Song Yunliu smiled and said, "Yes, Xiandu City actually has chefs, but their reputation is not that great. I want to find someone with great reputation, and there will definitely be many people who come here."
Ye Wendong looked at this area and found that it was very old communities. The streets and other buildings were all seen as ancient buildings.
He said: "But Sister Yunliu, can you really find those famous chefs when you come here?"
Song Yunliu nodded and said, "I had done my homework before coming. This area was once called the hometown of food. The chefs inside were very powerful, and many internet celebrities have visited the shops. But with the development of the economy, it has become increasingly popular.
The more chefs leaked out, there were not many people who made the old flavors. Here, there was an old chef named Fang Yishao, especially outstanding. He made good tonic and medicinal meals, and the eight major cuisines were even more difficult.
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Ye Wendong said, "Who is this chef? Why is it so powerful?"
Song Yunliu led Ye Wendong forward, "I heard that the ancestors were all imperial chefs from generation to generation, and they specially cooked for the former emperors."
Ye Wendong was surprised, "So awesome? Then you really have to experience it."
Song Yunliu nodded and said, "Let's go, I'll take you there."
As the saying goes, the wine is not afraid of the deep alley. Even though Fang Yishao's restaurant is in a very deep place, it still cannot resist his reputation.
"Many people recommend Fang Yishao's restaurant, saying that the dishes he cooks are very delicious. Although his shop is very remote, there are many people coming here. Every time, even if it is not a meal, it is full of people.
I don’t know if we can have a place to go now.”
They said, almost arrived.
Song Yunliu pointed to the front and said, "It's that family!"
Ye Wendong looked up and found a fly restaurant not far away. The sign on it was very eye-catching: "Gived by Qianlong".
Song Yunliu excitedly pulled Ye Wendong into the restaurant. Before he could enter the door, Song Yunliu was stunned for a moment.
She looked up at the signboard, then looked at the photos on her phone, and couldn't help but frown.
"It's strange. It's dinner time now. Logically speaking, there should be many people, why don't there be one?"
Ye Wendong said: "Are we looking for the wrong thing?"
Song Yunliu shook her head, "It's not wrong, it's here." She compared it several times and confirmed that this was the restaurant they were looking for.
At this moment, a person came out of the kitchen, a tall and thin man.
He looked over fifty years old, with gray hair, deep wrinkles and bruises in his eyes. He didn't look like he was hit by himself, but instead seemed to have been beaten.
"What do you want to eat?"
Song Yunliu was a little surprised, "Are you Mr. Fang Yishao Fang?"
A trace of vigilance seemed to flash in Fang Yishao's eyes, but he nodded quickly, "I am."
Song Yunliu wanted to speak but stopped, looking at the deserted shop, she felt a little incredible.
She subconsciously looked at Ye Wendong, wondering if her information had gone wrong?
But those who visited the store said that the restaurant tasted very good and was absolutely ok.
Ye Wendong did not deny it, but pointed to the dish on the sign and said, "Can you order whatever you want?"
Fang Yishao nodded, "Everything is OK."
Ye Wendong asked: "What are any recommendations?"
Fang Yishao said: "Whoever comes to us will drink a bowl of soup. This bowl of soup is called Shiquan Dapu Soup. In addition, it is very good to stir-fry like bird's nest abalone porridge."
Ye Wendong looked at the price and found that it was not very expensive, but it was quite affordable. I don’t know how much material it could be.
He said, "Then you said two copies, right?"
Fang Yishao said, "Okay, you guys wait."
Ye Wendong and Song Yunliu found a seat and sat down.
At this time, Song Yunliu whispered to Ye Wendong: "It's so strange. The guide asked us to avoid meals, saying that we would definitely not be able to queue up. But why is it so quiet that there is no one to eat?"
Ye Wendong shook his head and said, "I don't know very well."
He was not idle either. He looked around and found that there were different degrees of scars on these tables and chairs, as if he had just experienced a chaotic battle.
Ye Wendong looked at Fang Yishao who was busy in the kitchen again, thinking to himself if this person had become enemies with someone?
If so, he had to remind Song Yunliu to investigate clearly, otherwise he would have to clean up the mess and make this business difficult.
After waiting for a while, Fang Yisan served Shiquan Dapu soup, which was filled with a small jar. Before the soup arrived, Ye Wendong smelled the fragrance first.
Ye Wendong's eyes lit up when he smelled it, because the soup tasted very good and he used a lot of good herbs to make it.
Ye Wendong uncovered the lid and found a whole black chicken inside, with a milky white soup and a faint medicinal fragrance.
Ye Wendong scooped a bowl for Song Yunliu and served a bowl himself.
He took a sip and was immediately experienced.
The soup is not greasy and has a good aroma. After taking a bite, the taste reaches the sky spirit cover.
In this bleak autumn, their bodies immediately felt warm and extremely comfortable.
Ye Wendong analyzed carefully, "The most important thing about wolfberry, angelica, and red dates... is that there is a scent that returns to the sun!"
Fang Yishao was packing the table when he suddenly heard Ye Wendong's analysis. He stopped, wiped the apron, and then walked to the side and listened quietly.
Song Yunliu asked: "What is the root of the Yang Gen?"
Ye Wendong said: "A herb growing in the sun is particularly difficult to clean because of its many roots. However, the roots that can be used to restore the yang roots are those. Returning the yang roots is used as medicine, so you must not touch it.
If there is a little bit of soil, the effect of the medicine will fail. But after drinking this bowl of Ten Quan Da Tonic Soup, you can feel warm in your body? In other words, the chef cleans up very cleanly."
Song Yunliu suddenly realized, "So that's it."
Ye Wendong took another sip of bird's nest abalone porridge.
Bird's nest is snow-white, the abalone has a bright red color, and the porridge is very thick, which makes people feel aftertaste aftertaste.
"The soup base made with black chicken, but there is no drop of oil in the porridge. It's refined? Moreover, this bowl of porridge is only fifty-eight, but it uses the best nine-headed abalone and March bird's nest. It's really conscientious
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Hearing this, Fang Yishao couldn't help it anymore. He asked, "Little brother, you have such a tricky mouth. You can taste anything in my ingredients. You are not only knowledgeable, but you have it.
An emperor's tongue!"
Ye Wendong smiled silly and said, "No, I'm just a little more sensitive than others. Chef Fang, your medicinal food is really good, and it's so cheap. Are you not afraid of losing money?"
Fang Yishao smiled and said, "It's all neighbors. It's not good to collect too expensively. It's small profit but quick turnover."
Song Yunliu said in confusion: "Chef Fang's cooking skills are so good, why didn't you see anyone coming after dinner?"