PFC Chapter 284 Zheng Yuanyuan also wants to eat beef hotpot
Chapter 284 Zheng Yuanyuan also wants to eat beef hotpot
In the restaurant, except for An Qiao, everyone had a strange attitude towards the beef belly hotpot. They were curious but did not dare to eat it themselves.
Seeing that Gu Qingyun's table had ordered, they all tilted their heads to take a look. If they hadn't seen the official uniforms on the people, they would have stepped forward to talk to them.
But even though they were wearing official uniforms, there was still a lot of whispering among the people.
"What's that smell?"
"Hahahahahahaha, this is what came out of a cow's stomach."
"You said it so harshly. How can it be pulled out? Isn't it that it hasn't become that thing yet?"
"No, no, look at me and accept my incompetence."
"Aren't you curious about what it tastes like? Look at those officials, they didn't eat themselves into anything."
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For a moment, the whole restaurant was extremely curious about the ox stomach hotpot. Some people looked at the precautions again, but still felt unable to accept it and had to sit back in their seats.
Some people want to order with their eyes closed, but when ordering, Qiufen will remind them of the precautions again.
Now, even those who want to pretend they don’t know what the dish is and order one can’t.
"My dear, I don't think this hotpot can be sold." Lixia was depressed. She was used to the endless stream of orders from the kitchen every time new dishes were served. This was the first time that it was so deserted.
"It's okay, they can order the previous dishes. I just want to try..."
Test the acceptance of the people of Dayan Dynasty.
It seems that it is not going to work at the moment. I was planning to launch new dishes like snail noodles before, but now it seems that I may have to put it off for a while.
The smell of that thing is stronger and longer-lasting than that of beef tripe hotpot. I'm just worried that if it's sold in a restaurant, the smell won't dissipate for a long time, which would be even more troublesome.
"You have such a good attitude, young lady. If I tried my best to invent a dish, but no one liked it, I would be very sad." Guyu held his cheek and sat in the corridor looking at the hot pot. "In fact, the taste is not that bad. On the contrary, it feels addictive. I had a terrible toothache a few days ago, but I felt better after eating this."
An Qiao smiled but didn't care too much. After all, from the moment she launched this new thing, she felt that it was normal that no one liked to eat it.
"You're getting a sore throat. I'd like to ask you to eat less spicy food." An Qiao frowned. It's common to get a sore throat in the hot summer, but if the patient doesn't get rid of the sore throat, An Qiao is afraid that the patient will get sick again.
"Tomorrow I will boil a pot of herbal tea in the restaurant and make some tortoise jelly to sell. I see a lot of people coughing on the streets recently, so it's good to reduce internal heat in the hot summer." An Qiao thought about it and felt that there should be some medicines to reduce internal heat in the warehouse, but she had forgotten what kind of medicines were added on the signs that she saw in the herbal tea shops in Guangdong in her previous life.
I have to go home and think about it carefully tonight. I can't just cook a pot of cold medicine all at once.
"Ah? Herbal tea... My mother loved to make this for me when I was a child. It was extremely bitter. But because I was prone to getting irritated, my mother forced me to drink it. She wouldn't let me eat until I finished it. Why do I still have to drink it when I'm grown up?" Guyu wanted to cry but had no tears. She looked at Anqiao in protest, hoping that Anqiao would change her mind because of the childhood nightmare she had just told her.
An Qiao just shook her head and said, "No, you have to drink it when you have a sore throat. Everyone has to drink it except you. Besides, the tortoise jelly I make is delicious."
Before Guyu could beg again, Qiufen came running back from outside, "My dear, my dear, another serving of beef stomach hotpot."
An Qiao's eyes lit up, she had never thought that she could sell another pot tonight, but to be honest, there were not many ingredients left, so she could only make two or three more pots at most.
"Someone actually ordered it!" Lixia and Guyu were both shocked. They had originally thought that no one would order it.
An Qiao hurried to the side to make beef tripe hotpot for people, and temporarily put aside the question of whether the tea was cold or not.
The one who ordered the pot was Zheng Yuanyuan, and his servant was standing next to him reading the instructions, which made him want to vomit.
The servant looked pale as he tried to persuade his master to give up the strange hot pot, "Young Master... there is nothing to eat at home, why did you come all the way to such a small restaurant to eat such strange things."
"Don't persuade me. Aren't you curious about what it tastes like? Since they dare to make it, it must be delicious." Zheng Yuanyuan sat at the table next to Gu Qingyun.
The servant's voice was neither loud nor soft, but it was just loud enough for Gu Qingyun's table to hear.
"Look, he must be a young master from a rich family. He looks very delicate. If such a delicate young master can eat, what can't you eat?" Gu Qingyun lowered his voice and looked at Zhao Huaiqing and Wu Huan who no longer wanted to eat.
Zhao Huaiqing swore that this was the first thing he didn't want to eat in a restaurant in Kyoto in such a long time.
"Look at Li Ke and the others, didn't they go to a brothel? That's what you call a good restaurant... it's pretty good, but now they can't come out. This morning, Li Ke's father came to look for my grandfather, and he stood at the door crying and howling, and I was almost scared and had a seizure again." Zheng Yuanyuan rubbed the peace pendant around his neck. He still wanted to live longer, and it was indeed right not to hang out with them.
"Oh, young master, I didn't ask you to hang out with them, but you should at least go to a respectable restaurant. You were always bullied by them in the academy, and now you go to a place like this, they think you are a country bumpkin." The servant looked like he was giving earnest advice, as if he was really considering Zheng Yuanyuan.
Zheng Yuanyuan didn't want to pay any attention to him. "I agreed to bring you out because Grandfather said that if you don't come out, I can't come out either. Don't push your luck and teach me a lesson."
He was bullied in the restaurant because he was weak and sickly since childhood, but he was not a bastard. If he was willing to be a playboy, he probably would not be bullied so easily in the academy.
The waiter immediately shut up, keeping an eye on everything, and finally said, "Then you should at least order something else. This... this... beef stomach hotpot... Look around the restaurant, not many people dare to order it."
He was really afraid of this hotpot. If something bad happened to him after eating it, he wouldn't be able to explain himself.
Zheng Yuanyuan insisted, "What if it tastes good? Then you've missed out on a great dish, right? Besides, I take so many Chinese medicines at home, how could I not know what they taste like?"
Zheng Yuanyuan knew as soon as he saw the people at the next table that the hotpot was most likely to have a refreshing herbal smell. He usually took medicine three times a day at home, so he was not afraid of the smell of herbs.
Although the production process sounds disgusting, what if it tastes good? Zheng Yuanyuan is still full of expectations.