are outstanding! I told you that it is usually more Come out to eat and eat in an excellent restaurant learning experience, you guys! Your whole life will be ruined by your mood!"

Mao Shaofeng calmly listened to his father's training of his uncle, and nodded in agreement.He has also seen clearly over the years that although the Mao family is large and lush, there are not many people who understand it.Like the second uncles of his family, they have valued the face of the Mao family and their own dignity in this life, and they usually get angry for a long time when they hear that a certain restaurant tastes better than the Mao family restaurant.Ever since Shao Yan made a meal at Shao's house last time, these guys who felt ashamed began to avoid mentioning Shao Yan's name as much as possible.How small are their minds?The last time the Yumen seats opened, Mr. Mao had some places to bring people in, but until the end, only Feng Qifang and Mao Shaofeng followed.

Mao Shaofeng had long since despaired of this group of relatives, they just had ready-made skills, so let them manage the Mao family, one by one eager for quick success, it would be a good thing not to defeat the Mao family.

Mao Lei was scolded by his elder brother, but he didn't dare to refute. His eyes glanced at the seat furnishings in the imperial gate, and he felt his face was burning.

After eating Shao Yan's meal at the family banquet, Mao Lei felt that the Mao family had really lost everyone.He couldn't understand what his elder brother was thinking at all. Not only did he lose to Chef Dou, but he also lost to a young kid who had never heard of the name before. Contact is really sick.

The more sarcasm he used before, the more humiliating Mao Lei felt when he saw the Shao family now. He thought that it would be good if Yumenxi closed down early and let the Shao family go back to their city A quickly, but he couldn't stop these three words from The popularity of S city is getting brighter and brighter.It was really helpless for him to come here with Mr. Mao today. It would be unreasonable to not show up after so many appointments, but he was very reluctant in his heart. He used his X-ray-like accurate Look left and right, intending to find a few shortcomings that can be exaggerated from the corners that you don't like.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he would be greeted by a fiery dining atmosphere, a scene he had never seen in Mao's restaurant.The surrounding decoration is antique, the light is kept within a comfortable range, and there is seemingly no light music around the head. It is rare to see vacant seats in the hall at a glance. It is strange that so many people are not noisy .As far as Mao Lei could see, almost everyone was eating.

The waiter recognized Mr. Mao, and came out from the service desk to greet him affectionately: "Mr. Mao, are you here? Mr. Shao Xiao personally called, and the box is reserved for you."

It was obviously not the first time for Mr. Mao to come here, and his attitude was very familiar. He said cheerfully, "Today's Laba, are there any new dishes in the store?"

Walking all the way in, the waiter smiled lightly and said, "It's not a new dish. Mr. Shao Xiao has been cooking Laba porridge in the kitchen all day today. I sneaked to the back to take a look, and it was delicious enough. The porridge has been on the market since noon yesterday. It’s starting to boil, you should be able to come out after a while, right?”

"Cut—" There was a moderate sneer in the line, the waiter leading the way didn't hear it, but Mao Shaofeng heard it, and turned to look at Mao Yuewen who was full of disapproval.

His eyes are a little cold.At home, no one cares about what these people like to do, but when they come out and behave like this, the whole Mao family will lose face.

Mao Yuewen's elder sister, Mao Yuemei, was a wink, so she immediately gave her younger brother a hug.Mao Yuewen was still a little unconvinced, and grabbed Mao Yuemei's hand pulling his clothes and said in a low voice, "It's exciting to make porridge on Laba Festival. Our Mao family has been sending pots for porridge on Temple Street for many years. Messy rice Pour the beans and beans into the pot and boil them, and it will become like this..."

Although these words were not loud, those who wanted to hear them could easily hear them clearly.Mr. Mao's complexion suddenly became a little bad. The waiter who led the way looked back at Mao Yuewen, and his smile faded by two points, but he didn't get angry, and he still said kindly: "Yes, I thought the same way before. A pot of porridge is no work for Mr. Shao Xiao." Did you go out in person? But those of us who have never seen the world, always think that Laba porridge is beans boiled rice. I just went to the kitchen to take a look and realized that it is not the same thing."

Mao Yuewen's complexion changed, and he was about to scold him, who is short-sighted, when he saw the waiter push open a wooden door wrapped in silk in front of him, and changed the subject with a smile: "Mr. Mao, the Duobao hall is here."

He didn't follow in, and only the Mao family was left in the room. Seeing Mr. Mao's gloomy face, Mao Yuewen felt uneasy, and suddenly heard Mr. Mao's sonorous voice whisper: "Go back, since If you don’t want to come, I won’t force you.”

Mao Yuewen was stunned for two seconds. His father, Mao Lei, couldn't sit still first, and quickly kicked him: "You have no wink! Why don't you hurry up and apologize!"

"Dad! Uncle!" Mao Yuewen held the position kicked by his father in disbelief, and said loudly, "Didn't I just say that casually?! Just now the waiter accused Sang Huai of my short-sightedness, why didn't you hear it? ?”

Mao Lei was almost pissed off by his impatient son. This kid's personality was a copy of his, but he was even less brainy.It's fine to say this kind of thing at home, but if you don't know how to restrain yourself when you come out, it will kill him.

But Mr. Mao was too lazy to chat with him, he waved his hands and said, "Go out, go out, you don't need to come out with me in the future."

As soon as these words came out, Mao Yuewen was frightened immediately. He froze in place, at a loss, staring at Mr. Mao and refused to move.For a traditional family like the Mao family, if he dared to walk out of this door today, he might never have the chance to come in again.

Mao Lei looked at his elder brother and then at his son, and quickly gave his daughter a wink to tell her to act like a spoiled child. He raised his hand and smacked his son on the forehead a few times, and shouted angrily, "What a disgrace! You will only mess with me if you come out!" Uncle is angry, why don’t you roll over and do a good job!”

It was only then that Mao Yuewen sat down at the junior's table, curled up on the chair like a quail.

Mr. Mao was just trying to scare him. Although he was angry, he couldn't really drive him away.Seeing this, he just glanced at his family and Si Ni's younger brother, as if he didn't see it.

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In the kitchen, Shao Yan took out the sauerkraut jar that was covered with a cloth in the corner, opened it and sniffed it according to the mouth of the jar, and ordered his disciples to come and fish out the pickled radish soaked in it and slice it into slices.

The radishes were pickled when he first arrived in S City, not the traditional way of pickling vegetables.The radish in the deep altar looked white and clean when it was scooped up, and it was so watery that juice would drip out when twisted, and the place where the knife edge touched would automatically open, so there is no need to mention the crispness.Tian Xiaotian cut the radish into thin slices, and couldn't help but secretly took a bite. The sour taste rushed into his mouth and made his whole body tremble, and then layers of sweet and fresh fragrance spread out.

"Hey!" He really couldn't understand how something would feel so different when it was in his master's hands, but he kept stealing half of it in a row before he was discovered by the patrolling Shao Yan. He slapped him hard.

Tian Xiaotian touched his hands and smiled flatteringly at his master.

"Stop dawdling." Shao Yan pushed his head, somewhat helpless in his heart.Tian Xiaotian is smart and good at acting like a baby, he is his favorite apprentice, but sometimes this child-like personality is really unbearable, "I will cut all the radishes out soon, and fry lard residue, and then wait until In the afternoon, the porridge will be boiled dry."

The aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar and Laba porridge is spreading in the kitchen. There are several large pots in the corner, and the porridge is simmering on a slow fire.Tian Xiaotian thought of the sweet smell he smelled by the pot in the morning, so he didn't dare to do foreign work any more. Shao Yan took two apprentices to lift the pot of oil dregs from boiled pork suet to the table, and started cooking. .

"Master!" Tian Xiaotian was chopping vegetables next to him, and he couldn't help asking loudly when he smelled the strong aroma of onion and garlic in the pot, "Isn't frying this stuff too oily for porridge? Sour radish is enough!"

Shao Yan poured the oil residue into a large pot, stir-frying it with a crackling sound, and after frying some of the remaining oil in the dry meat, he poured in the sauce that had been prepared before. .There was a long stinging sound when the liquid came into contact with the pot, and the aroma rolled into the lard, making it mouth-watering all at once.

Tian Xiaotian was stunned for a few seconds, thinking how my stupid brain can't learn well... Before Shao Yan could speak and raised his hand, he slapped himself on the face twice, and continued to chop vegetables: "I'm talking nonsense, master You didn't hear it."

The white and watery radish slices are spread on the plate, and the top is sprinkled with shredded pickled red pepper and pickled cucumber, which looks appetizing and beautiful.The task of frying the oil residue was taken over by the apprentice, and Shao Yan started to mix the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar that was boiled last night.The processed sweet-scented osmanthus mixed with honey syrup and foreign maple syrup newly discovered by Shao Yan not only has a layered taste, but also has a fragrance that cannot be compared with a single sweet-scented osmanthus syrup.When the lard dregs came out of the pot, he went to the porridge stove to check the heat, and then lifted one of the porridge lids with a brush: "Let's work!"

The apprentices in the room were stunned for a moment, and then began to cheer in unison.They have been busy with this porridge since yesterday, watching Shao Yan process various raw materials into the pot in different ways, and the energy and material resources consumed are by no means comparable to ordinary Laba porridge.The rich sweet aroma of porridge and rice tumbling in the pot began to wander around with the rising water vapor. Shao Yan took a spoon and stirred it. When he scooped up a spoonful, almost all the raw materials in the purple sauce-colored thick porridge were cooked. It slides down the edge of the spoon in large and large flowers.The specially selected eight-flavored raw materials are put into the pot at different times, and the effect is surprisingly good. The rolling aroma is the proof that the deliciousness of the ingredients has been stimulated to the highest point.

"Tian Xiaotian, bring me a thermos." Shao Yan glanced at the watch Yan Daichuan bought a few days ago on his wrist, and it was almost noon, "You take a pot of porridge, and bring some osmanthus sugar and salty ingredients , call my dad in a while, ask the driver to come and pick it up, and send it to Yan Daichuan."

Yan Daichuan doesn't know what he's been up to recently. He hasn't seen anyone at home for a long time, but he often orders people to bring him various things—clothes, shoes, decorations and so on.Is it true that real estate companies will be particularly busy at the end of the year?Shao Yan couldn't figure out the doorway here.

"Hey." Tian Xiaotian hurried to go, it was not the first time his master did this.Tian Xiaotian still remembers the first time he met Yan Daichuan when he was in City A. At that time, his master would not say a word to that person. A few days ago, after returning to the restaurant wearing brand new clothes, he would always start giving them Food is delivered.

Tian Xiaotian was a little strange, when did his master start wearing a watch?I didn't wear it before, isn't it because I don't like to wear it?

Laba porridge was moved out of the kitchen by several tall and strong apprentices, one pot was placed in the store, and the other pot was moved to the door.The rich aroma of porridge and rice immediately left the kitchen and began to fill a wider space.Tian Xiaotian rubbed his hands, and raised his voice with a smile: "Today's Laba Festival, the Yumen seats thank you for your support. Mr. Shao Xiao personally cooks the Laba porridge, and everyone gets a bowl for free. I wish you all the best in the coming year and all the best."

Everyone is so comfortable. Those who were excited to eat in the hall also put down their chopsticks and clapped along.During this period of time, Shao Yan's craftsmanship has also spread along with the prosperity of Yumenxi. Although he has apprentices, the things made by the apprentices are always different from him.The word Shao Yan is now the gold-lettered signboard of Yumenxi, and it is rare for him to cook in person. The guests sighed how lucky they were, and they were all excited.

The porridge is served table by bowl with side dishes. Fortunately, the women say that it can take a long time to taste it slowly.When the men tasted what they wanted, Siri snorted and fell down.In side dishes, lard residue and sour radish are equally popular.A bunch of people went to ask if they could sell extra.

The other cauldron that was removed was ordered by Shao Yan to be taken downstairs to the building to share.The porridge shed was set up a few days ago, and many people still thought that it was a brand that was going to be marketed.They still thought it was strange to see someone carrying the porridge into the shed, and they waited until the temporary signboard of the Imperial Gate Seat was hung on it, and then they swarmed up like cats who had seen a fish.Because there wasn't much porridge cooked, Shao Yan just gave it away as a happy gift, that's all.

The line stretched far away at once, and the guys in the store saw that it was almost done, and they all went to persuade the newcomers to come back next time.A group of lucky passers-by who were quick to react and jumped around the square after receiving hot porridge—oh my god!Is such a delicious thing really just porridge? ?

Most people have only heard of the name Yumenxi, and not everyone can walk in such a high consumption.What is the concept of a highly sought-after restaurant? Many people actually don't know. The food, no matter how delicious it is, isn't it the same?

But Yumenxi's bowl of Laba porridge, which is not astonishing in appearance, completely overturned their previous cognition.

After drinking the porridge with bowls in their hands, many people retreated to the edge of the square, looked up at the zenith of the building in front of them, which almost towered into the clouds, and thought of the three words "Yumen Banquet", which can always be seen in various reviews, in their hearts. Countless yearning.

No matter what, we must work hard to make money to eat for a while!

Since there is a share for each person, there is naturally a share of porridge in the box, and Mr. Mao's room was directly sent into a large bowl.Their dishes are almost ready, and they are all new dishes that have been added to the menu recently. Mr. Mao came here to exchange skills. Most of the time he eats new flavors, but there are some flavors that he always misses. , Every time I come, I will click on it again.

The golden bamboo shoots at Yumenxi are very hot recently, and the supply is limited to [-] copies per day. Usually, old customers only order through channels, and they are usually gone after [-] o'clock in the morning.The golden bamboo shoots are made of carrots, which are as thick as the top and bottom after peeling off. After stewing in broth for an unknown amount of time, the rare thing is that the radishes have not been boiled until they are limp and out of shape.The radish looks nothing new on the outside, but when you put it in your mouth, you can’t taste the original taste of carrots. The mouth is full of the fresh fragrance of gravy, combined with the soft and rich taste of "golden bamboo shoots", it is simply speechless.The asking price for such small finger-length carrots exceeded [-] yuan. Mr. Mao ate his own share, and after thinking about it for a long time, he was still not sure how it was made.

He sighed in his heart, thinking that there are heaven and man outside the sky, and there are people outside the sky.Before he took over the Maojia restaurant, he had been praised by his father for his extraordinary talent, which is rare in a century. Naturally, he learned cooking very quickly, and he was also very good at drawing inferences from one instance.But when a once-in-a-century genius meets a once-in-a-millennium genius, Mr. Mao can only look at his empty plate and sigh.

Only a few golden bamboo shoots can be ordered, so naturally not everyone can have it.The juniors were only divided into two sets, and the number of zero and one was enough for six tiers. One player and one tier couldn't be divided, so they had to cut them down and divide them equally.Mao Yuewen just said that he looked down on the Shao family, and seeing how ugly the food was shared by the brothers and sisters, he curled his lips and turned his head away.The Mao family saw that it was not just one or two people who disliked him, and seeing that he was trying to save face, they simply didn't let him stay.Mao Yuewen didn't think there was anything at first, it was just a carrot on the side, no matter how ignorant you are, you will find it rare.But when the people who ate this golden bamboo shoot on the table later showed full intoxication, they immediately regretted it in their hearts, but at this time, there is no place for him.

Mao Yuemei had no choice but to cut her share in half and give it to her younger brother. Mao Yuewen ate it in her mouth with a look of no interest, and her eyes immediately widened.

He immediately understood why everyone showed such amazed expressions just now. The soft and sticky carrot will melt when he sips it with his tongue, and it is sweetly applied to the tongue, and the delicious gravy fills the entire mouth.

How can it be so delicious!

While he was still pretending to be strong, he began to eat other dishes without hesitation.The brine foie gras is thick and fragrant, the crispy sea cucumber is soft and sweet, and the fried fish maw is rich in taste, and the umami taste is also raised to the extreme, which makes people feel bored and can't stop eating.

It took a while for everyone to react after the Laba porridge was sent to the box, and they all looked at the waiter who served the dishes with doubtful eyes. The waiter smiled and told about the delivery of the porridge on the Laba Festival of Yumenxi, and put down the side dishes quietly backed out.Mr. Mao waited for him to leave, and immediately got up to observe the porridge. The porridge had been boiled to its essence, and the porridge oil that had cooled slightly during the serving process was thickly covered.Mr. Mao removed the porridge coat, and the fresh and sweet smell locked inside was released, which caught his attention instantly.

The side dish is a pile of sour radishes and a pile of colorful... meat?And a bowl of golden-red syrup with osmanthus petals in it.Mr. Mao put a piece of sour radish into his mouth and chewed it for a long time before swallowing it. He looked at the juniors on the small table and said, "Everyone, come over and have a bowl. It's Laba Festival. Please do it well."

Mao Yuewen didn't want to go, but at the same time, he was worried that he would miss out on delicious food because of saving face, and at the same time, he was afraid that Mr. Mao would think that he would not change his teaching, so he went over to fill a bowl in desperation, and didn't dare to pick up side dishes, and scooped it into the bowl I took two spoonfuls of syrup and went back.

This is the porridge!

Mao Yuewen stared at the bowl and pouted, thinking, it was you who almost got me kicked out.

The sweet-scented osmanthus sugar and the fragrance of beans and rice are combined, and the smell is already good.He looked around, took a sip, and the thick porridge rolled into his mouth with the unique aroma of the mixed ingredients. It was hot, hot, and sweet, and the layered aroma of osmanthus and maple syrup was also eye-catching.

Mao Yuewen thought of what he said when he entered the imperial gate seat, and sat down on his seat without saying a word.

Mr. Mao glanced at him, and felt a little helpless seeing him being beaten like this.Children have to be taught how vast the world is when they are young, and if they think too highly of themselves, the Mao family is no better than this generation.

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Yan Daichuan came out of the meeting room with a group of people, and just happened to meet the driver of Shao's family who had just got out of the elevator. When he saw the thermos in his hand, a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Ah yo~" Wang Feimu came to talk to him these days about Gao Xiang's overseas development plan for film and television. He stayed in the company almost every day. He was fortunate enough to see the high-quality treatment Yan Daichuan received several times. He was jealous and joking, "Your baby Can I bring you something to eat again?"

The smile in Yan Daichuan's eyes faded, and he glanced at him indifferently: "Shao Yan is my cousin."

Wang Feimu twitched his lips, thinking how Yan Daichuan's temperament of dying all day long could lead to such shit luck.What about other people's cousins, one or two of his own are debt collectors.Not to mention anything else, give him such a wife, who is beautiful, can play with character and taste, and can cook good food.

It's as beautiful as a dream.

Yan Daichuan asked someone to take the driver of the Shao family to rest, and he wanted to be kind and polite to the people of the Shao family.Holding the thermos with his own hands, he started to chase people away, but a group of subordinates refused to leave, yelling that they would not let Yan Daichuan eat alone.Yan Daichuan was so sullen that he wanted to scold someone, and seeing that there was no hope of getting food, everyone left unwillingly.

Back in the office, Yan Daichuan felt warm when he opened the lid of the thermos.

Seeing the Laba porridge inside, Yan Daichuan was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what day it is today.The aroma of porridge hit his face, and he turned his head to look at the slightly gloomy sky outside the window. Behind the dense clouds was the long-lost sun, and his chest, which had been clouded for several days, opened up for some reason.

He didn't have time to eat all morning. When he opened the lid, he ate a piece of sour radish with his hand. The sweet and sour taste made his mouth full of saliva, and his stomach immediately growled.

He didn't know how to look at maple syrup. Yan Daichuan directly poured lard residue and sour radish into the porridge and stirred it together. The refreshing and greasy radish is chewed together with the porridge. It is so delicious that it is indescribable.

The assistant who came in to deliver the documents smelled the smell as soon as he opened the door. Although he kept forcing himself to keep his eyes straight, his corner of the eye fell on Yan Daichuan who was eating deliciously from the beginning to the end.He put down the documents, turned his head slower and slower, stared at the maple syrup that Yan Daichuan had put aside, and before going out, he dared to speak: "Yan... Yan Dong... you don't eat that, can you?" ..."

Yan Daichuan raised his eyelids to look at him, and looked at him for a moment with the rare and bold assistant, raised his hand to draw the untouched maple syrup towards him, and replied lightly: "No."

The assistant insisted on standing for a while, then left dejectedly.

A pot of porridge probably weighed almost a catty, and Yan Daichuan drank almost as much as he concentrated on.Stomach a little full, he walked to the window with his thermos in his arms, looked down at the passers-by who were walking quickly with their clothes wrapped up because of the cold weather, and suddenly had a feeling that he was very happy and warm right now.

The author has something to say: Everyone: How about another bowl?How about another bowl?Really gone?Really gone?

Yan Daichuan: I ate a catty!