Chapter 2700

Lin Xiao's lips moved and wanted to say Jiu Jiu's fried bean sprouts that made her ashamed, but seeing Lin Guangye's face excited, as if he had caught each other's pigtails, he knew that no matter what he said, it was useless, and his words were finally swallowed back in his stomach.

Because Lin Guangye determined that Wang Cuilian had asked the ten gourmets to choose Jiujiu's dishes by improper means, instead of being sad, he had begun to prepare to sell the shop opposite Zuichun building, open a restaurant opposite Zuichun building and steal all the business of Zuichun building.

Lin Xiao doesn't particularly support Lin Guangye's practice, but Lin Guangye is her father. Her little arm can't twist Lin Guangye's thick thighs. In the end, it's the only way.

However, since eating the plate of fried bean sprouts made by Jiujiu, Lin Xiao doesn't think his restaurant business can win the business of Zuichun restaurant.

When the referee announced that the winner today was Jiu Jiu, he handed the golden kitchen knife and recipe to Jiu Jiu, and then Jiu Jiu handed it to Wang Cuilian.

After receiving the golden kitchen knife and the recipe, Wang Cuilian only felt her heart beating, and she stepped on the cotton under her feet, which was very soft.

Even if Jiujiu told herself that her cooking was excellent, because in Wang Cuilian's impression, Jiujiu's cooking was not very good, so when those gourmets collectively recognized Jiujiu's cooking, Wang Cuilian recognized how good Jiujiu's cooking was.

Holding a golden kitchen knife and recipe in her hand, Wang Cuilian's eyes overflowed with tears bit by bit.

Because this not only means that she has kept Li Fugui's relics, but also means that Jiujiu's craft has been recognized by those gourmets. The time for them to reopen Zui Chun building is just around the corner.

Before Li Fugui's death, she and Jiujiu were the most worried.

Now, she is good, and Jiujiu is also good, and Jiujiu is also good at cooking. She has inherited Li Fugui's mantle. Over time, Jiujiu will become a better cook than Li Fugui.

At the thought of that day, Wang Cuilian really wanted to wake up when she fell asleep.

When she got home, Wang Cuilian closed the door lightly, wrapped the golden kitchen knife carefully with a cloth and put it in the dark grid. Then she opened the recipe under the candlelight.

In the menu, in addition to the original dishes, there are also some dishes innovated by Li Fugui in recent years, and at the end of the menu, there is a layer of fried bean sprouts.

Stir fry bean sprouts, choose fresh water sprouts, cut off the head and tail, insert the torn fibrous bacon into it, stir fry quickly over high fire, and it's delicious.

Bean sprouts are ordinary, but there is heaven and earth in the belly.

Pickled meat gives bean sprouts a salty taste that they don't have, while bean sprouts absorb the oily smell of pickled meat. The two complement each other. You have me and I have you, which has achieved an amazing good dish.

Looking at the dishes developed by Jiujiu behind the recipe, Wang Cuilian's eyes overflowed with tears.

Not happy, but bitter.

Her daughter was a carefree innocent girl six months ago, but now she is forced by life to become this mature appearance.

Even if she knew it was the price of growth.

However, if she could really choose, she would rather her daughter had never grown up than become what she is now.

Wang Cuilian was happy and sad. She wiped the tears on her cheeks. After a long time, she closed the recipe, turned around and walked out.

Clatter clatter~

Hearing the knock on the door, Jiujiu quickly asked the three little white steamed stuffed buns xiaocute who were playing with themselves to return to the space, then pretended to be sleeping in bed, and said bleary eyed, "Mom, what's the matter?"

She woke up because she had to pretend to be herself. Jiujiu's voice had a strong little milk sound. Hearing Wang Cuilian's ear, she felt that Jiujiu was still her milk doll, which immediately relieved Wang Cuilian's melancholy heart.

Wang Cuilian gently pushed open the door and looked at the fact that she had been lying in bed. Because she woke up, her cheeks were red, and her face became softer.

Wang Cuilian moved gently, sat by the bed, reached out and touched Jiujiu's cheek. She looked at Jiujiu's little face, which had begun to take off baby fat, and said softly, "let me tell you something."

When she heard that Wang Cuilian wanted to talk to herself, Jiu Jiu raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. She sat up from the bed with her hands and looked at Wang Cuilian, "Mom, you say."

Wang Cuilian took out the recipe that had been put in her arms and whispered, "this, you'd better keep it in the future."

Jiujiu took the recipe, opened it, looked at the dishes recorded inside, and whispered, "Mom, I want to reopen Zui Chun building."

If she had heard Jiujiu say that she wanted to reopen the drunken spring building before, Wang Cuilian must be pleased that her children have grown up and know how to be considerate to their parents.

But at the moment, Wang Cuilian was filled with sadness when she finally realized that her children had suffered a lot in places they couldn't see in order to grow up so fast.

It's all her fault. If she hadn't urged Jiujiu as before, Jiujiu wouldn't have grown to this point in a short time.

Wang Cuilian gently rubbed the top of Jiujiu's hair with her palm, and said in her throat, "OK."

Since Jiujiu's craft has been certified by ten gourmets, she wants to open Zuichun building. How can she not support being a mother.

However, when she thought that opening the drunken spring building would affect Jiujiu's search for her husband, Wang Cuilian's heart was as bitter as eating Coptis chinensis.

At this age, the little girl of others is in the waiting room. Her parents help her carefully select her son-in-law, but her girl has to shoulder the responsibility of carrying forward Zui chunlou with her tender shoulders.

The burden is so heavy that she may miss her best time and become an old girl.

Wang Cuilian's heart is sour, but she knows she has no reason to stop Jiujiu. She can only nod with a smile.

On the second day of the competition, Jiujiu won Lin Xiao with an absolute advantage, which was spread all over the capital. This was not only a victory, but also represented the recognition of Jiujiu's cooking by ten gourmets.

You know, the tongues of these ten gourmets are notoriously tricky. In the past, except Li Fugui, few cooks in the capital could enter their eyes, and Jiujiu entered their eyes at such a young age, which shows how powerful Jiujiu's cooking is.

The recognition of the gourmets is like a free advertisement, which reminds countless diners of their nature. I want to see how excellent Jiujiu's cooking is. It can even be praised by ten gourmets.

Diners gang up and walk to Zuichun building, but they only see the closed door.