Chapter 153

Xue Mingqing made a reservation, and the three went into the Peony Pavilion. After they were seated, the waiter presented the menu.

Jin Xiaoxiao took the menu from the shopkeeper's hand. He was stunned for a moment and looked at the menu in his hand suspiciously. Xue Mingqing was also puzzled and asked, "but what's the problem?"

"As like as two peas," she handed the menu to Xue Mingqing, "this menu..." Kim said, "I'm just the same as mine."

"As like as two peas!"

Xue Mingqing took a look at the menu and frowned slightly.

"As like as two peas," the first thing is, "you see, the menu is written beside the name of the dish, painted with dishes, and even the style is exactly the same as I created myself."

"Has the manager of Peony Pavilion ever been to your club?" Zhao Heng asked.

Jin Xiaoxiao shook his head: "as you know, my club only serves women, but as far as I know, I've never received your husband from Cangzhou..."

She said half, suddenly pause: "do you know, Cangzhou white lady and this Peony Pavilion boss can have any contact?"

Zhao Heng said: "this white lady is very fond of eating. Speaking of it, this white lady is also a frequent visitor to the Peony Pavilion."

Jin Xiaoxiao hooked his lips and said with a deep smile, "maybe it's from Mrs. Bai's training."

Among the three of you, although the two young masters were born of extraordinary origins, they were not as good as Jin Xiaoxiao in terms of food, so they let her order.

"The best one in the Peony Pavilion is the sauce elbow. Since we're here to taste it, we'll certainly order some of the most famous dishes here." With a smile, Jin Xiaoxiao glanced at the shopkeeper and gently ordered on the menu: "another steamed yellow croaker, marinated goose feet and cold jellyfish."

Although these dishes seem simple, they can reflect the basic skills of a chef.

As long as Jin Xiaoxiao has tasted it, he can tell whether these dishes are from an old cook or a novice who only has the secret recipe.

After a while, the four dishes were on the table. Zhao Heng ordered another pot of bamboo leaf green, and the three began to use it.

The sauce elbow is ruddy in color and full of aroma. If you peel it lightly with chopsticks, you can see that the meat is soft and glutinous. No matter how it is cooked or seasoned, you are very skilled. It shows that you are used to it in daily life. After a little taste of it, the taste is excellent.

If you look at the other dishes, it's no better.

Jin Xiaoxiao tasted every dish. Although the taste was ok, it was far from perfect for her.

She shook her head slightly, with a faint smile on her lips: "it's not so good. It's not an old craft that she can eat. It's like she's practiced these days."

Xue Mingqing didn't move his chopsticks, but Zhao Heng enjoyed it.

After a while, he ate up a few plates by himself.

"I think it tastes good."

Jin Xiaoxiao and Xue Mingqing looked at each other with a cool smile: "it's really a donkey."

Xue Mingqing looked at Jin Xiaoxiao and asked after a little consideration, "what else do you taste?"

Jin Xiaoxiao nodded noncommittally and said, "I've tasted the craftsmanship of Zhang Yichu. These dishes really have the shadow of his craftsmanship."

"Do you mean..." Zhao Heng said: "Peony Pavilion covets the first floor menu?"

Jin Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "eight nine is ten. I'd like to see the head of Peony Pavilion. "

"I'm afraid it won't work." Xue Mingqing looked around, lowered his voice and said: "after my recent inspection, it seems that the Peony Pavilion is a treasure. Even the kitchen should be guarded, and no one else is allowed to enter."

"This..." Jin Xiao Wen Yan, Dai Mei micro Cu.

It is true that some restaurants do not let outsiders enter the kitchen in order to keep their cooking skills from spreading to the outside world, but few people guard the kitchen. Obviously, the Peony Pavilion is greasy.

"It's not hard to see the manager." Zhao Heng said with a smile.

Smell speech, Jin Xiaoxiao and Xue Mingqing looked at him together.

Zhao Heng waved to them and motioned for them to get closer: "tonight, we'll see what's going on."

Jin Xiaobai gave him a look.

Please, brother, you know, you are a constable. Don't "sneak in" all the time.

Zhao Heng looked at Jin Xiaoxiao's expression and shrugged indifferently: "if you don't want to see him, let's not go."

"Good!" Kim nodded.

Xue Mingqing paid the money, and the three left the Peony Pavilion. Looking at the time, they were supposed to prepare for Mrs. Zhao's lunch. They abandoned the carriage and went shopping in the market.

Mrs. Zhao should be under the red disease, leading to Qi and blood deficiency, from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, known as the blood deficiency, over the years, resulting in Mrs. Zhao spleen and stomach weakness, kidney deficiency, dry skin, dry hair.

The dishes designated by Jin Xiaoxiao are, on the one hand, to strengthen the spleen and stomach for Mrs. Zhao, and on the other hand, to replenish qi and blood.

Black chicken, longan, lotus root and red jujube are all good products for invigorating qi and nourishing blood. Jin Xiaoxiao plans to cook black chicken soup for Mrs. Zhao at noon, plus two small dishes.

They bought a black chicken weighing five or six Jin in the market and returned to Zhao's house.

It takes time to make black chicken soup. Zhao Heng takes advantage of this time to prepare the night clothes he needs to sneak into the Peony Pavilion at night. Together with them, he also prepares the weapons for the three.

When Zhao Heng handed a dagger to Jin Xiaoxiao, the corner of her mouth could not help but * two times.

They're just going to meet a cook. It seems that they can't use them?!

Zhao Heng did not think so. He took a peek at the stewed black chicken soup in the pot, took a deep breath of the fragrance, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"We're dealing with vicious killers. There's a good thing or a bad thing, and we've got a good weapon." Zhao Heng got to the pot table, only felt the fragrance overflowing, and reminded the greedy insects in his stomach: "Xiao Xiao, what's the stew in you? How delicious is it? "

"Would you like some?"

In a short novel, Jin Sheng produced a bowl of black chicken soup from the pot and handed it to Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng took it and ate it clean: "it's really delicious. Give me another bowl. "

Jin Xiaoxiao covered her lips with a handkerchief and began to smile.

Xue Mingqing couldn't help smiling. Her eyes turned into a crescent moon: "I advise you not to eat more."

"Why?" Zhao Heng a face doubts, frown to ask.

Xue Mingqing pointed to the motherwort beside the pot table: "if I guess correctly, it's used to mend women's body."

"Ah?" Zhao Heng stares big eyes: "that... The man ate, should not have what is wrong?"

Jin Xiaoxiao half narrowed his eyes and nodded meaningfully: "maybe * Oh!"