This radish is different from what I have eaten before. It is sour and spicy with a hint of sweetness and the aroma of pepper.
There is still a bit of unfinished taste in the throat, which makes people want to eat the second and third pieces. The spiciness is not strong, but it tastes very delicious.
It's delicious when used as appetizers.
Cheng Hanyan couldn't help but take the chopsticks from Song Yutong's hand, pick up the second piece and put it into his mouth.
Song Yutong was very happy to see how delicious his food was, and she felt full of happiness.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 100 happiness points through the appetizer of spicy and sour radish.]
She didn't expect that the pickled radish she made could also get such a high happiness value. Song Yutong's happiness doubled.
Cheng Hanyan knew that Song Yutong was a good cook, but he didn't expect that her pickled vegetables could be so delicious.
During these days, eating the food she cooked every day made me feel better.
"Try some cabbage again, maybe it's as delicious as radish." Song Yutong tilted her head in anticipation, looking indescribably cute.
Seeing that Hanyan's heart softened and turned into a puddle of water, how could there be such a lovely woman in the world and become his wife.
Cheng Hanyan got a bite of spicy cabbage as she wished, and as expected, it was similar to sour radish.
The taste is special and delicious.
"It's delicious. You can make more of it." Cheng Hanyan couldn't stop nodding.
Song Yutong was satisfied, and after Cheng Hanyan had eaten and drank enough, he sent her to a restaurant in the town.
"I will come to pick you up later, so just wait for me in the restaurant and don't wander around." Cheng Hanyan said calmly before leaving.
When the shopkeeper saw Song Yutong, the smile on his face never stopped.
"Mrs. Cheng is here, come here, come here. Let me tell you, the big shot who wants to eat our famous palace dishes is a relative of our county grandpa's family."
"It seems that you have entered the palace and become a concubine. You have to show your housekeeping skills. Maybe you will get some good rewards and buy two more bunches of candied haws for your children."
The shopkeeper knew that Cheng Hanyan had already roughly explained the situation to Song Yutong, so he did not repeat what she knew, but instead mentioned some things that she didn't know as a reminder.
"I've been asked to eat the Kung Pao Chicken made by you and Chef Fang. You both have to cook it well."
The shopkeeper patted Chef Fang on the shoulder and nodded towards Song Yutong.
"Then the noodles are cooked in a restaurant, right?" When Song Yutong heard that he was a relative of the county magistrate's family, he immediately had a bad feeling.
If this meal were held at someone else's house, there is no guarantee that he would not meet Li Hao, the eldest son of the county magistrate's family.
Song Yutong now wishes to stay away from this person. Last time she even gave him harsh words and wanted to be beaten every time she saw him.
He went directly to someone's home and became a helper. Not only was he not allowed to be beaten every time, he had to avoid him and bow to others.
That is really frustrating and frustrating.
"Of course it's at the county magistrate's house. They want to make running water mats, so naturally they can't do it in our restaurant." The shopkeeper explained to Song Yutong.
"The county prince invited us to go to the kitchen of their mansion to cook for the imperial concubine. In the future, it will be a big honor to tell us. It will also be an honor to see what the county prince's house looks like..."
The shopkeeper kept encouraging Song Yutong, telling her what an honor it would be to cook a meal at the county magistrate's house.
But arriving at Song Yutong's place was not a good thing, it was going to the execution ground.
"Then what, I won't go there unless the shopkeeper does it! I've cooked it in the restaurant, can you ask the waiter to deliver it to the county magistrate's house?" Song Yutong looked embarrassed.
The shopkeeper didn't understand. Everyone was rushing to do such a big thing, so why was she still hiding?
"Mrs. Cheng, what's wrong with you? This is the residence of the county magistrate. If your cooking skills win the favor of the imperial concubine, you may have the opportunity to enter the palace and become the royal chef."
Such a great opportunity cannot be obtained even if it is asked for, so why are you hiding from it?
After listening to the shopkeeper's words, Song Yutong understood that the shopkeeper really wanted to support her.
"I won't hide it from you, shopkeeper. As for Li Hao from the county magistrate's house, we have offended him and beat him every time we see him. So it's not that I don't want to go, but that I really can't go!"
The shopkeeper didn't know there was such a reason, but now that he knew it, he suddenly felt worried for Song Yutong.
He never expected that Song Yutong actually knew the son of the county magistrate's family, so naturally he had no idea that the two would be enemies.
After all, in his opinion, it was impossible for a peasant woman like Song Yutong to meet an official.
The current situation really surprised him, and he couldn't think of any good solution at the moment.
"I wonder if Mrs. Cheng could put a layer of pot ash on her face?" Mr. Wen walked out at the right time. He also heard what Song Yutong said just now.
Other than this, I can't think of any better way at the moment.
As soon as Mr. Wen's words came out, Song Yutong understood what he wanted to do. He probably wanted her to disguise herself so that Li Hao would not recognize her.
Of course, there is nothing impossible about this method.
Just: "If the imperial concubine wants to meet Mrs. Cheng and Chef Fang, then the ashes on Mrs. Chen's face will not be able to stay!"
The shopkeeper said worriedly.
Several people felt that what the shopkeeper said was reasonable.
Song Yutong had an idea, I have an idea, but I might have to ask the shopkeeper to find a way to borrow some powder.
Chinese makeup is one of the four evil arts, comparable to hair-changing.
As long as she has makeup, wouldn't she be able to become whatever she wants?
After listening to Song Yutong's words, the shopkeeper knew that she had a solution. He immediately sent the waiter to find someone to borrow powder.
After Song Yutong got the powder, she found an old place and tinkered with it by herself.
When she came out again, her bright and stunning beauty had disappeared, leaving only a sallow little face covered with dense spots and small red dots.
Song Yutong put on a veil in front of Mr. He Wen, the shopkeeper.
"If the imperial concubine could ask, she would say that I have a rash on my face, so I covered it with a veil to avoid scaring people." Song Yutong was confessing to the shopkeeper and Chef Fang.
But she didn't realize that the way these people looked at her changed instantly.
Shocked, amazed!
If Song Yutong hadn't spoken, they wouldn't have recognized the person in front of them?
Song Yutong's skin is fair and delicate, as if it were creamy, and she looks better than ordinary people even without the use of makeup.
But how did such white skin become so sallow and rough, not much different from a real country peasant woman.
Even those big, smart eyes turned into squinting eyes at this moment.
"Mrs. Cheng, you, what are you?" The shopkeeper wanted to ask something else.
But the people from the county magistrate's residence have already arrived at the restaurant...