Faced with the master's problem, Lu Ying found it couldn't be easier, "What's so difficult about knowing the taste of Duke Ping? You can find out if you invite the county magistrate to try it?"

But Yu Sansheng glanced at her and said, "Mrs. Ping Guogong said that the county lord has come to the capital and can no longer remember the smell."

How could this happen? Lu Ying frowned slightly. She had also heard about the deeds of the beggar county master, but no matter what, her own father was sick, how could she be so indifferent?

But the housework of these dignitaries is not something that cooks like them can worry about, so they can only think about how to solve it.

The master and apprentice were worried when Yu Sansheng suddenly thought of a way, "Do you know where there are people who make tofu? Why don't you just buy one and try it?"

Tofu? I seem to have heard someone say that. By the way, it’s the sister named Mu! Lu Ying remembered that Nianfu once said that her family has been making tofu for generations. She can even make crystal rolls, maybe

Would tofu be better? Then should I invite her...

No!

Lu Ying suddenly aroused a desire to win. With her own cooking skills, why should she ask for help?

"Master, I think what Duke Ping used to eat was folk food, and naturally it cannot compare with the exquisiteness of the imperial kitchen. How about we not make it so meticulous and just use folk methods to make a bowl of ordinary tofu curd?"

, what do you think?"

"This - is a way." However, after Yu Sansheng nodded, he looked at his disciple again in surprise, "You always say that you can't get enough of food, but you never think so. How come you know how to work around it today?"

Lu Ying choked up and realized in surprise. Unknowingly, she still took Sister Mu's words into her heart. Food should not only be shared with a few people, but should also be shared with more people.

Ordinary delicacies should also be made delicious.

Then let her prepare this bowl of "ordinary" tofu curd.

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When Ouyang Kang came home from the banquet, he saw Wangcai squatting at the door of the kitchen dutifully again, playing with his little paws and big furry tail. When he saw him coming back, he turned his head and took a look, and whined twice.

He said hello, and then continued to scratch his neck with his hind paws without any intention of moving away. Looking at this posture, Ouyang Kang knew that someone must be busy in the kitchen again.

He leaned his head towards the window and asked with a smile, "What are you busy with again?"

"Ignore me, I don't have time!" Nianfu continued to tinker with her new sauce without looking back, trying to remember what ingredients Lu Ying used when making soup.

Of course, she wouldn't plagiarize, and she couldn't afford abalone, so she bought some cheap shrimp and chicken racks and tried to cook them with the same delicious taste.

"You don't have time to pay attention to me. Do you have time to open your mouth and try this?" Ouyang Kang took out two pieces of osmanthus cake wrapped in a clean handkerchief from his sleeves. He coughed. He was too embarrassed to pick up the osmanthus flowers from Pingguo Gongfu, but in the end

It's two pieces of cake.

The people in Duke Ping's Mansion are not that good. But the osmanthus cake made in Duke Ping's Mansion is really good. Since it is a good thing, of course I want to share it with Mu Xiaochu. Maybe she can do it better?

Young Master Ouyang was getting more and more sophisticated in his calculations, but Nianfu gave him an impatient roll of his eyes, "Don't you see they are busy? Why are you making trouble! Eh, it smells so good."

Food itself is the greatest persuasion. When Nianfu's nose smelled the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, his impatient expression turned over the pages like a book.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Under Ouyang Kang's feet, the little hair ball that had been lukewarm to him just now had already eagerly jumped over and licked his shoes with great enthusiasm.

"You're worthless!" It's despising to be so arrogant and respectful later. Young Master Ouyang glared at Wangcai, but looked at the man who was also turning his face as if he were flipping through a book and said proudly, "Does it smell good? Try it quickly, it tastes very good.

.I heard that this is made by pickling osmanthus and spices that have been stored in the cellar for three years."

Nianfu took a piece of cake and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Yes, spices? Why didn't I think of it?"

He quickly took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and smacked the taste in his mouth, "Well, it's really good. There should be a lot of things put in it, but what are they put in?"

Ouyang Kang didn't know about this. He broke off a small piece of another piece of osmanthus cake and fed it to the useless little guy at his feet. He handed the other half to Nianfu and said, "Keep it for you to study slowly."

Nianfu responded hummingly, took the cake away politely, twisted a small piece, and thought about it carefully. Watch her smell the various spices in the house, then smell the cake, and taste the taste while thinking hard.

"Sir," Ouyang Kang smiled, didn't bother him, and went about his business.

Since having Zhongshan, there is no money and a lot of housework chores to worry Ouyang. Instead, there is a clear housework report and organized money accounts, which are much easier to deal with. After a while, he finished the housework.

Ouyang Kang was about to ask Zhong Shan to come over to discuss a few things, but Zhong Shan came up on his own.

"Master, have you read the accounts? Are you free now to go down and take a look at the tidy living room?"

It saves worries for those with a wink. Ouyang Kang readily agreed and followed him downstairs.

However, I saw that the house had been tidied up to a large extent when I entered the house. Nianfu had proposed to hang curtains before, but in that case, the lighting problem would not be solved. In order to balance the beauty and practicality, Zhong Shan went to buy a batch of bamboo curtains.

.Bamboo curtains are heavier than cloth curtains. When they are put down, they can block the wind, and when they are rolled up, they can let in light.

Moreover, bamboo curtains are cheaper than cloth curtains. If you randomly draw some plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums on them, the literary style of the whole room will immediately come up. Then while the weather is not too cold, I transplanted some bamboos, pines, cypresses and other long-lasting flowers and trees from the garden.

Come here, trim and decorate it, and add some colorful chrysanthemums, and the overall feeling will be very good.

Ouyang Kang was very satisfied after seeing it, but Zhong Shan still had regrets, "It's okay to eat here, but we should prepare a few more rooms for guests to change clothes and take a rest. But I asked the craftsmen, no matter how to save, those quilts

We can’t save the furnishings, so we may have to put them away for the time being.”

Ouyang Kang thought of the thousand taels left by his sister, hesitated for a moment and said, "Actually, there is still some money at home..."

Unexpectedly, Zhong Shan smiled slyly and said, "Actually, the young master doesn't have to worry about not treating the guests well. It might not be a bad idea to let the guests look a bit shabby. After all, the young master lives alone away from home. If he does it too well, it will make people gossip.

.Besides, I’ll collect the guests’ gift money later, tidy up the guest room, and let the guests come back and look at it, then they will praise you for your benevolence and righteousness.”

Uh... Okay, Ouyang Kang learned another dirty trick. "Any more questions?"

Zhong Shan stopped joking this time and took out a menu from his sleeve, "That's it. There are still some questions."

This is Nianfu’s responsible mission. What problems could there be?

After listening to Zhong Shan's explanation, Ouyang Kang fell silent. He silently put the menu in his sleeve, motioned for him to get busy, and went to Nianfu's place.

Just as the new sauce Nian Fu was testing came out, he poured it on the rice rolls that had just come out of the cage. He handed a portion to Ouyang Kang. Nian Fu asked rather uneasily, "How is it?"

Well, Ouyang Kang nodded, "Not bad."

"So how do you feel about it compared to before?"

Well, Ouyang Kang thought for a long time, "It seems a little fresher."

"Then what's the difference?"

Uh, Ouyang Kang can't eat anymore.

"Waste!" Nian Fu rolled his eyes angrily, feeling a little discouraged.

She had eaten Lu Ying's rice rolls, so she naturally knew that there was a big gap between what she made and hers, but what exactly was the difference? She couldn't taste it herself. Did she have to use those expensive ingredients to make the stew?

Produce the most delicious flavor?

I feel quite depressed and unhappy when I read the blessings.

It’s really not good to feel inferior to others, especially when you use cheats and can’t compare to a local girl. This feeling is really frustrating. Even Wangcai turning his belly and acting cute can’t make Nianfu

Pick up your spirits.

Seeing her like this, Ouyang Kang couldn't take out the menu hidden in his sleeve no matter what. But if he didn't tell her, the treat would only be a few days away. What would he do then?

"What's the matter with you?" Nianfu saw that he had something to say, so he took the initiative to ask.

Ouyang Kang had no choice but to take out the menu and told her awkwardly, "Zhong Shan said that we might have to ask a cook to come over and help."

Although several of the dishes prepared by Nianfu were quite distinctive, Zhongshan told Ouyang Kang honestly and bluntly that they were not of high quality.

Although showing off one's petty features can please people, really wanting to host a banquet of a high quality is not something Nian Fu, a half-hearted cook, can accomplish.

To take the simplest example, you can't chop a cooked chicken into pieces and put it on a flower plate to pray for blessings, let alone dishes that require knife skills. Maybe these things are useless, but it doesn't show your class if you don't use them.

Although Ouyang Kang is not rich, the guests he invites are all well-to-do, so it’s hard to prepare a table of scallion pancakes to entertain the guests, right?

After eating Nianfu's cooking for so long, Ouyang Kang certainly knows what level she is. Home-cooked food is no problem, innovation is no problem, but the presentation is indeed not professional enough. But Ouyang Kang feels that the problem is not her, he

Sister Jiamu is not a professional cook, so why do you ask for so much?

Therefore, after many twists and turns, Ouyang Kang finally pointed out the problem to her tactfully and with great difficulty, "... Mainly because I am afraid that my husband will be picky. Otherwise, it will be the turn of people like Yao Zu to be picky."

I thought Nianfu would be unhappy after hearing this, but she just responded in a disgruntled voice, and then said in a reasonable manner, "Actually, I also wanted to say this, but I was busy and forgot about it. In this case, you can write it

Post, ask Zhong Shan to go to Hongxing Tower and ask Chef Song to send an apprentice to help. We have dealt with him before, and he will give him this face. Oh, by the way!"

Speaking of Hongxinglou, Nianfu suddenly remembered something. During the competition of grilled prawns that day, there was a little beggar who was particularly good at tasting. Would it be okay if he were found to try this sauce for himself?

Nian Fu instantly became more energetic, "You don't need to send someone, I'll go find Master Song myself!"

"Hey, it's time to eat soon. It won't be too late to go after we finish eating."

I can't wait! Nianfu didn't even have time to untie his apron. He put his fingers in his mouth and blew a whistle to call Zixiao and ran out. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation.
Chapter completed!