Chapter 125 Selling grandchildren for food
Eliminate stereotypes?
nonexistent.
As long as Kaiyang Wang's surname is Wei, in Luo Sheng's mind he is the kind of person who should be poohing.
Luo Sheng sat by the counter with an indifferent expression.
Shi Yan felt that the master was a little pitiful, and comforted him: "The stewed beef and duck tongue with sauce are also very delicious."
Wei Han lowered his eyes, waiting for the food with a blank expression.
Of course he knows that stewed beef and duck tongue with sauce are also delicious, but the free dishes are also delicious.
Wei Han glanced at Lin Shu coolly.
A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, weak and weak, the kind who can poke him to death with a finger.
I don't know how to get Miss Luo's favor.
Wei Han didn't mean anything else, just pure doubts.
Lin Shu doesn't think so.
He only felt a cold wind blowing from the next table, like a bone scraping knife, making people restless.
Affected by this, Lin Shu moved a step slower, and his cousin snatched away one of the sauced duck tongues that had just been served.
The sauced duck tongue entered the mouth, and a crack appeared on Lin Teng's serious expression.
He has never eaten such a rich sauced duck tongue!
Lin Jijiu asked even more: "How is this sauced duck tongue made? It's quite different from what you usually eat."
People in Beijing like to drink a few cups of wine in their spare time, and the appetizers are nothing more than these: braised beef, pork head, pig tail, duck neck, etc.
Duck tongue with sauce is also one of them.
The sauced duck tongue that you can eat in the past is nothing more than a salty word. If you can eat spicy food, add a little more spicy taste, and if it is very sweet, add rock sugar when marinating.
The sauced duck tongue in the mouth of Kelin Jijiu is completely different.
Soft yet chewy, salty and fresh with hints of sweet and sour.
This sweet and sour taste is not the monotonous taste of adding sweet and sour, but indescribably mellow and attractive.
Keer smiled and said: "Of course it's different, the sauced duck tongue in our restaurant is marinated with black garlic and plum..."
Listening to Kouer's eloquence, Lin Jijiu couldn't help reminding: "Isn't it good to tell the secret recipe in the store?"
Kouer was taken aback for a moment, and then her smile became sweeter: "It's okay, so what if others know that black garlic and plums are marinated. Do they know how to pickle black garlic and plums to taste? Do they know how much black garlic to add? Yu Huamei, is the duck tongue that comes out just right? You know—"
Lin Teng coughed: "Grandfather, there is only one duck tongue left..."
Lin Jijiu looked down and saw that there was only one solitary duck tongue and two cloves of black garlic left on the plate.
"Two bastards!" Lin Jijiu blew his beard and glared at his two grandsons.
Lin Teng and Lin Shu didn't say a word, and the chopsticks didn't stop.
What a shame, although they ate a few, the one who ate the most was clearly Zhao Shangshu.
Besides, who made the grandfather only focus on listening to the waiter in the shop.
Lin Jijiu also noticed which one was eating the most on the table, and immediately squinted at Zhao Shangshu and coughed violently: "Zhao Shangshu."
Zhao Shangshu hurriedly picked up a piece of stewed beef and swallowed it, then he asked, "What's wrong?"
Lin Jijiu said with a stern face: "At our age, we should chew slowly, otherwise it will be bad for the stomach."
Zhao Shangshu laughed: "I ate two roasted pig's heads in one go yesterday, and nothing happened. But Lin Jijiu should be careful, after all, you are older than me..."
Lin Jijiu shook his beard, picked up the last sauced duck tongue and stuffed it into his mouth.
But pull it down, he is only one year older than this old idiot!
This rice bucket can eat two roasted pig heads, but can't he eat ten plates of sauced duck tongue?
After a meal, a table of people sat slumped and motionless.
"At this time, I should have a cup of tea to relieve the tiredness and help digestion." Zhao Shangshu held his stomach, feeling a little regretful.
And Lin Jijiu regained his sanity after eating full, and after hearing what Zhao Shangshu said, he wished he could spray his dentures on his face.
Relieves greasy and helps digestion? This is because he wants to continue eating after digesting it. Have you considered his mood as a host?
Thinking about the fact that the dentures are made of ivory, the old Jijiu was reluctant to spray, rubbing his stomach and not talking.
Lin Jijiu's eyes straightened, and he looked at the two eldest grandsons blankly.
Lin Teng and Lin Shu looked at the nose and the heart, and tried their best to reduce the sense of presence.
If they didn't feel the murderous intent of their grandfather frequently, they could eat another twenty plates of stewed beef.
The stewed beef couldn’t be eaten open, so I had no choice but to eat Yangchun noodles—but at the end of the meal, I didn’t even dare to eat Yangchun noodles.
Lin Jijiu looked at Zhao Shangshu again.
Zhao Shangshu is as stable as Mount Tai, without saying a word.
Even if you beat him to death, you won’t politely say let him come.
One thousand taels a meal, Madam will kill him.
"Nine hundred and thirty taels?" Lin Jijiu let out a foul breath, and slowly confirmed.
He didn’t feel like he ate much, and he blocked the two grandchildren with his eyes, why did he eat more than 900 taels?
Keer nodded with a smile: "It's nine hundred and thirty taels, that's right, but—"
The little maid looked at Lin Shu, and said the following words: "Our boss said that if you have the second son of Lin, you can half the price."
"Half price?" Lin Jijiu felt that the old heart had returned to normal beating.
"The guest officer only needs to pay four hundred and sixty-five taels of silver. I don't know if it is a cash settlement or an account?"
Under the great surprise, Lin Jijiu even forgot to ask the strange rule of why there is a half-price second grandson, and gritted his teeth: "Bookkeeping!"
More than four hundred taels is not a lot, but the bill of one thousand taels of silver fell first, and I suddenly felt that I had picked up a huge bargain.
"That—" Zhao Shangshu cleared his throat, "Pack me a piece of stewed beef."
Facing Lin Jijiu's murderous eyes, Zhao Shangshu hurriedly explained: "Check out directly."
Lin Jijiu regained his composure.
He also wanted to be more generous, but a plate of stewed beef was twenty taels!
Keer smiled sweetly: "Sorry, our restaurant doesn't do takeout."
What?
Zhao Shangshu was dumbfounded.
What about the lady’s explanation?
"I haven't heard of a restaurant that doesn't take out." Zhao Shangshu struggled.
Lin Shu remained silent with complicated emotions.
At home that day, Miss Luo told him that he could deliver it.
Lin Teng also remained silent with complicated emotions.
It seems that Miss Luo is bound to win over her cousin.
What should I do, will I bring my cousin with me in the future?
Keer still kept a sweet smile: "I'm sorry, but our restaurant doesn't sell takeout. Every restaurant has its own rules, and it won't work if you don't have some special features. What do you think, guest officer?"
Zhao Shangshu laughed dryly.
He just wanted to say that the waiter in this store can really speak!
Since there is no takeaway, I can only leave.
Greeted Wei Han, and the four of them left the restaurant.
Walking out of the wine shop for a long distance, Lin Jijiu paused, and realized later: "Wait, just now the shop waiter said that the second son of Lin is here to pay half the price. Shu'er, is this talking about you?"
Lin Shu looked at his cousin helplessly, his handsome cheeks were flushed.
How embarrassing it is for my grandfather to know that Miss Luo stretched out her demonic claws to him.
"Maybe it was just a casual remark." Lin Teng covered it up for his cousin.
"Huh?" Lin Jijiu cast a glance at his eldest grandson.
Not long ago, Miss Luo went to their house, and he knew about it.
Feeling the majesty of his grandfather, Lin Teng could only say, "That's right."
"Is that so—" Lin Jijiu stroked his beard, struggled for a long time, and finally made a painful decision, "Shu'er, I will often come to drink with my grandfather in the future."
I was thinking, if the first update is placed before lunch and the second update is before dinner, maybe dear friends will be more motivated to vote.
(end of this chapter)