C195 The song to send tofu tofu

When they heard that her surname was Song, they immediately let them in.

"Steward Zhou said hello before, it's just that you guys are coming too slowly, why are you only arriving now? Master Zhang has already asked about it several times."

Yesterday, when Mian Niang heard the Steward Zhou talking to someone in the kitchen, she knew that the Master Zhang was Peach Blossom House's chef so she quickly followed them inside while carrying the tofu plate with him.

Before they even entered the kitchen, they heard the Master Zhang's curses. The fragrance of cooking wafted out one after another, and Mian Niang and Mistress Yun couldn't help but sniff.

The worker who opened the door told them to wait here. Leaning on the door, he shouted "Master Zhang" and said to them, "Song Pu Zi has come to deliver the tofu."

Mian Niang grinded her teeth, feeling that this sentence was a little awkward.

"Come on, what are you shouting for? My ears are stuffed with chicken feathers, can't you hear me? "

Master Zhang's voice was loud, it seemed like he was holding back when he was talking to Steward Zhou yesterday.

Mistress Yun looked at Mian Niang worriedly, thinking that this person was not easy to deal with. It was unknown whether this kind of business deal would be better done or not.

If Mian Niang was bullied, she hoped that this business would not be done. It didn't matter if she earned less money.

Compared to Mistress Yun who was worried, Mian Niang was much calmer, even though the Master Zhang was shouting at them rudely, "It's only here now, why don't you send it over tonight? It's just right that you want to sell Frozen Tofu, it's winter now, if it's summer, you probably won't even be able to sell Frozen Tofu, what's left is stinky tofu!"

Mian Niang only laughed with a good temper: "There's no other way. Lu Yuan, you know, also a furry donkey cart. If you don't want to go quickly, please forgive me."

"Forgive me, I can forgive. Can my previous customers forgive me? You came early just to wait for your tofu? "

Actually, in the morning, there weren't many people eating at the Peach Blossom House, only customers would come in the afternoon and at night. Mian Niang had passed by a few times previously, so she could be considered to have some understanding of the restaurant's guest flow, thus, after hearing Master Zhang's words, she could only smile calmly and only let him taste the tofu.

Master Zhang shouted a few more times and felt that it was meaningless. He let the worker carry two stools and place them in front of him, letting the two of them place the tofu plate on top of it, but he did not really taste it, as Mian Niang had said. Instead, he lifted up the layer of cloth on top of the tofu and took a look at it, mainly to see if there were any impurities inside the tofu.

Mian Niang was still the same gentle and calm appearance. She was not angry because of his overbearing attitude from before, nor was she deeply afraid from this point.

Master Zhang slightly nodded his head, he felt that this skinny youngster was indeed calm, but so what if he was calm, these young men who had been calm for the past few years were not rare, in the end, he only had two appearances.

He was originally calm and collected, but now he was honest and useless. He lived a peaceful life, yet he achieved nothing.

The other method was to suppress one's ambition with the ability to achieve something. However, once one achieved something, this sense of security would gradually disappear and be replaced by arrogance and frivolity. There were only a few people who had never experienced great storms and were able to stay calm for their entire life.

He turned around and waved his hand towards the kitchen. Someone immediately brought over a bowl and chopsticks, and when he turned around, another plate of sauce was delivered to him. He picked up a piece of tofu, ate it, smacked his lips, ate another mouthful, and closed his eyes.

This youngster's eyes were probably too bright, causing his old face to turn red. He immediately became unable to hold on and asked in a bad mood, "What's wrong?"

He had wanted to say, "What are you looking at?" and scold back, as before, but when he saw the young man's wife standing aside, his heart softened and he gave the bright-eyed young man face.

"I've never seen anyone like you." Mian Niang said.

"What kind of person am I?" Master Zhang was born with a red face, his eyes were round like the moon, and when he glared at people, his eyes were even rounder, "My temper isn't good." Those words seemed to be engraved on his forehead.

He had a moustache on his mouth and looked very clean and tidy. His white operating clothes didn't look oily at all. His teeth were white and neat while a pair of old shoes was clean. He looked like an elegant person.

He was an impatient person, and had a slow personality.

Mian Niang said unhurriedly: "I am selling tofu, and everyone can taste if the tofu is delicious or not, but that is all. To most people, tofu is only a dish, just like cabbage and potatoes, it is not expensive nor delicious, but you are different. In your eyes, this is not tofu, it is something even more precious."

"Who said that tofu isn't as delicious as chicken, duck, or fish?" Master Zhang sneered, then ordered someone to bring the tofu inside, before he said to Mian Niang: "Follow me."

In the kitchen?

Mian Niang's surprised expression was written on her face. She knew that there were many rules set by the people in the city, so one shouldn't casually enter the kitchen of a big restaurant.

Before, Master Zhang had thought that she was steady, but now she despised her for dawdling around, and immediately said snappily: "If I let you in, you can come in, hesitating to act like a woman. Is it that interesting?"

She was a female mother in the first place, so Mian Niang did not refute her and pulled her hand as they walked into the kitchen.

After entering, Mistress Cloud's face revealed even more surprise.

Yesterday, when she was standing in the courtyard, she had only seen a corner of the kitchen through the door and didn't dare to look too much. Now that she had entered, she knew what it meant to have another world.

There were two cases of red and white, fish, chicken, and fish. There were more than ten pots with dishes on them. There were people washing the vegetables, cutting the piles, washing the bowls, and six or seven people wearing white coats and hats.

The fragrance of the spicy soy sauce entered his nostrils. If he didn't have gluttony, he would have been hooked. There was an elbow on the chopping board nearby. It was bright in color and had a strong fragrance.

She immediately turned her head to look at Mian Niang, wanting to know if she was the only one who was acting like this. However, she discovered that Mian Niang's gaze was currently following that Master Zhang.

He was completely focused, as if the Master Zhang and her plate of tofu were more attractive than these.

Afraid that she would lose to Mian Niang in such a way, Mistress Yun hurriedly pulled back her attention and looked at the Master Zhang with Mian Niang.

Watch him swiftly cut tofu into small pieces, boiling water after the hot, pour oil, cooking pot, add seasonings, soup, down the tofu.

All the movements were completed in one go. Finally, he covered the pot and quietly waited for it to boil.

The same concentration, completely without the fire and impatience from before, seemed like … What does it look like? Mistress Cloud did not know how to describe it, in the end, she could only think of Master Zhang looking at the wok the same way she would when her mother-in-law heard the gossip, her eyes shining brightly.

If Mian Niang had said it, Mian Niang would have said that this Master Zhang was like a scholar who had seen an ancient book.

As the pot started to boil, the fragrance gradually spread out in all directions. It was unknown if it was because the two of them were standing too close to each other, but the fragrance of the tofu actually faintly covered the other scents in the kitchen.

Master Zhang's face also revealed a faint smile, he looked at Mian Niang with a pleased expression, as though there was something else he could not understand.

After simmering for a while, he opened the pot and sprinkled the starch onto it. The tofu was coated with a light yellow glow and was sprinkled with a layer of tender green onion. The tofu was removed from the pot and poured into the white porcelain plate.

Yellow, white and green, they seemed better looking than the satin in the silk shop.

The plates were placed in front of the two of them, along with two pairs of chopsticks.

"Let's see if my tofu is delicious, or your family's meat is delicious."

Master Zhang's voice was just as loud, making people unable to disobey or reject him.

After experiencing everything these two days, Mistress Yun had already gotten used to Mian Niang doing what she had to do. Mian Niang did not refuse and directly put a piece of tofu into her mouth.

He carefully savored it and slowly chewed on it. His expression changed bit by bit, from doubt to admiration. His expression didn't change in just an instant. His eyes were still fresh and fresh.

After eating a piece of tofu, the last word that came out of his mouth was, "En!"

"Hmm what?"

Master Zhang washed his hands, and the young disciple beside him handed over a teapot made of purple sand.

Master Zhang placed the teapot to the side. He first picked up a pair of chopsticks and placed a piece of tofu in his mouth.

As he ate slowly and chewed carefully, Master Zhang's reaction was completely different from Mian Niang's.

In his eyes, there was only this sort of 'should have been' matter-of-factness.

Mian Niang picked up another piece of tofu and fed it to Mistress Cloud. After watching Mistress Cloud eat the tofu, she said, "It's better than chicken, duck, and fish."

Mistress Cloud also thought that Mian Niang was right and nodded in agreement.

Master Zhang felt that this couple was too intimate, and did not like the view. He turned his head, and picked up his own purple clay teapot, and said snappily: "Hmph, delicious? It is just an ordinary Braised bean curd with red sauce that can make such a conclusion. It can be seen that you do not have much experience. "

This person was temperamental, and obviously made from his own tofu. He even thought that it was delicious, but when others said that it was delicious, he even asked them to be mocked and ridiculed. Mistress Yun was not convinced, and wanted to fight for Mian Niang's sake, but was worried that she would ruin her business. She did not know what to do for a moment, and could only stick out her tongue and make a face, which could be considered as venting her anger.

However, Mian Niang had a good temper, and was not angry at the moment. Instead, she laughed: "You're right, country bumpkin, you only earn so much money every year, it's already good enough to be able to eat, you don't have a chance to broaden your horizons."

Even though her attitude was gentle, her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, even more so in front of the bad-tempered Master Zhang.

Master Zhang glanced at her and was even more surprised at this young lad's calmness. However, he did not show it on his face.

"Since this little brother has said so, Old Zhang, just raise your hand and let her see what a good thing is."

The cotton door curtain that led to the main hall was raised, and Steward Zhou who he saw yesterday walked in, and looked at the two of them calmly.