Chapter 464

In the tavern.

It has long been cleaned by xiaoguizi and others.

After learning that several people were coming to the tavern, the little noble son called fat imperial chef Zhou Dafu to cut all the meat himself, and found some fresh cooked vegetables, melons and fruits.

When Zhang Feng entered the tavern and looked at the dishes prepared on the table, the whole person was stunned.

The fish were sliced into pieces.

And the beef and mutton were cut in a regular way, not even a trace of excess.

Chicken wings, duck legs and chicken hearts were neatly placed on the plate. When everyone entered the room, Zhou Dafu stood respectfully at the door.

Zhang Feng thought he was in the wrong place

"This little fat man, Lao Li, don't say it's your man!"

"Coincidentally, he's really my man. Didn't you promise me to find a cook to learn craftsmanship? No, I don't have time. I'll bring it to you today. How about watching the knife maker first?"

"Knife worker... Awesome!"

Zhang Feng gave a thumbs up.

Even if he saw such an awesome knife worker, he would blush. Fortunately, he didn't prepare himself. Otherwise, he would have to be laughed at by the old man at that time.

"Well, now that you're here, have Lao Li told you all our rules?"

"Go back to childe, the master has made it clear!"

"What's your name?"

"Zhou Dafu!"

“？？？”

Zhang Feng was stunned.

Looking at Zhou Dafu, he asked again, "what's your name?"

"Villain Zhou Dafu, Jingzhou people! Rich and noble, my parents said, this son is happy!"

Zhang Feng was happy.

"Yes, this child is happy and has a future!"

This name is more than a celebration!

How is this fucking similar to Chow Tai Fook?

"Come and go, several, since you are all ready, I will give you a show of shame. Today is barbecue or what to eat, you has the final say."

"Really?"

"Er... Forget it, I'll get you a pickled fish to drink spicy fish, otherwise if you keep making trouble for me, I won't cry to death?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Zhang Feng took off his Confucian robe and entered the back kitchen.

And Jingshu girl also closely followed into the back kitchen, just like the hostess of the tavern.

She had filled the tea for several people just when they were talking.

Zhang Feng wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

It's not that he doesn't want to say, but that his mother is followed by an extra large light bulb. What does he want to say?

As soon as Zhang Feng got on the stove, Jing Shu consciously put on the pot. Although she didn't seem to have suffered, she still stubbornly went to add firewood.

"Miss Jingshu, why don't you go to the tavern?"

"No, childe Zhang, you're busy. I'm fine here."

"Then why don't you stand and watch the handle? If I don't do well, you can give me some advice? Who? Fat man, you don't have eyes! Don't pestle and start a fire!"

"Oh..."

Zhou Dafu is really a wooden skull.

Look, Zhang Feng wants to beat people.

But this guy doesn't know whether he is really stupid or fake stupid. He doesn't care about Zhang Feng very much.

Zhang Feng looked at Jingshu and said, "Jingshu girl, why don't you go out first? The lampblack in this place tastes too strong."

"I'm fine. Childe Zhang can do his own thing."

"Oh! That's OK."

Zhang Feng didn't say much either.

Taking out two carp from the water tank, Jing Shu couldn't help seeing a strange flash in her eyes and secretly glanced at several people outside the door curtain.

A deep doubt flashed in my eyes.

What is Zhang Feng's relationship with these people?

These people, who can shake every foot of Datang, seem to know everything today, and they don't say much.

This is not right.

Is it childe Zhang who really doesn't know about these people, or

Jingshu dare not think.

Because this man is the man who will live with himself in the future.

No man in Chang'an city can't move when he sees himself, but Zhang Feng is different. He always looks at himself with equal eyes, without a trace of greed and filth.

This feeling is subtle.

Especially looking at Zhang Feng's serious handling of the fish.

Is so focused.

When Jing Shu's eyes fell on a bamboo tube on the chopping board, she asked softly, "childe Zhang, in this bamboo tube, but the rumored beer?"

"Yes, that's it. When making fish, add a little, and the taste will be more delicious!"

"Well, you made this?"

"Yes."

Jing Shu was shocked.

What's going on in Chang'an city these two days? It's actually childe Zhang who made it?

How is that possible?!

Childe Zhang, what else can he do?

Why can the kitchen, which belongs to the lower class and women, be down from poetry and songs, and still be so leisurely?

What's more, he also instigated this kind of beer, which is like immortal brewing?

Needless to say, in the tavern, there are neat dishes, meat kebabs and stove, which shows that he also made the barbecue?

Oh, my God.

Is childe Zhang an immortal?

Why do you understand?

Is this really my husband whom God has mercy on me?