Yan Chenxi frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on the plaque of the best chef in the world hanging above the middle of the restaurant.
What is the best cook in the world?
It seems that future generations have forgotten the origin of this plaque.
Seeing Yan Chenxi always staring at the plaque, she was also worried that the long waiting process would make the two guests who had not come in impatient. The landlady took the initiative to say, "this plaque has a history of 500 years, and the words on it were written by his majesty, the emperor who ruled the country 500 years ago."
The landlady paused. Seeing that Yan Chenxi and Lin Xiao didn't speak, but they didn't show impatience, she continued, "Five hundred years ago, after the war of the kitchen god, the founder of Yanjia cuisine was awarded the title of Kitchen God. His majesty remembered Yanjia Kitchen God and wrote down the plaque of the best chef in the world. Then, this plaque has been passed down by Yanjia cuisine's descendants to this day, which is also the origin of the name of this restaurant."
"There is a shop in front, which is also called inheritance." Yan Chenxi said.
Referring to the restaurant, the landlady's eyes were dim, "that store..."
Yan Chenxi also had no intention to explore this matter. "Since this plaque has been inherited, why is no one interested here? Also, why is it renamed Yanjia town from Yuntang town?"
The landlady's eyes flashed surprise, "little girl, you're not old enough to know that this used to be called Yuntang town?"
Then the landlady's eyes darkened again, "Yes, it used to be called Yuntang town. Moreover, at that time, there was only one Yanjia restaurant in the whole town. However, it was a long time ago. My husband's name was Xiong Qiang. He was the successor of this restaurant and this plaque. His master was obsessed with studying Yanjia cuisine all his life. He had no children behind him, and only my husband was an apprentice. Therefore, After the master died, my husband inherited the mantle of the teacher's father. "
The woman paused, her eyes full of sadness, "At that time, Yanjia cuisine was well known by many people. Every day, many foreign tourists came here to taste Yanjia cuisine. Here, once there were guests like clouds... Then, more and more Yanjia restaurants opened. Up to now, there are almost Yanjia restaurants on the whole street. Therefore, the name of Yanjia town was changed from Yuntang town to Yanjia town."
The words of the landlady are full of helplessness, bitterness and bitterness.
But after that, she quickly adjusted her mood and smiled.
Obviously, the people in the town saw that the business of this restaurant was too good, so they followed suit and started the business of speaking dishes.
Similarly, when Yanjia restaurant opens more, naturally there will be a diversion of guests.
The landlady is also a kind and kind woman. Although her tone was a little lost and helpless, she didn't say the bad of any other restaurant from beginning to end.
But even so, Yan Chenxi didn't show sympathy for her and the restaurant.
She believes that if it is a real inheritance, even the Yanjia restaurant in the town will not have bad business here.
It is enough to show that the restaurant itself has problems.
Not to mention anything else, just the cook inside has a big problem.
Yan Chenxi glanced at the clock on the wall. It has been a long time since she ordered.
Up to now, the cook hasn't even cooked a dish.