Chapter 1126

This dish of Mapo bean curd looks beautiful and bright, but it just looks good, even without any fragrance.

At first, Mr. Zhao didn't have much expectation. He just wanted to fill his stomach at will. But as soon as the chopstick tofu was imported, Mr. Zhao's whole body was shocked, his waist was straight and his eyes were widened.

An indescribable delicacy suddenly detonated on the tofu on the head of chopsticks in the mouth, as if all the flavors were concentrated into the tofu, not emanating at all, until the entrance was squeezed by the teeth and tongue to break the tofu, the whole burst.

It's spicy and delicious. Countless tastes reverberate in his mouth, which makes Mr. Zhao unable to express easily. What kind of delicacy is that.

Just this one mouthful of tofu makes Mr. Zhao feel that what he has eaten before is simply pig food. There are so many so-called famous chefs at home, all of them should be thrown into the well and drowned.

A mouthful of tofu is the same, let alone other? At the moment, Mr. Zhao's performance is not like one of the four great princes from the capital of Zhao. He is a country bumpkin who has not eaten good food. He is like a beggar who does not know how many days he has been hungry.

Don't mention Mr. Zhao, the guards who were given a favor by Mr. Zhao to sit down and eat together were also a group of hungry mad dogs. The table was full of tricks, even if he was nearby, he was very happy to rob.

Don't pay attention when eating, pick up the cup and take a sip of table wine. Dun time, a completely different taste of peace day appears in the mouth.

The taste of wine is not strong, but it will not cover up the delicious food. It can even upgrade the delicious food to a higher level. No wonder it's called table wine, which deserves its reputation.

In a short time, a table enough for ten people to have a full meal was eaten by five people. Together with Mr. Zhao, five people felt their bulging stomach and looked at the mess on the table. They were still not satisfied. It seemed that they could eat another table without hesitation.

Unfortunately, Liuyun restaurant is not an ordinary restaurant. One table is one table, and there will never be more. In spite of this, Mr. Zhao is very satisfied with the delicious food. He has a good reputation indeed.

"Alas, it's a pity!" Next to a table, a look is the gourmand guy, and a few friends slowly enjoy their table food, suddenly a sigh.

"Why do you sigh, elder brother?" Immediately someone around the gourmand asked.

"What do you think of the food here?" The gourmand didn't answer, just asked.

"Hate can't be swallowed with your tongue." Immediately a friend of a glutton was eating, chewing food in his mouth and answering vaguely.

This answer, dun time caused Prince Zhao and several guards to nod frequently. If you haven't eaten, you haven't eaten, but if you have tasted it, you will know how attractive it is. What the friend just said is not too much.

"But these dishes are only made by the disciple of the cook in Liuyun restaurant. I really want to know how delicious it would be if she came out in person." The gourmand sighed and shook his head.

It's the first time to taste it, including Mr. Zhao. How can I know the secret in it. Hearing that these delicacies were only made by the cook's disciples, everyone began to yearn for the cook's skill.

"Why doesn't the cook do it herself? I'm here for fame! " The gourmand's friend Dun time had some dissatisfaction, the export complained.

"I can't blame others for that. When I opened this restaurant, I said that only a few people in the world could taste her craft, but others didn't have to think about it." The gourmand knows a lot of original reasons. Now he begins to come one by one.

"But who have such good fortune?" All the people immediately became curious and made a sound of inquiry.

"Only the master of the restaurant and the sisters of the cook." The gourmand showed off for a while, and then said: "the master is the husband of the cook, and several sisters are the wives of the master. The food and wine we are waiting to taste is brewed by another lady in the snow dance winery. "

"Oh!" People suddenly remembered that the wine they had just drunk felt different at the entrance, but it turned out to be the wine of the snow dance distillery.

The owner married several sisters, and they were all legendary beauties, which made Mr. Zhao very envious. Especially after eating delicious food and wine.

Is feeling between the belly exclamation, the corner of Zhao childe 's eye suddenly flashed a Qianying, immediately Zhao childe' s eyes attracted in the past.

A dress is not gorgeous woman, is curling out of the kitchen, and then leave the restaurant door. Mr. Zhao was just a glimpse of the beauty of the woman's face, and his eyes and brain were filled with nothing but her beautiful smile.

It's not only Mr. Zhao, but also almost all the diners here. It's not a human word to describe the beauty like that. It's a fairy at all.

"Who is that?" In his mind, except for the figure and appearance of Li Ren, only this problem remained, even murmuring in his mouth.

"That's the cook of Liuyun restaurant." The gourmand may have been here many times. Although he is still addicted to it, he is still sober and quick.

"How can such a beautiful woman become a cook? What a monstrous thing! " It's a rare idiom that Mr. Zhao pops out of his mouth, but it seems that he has caught everyone's heart. Such a woman, unexpectedly, is just a cook. How can it be human?

"I want her! I want her! " After murmuring a few words, Mr. Zhao suddenly cried out loudly: "I want her to take care of her family and her husband. Grab her back for me! Even if it's my wife, I'll take it back! "

Zhao Qingyun, one of the four princes of Zhao state, is a beautiful girl. Who can escape from Zhao's claws? I don't know how many women in the capital of the country have been ruined by the son of Zhao. Now I see such a beautiful woman who is so down and out of her wits. Where can I care about anything else? Let's talk about it.

As soon as Mr. Zhao's words came out, several guards agreed to go out at once.

However, many people who heard the roaring voice of Mr. Zhao nearby all focused their eyes on Mr. Zhao's face and looked at him as if he were dead.

"I don't know him. I'm just here for dinner!" Someone immediately stepped back a few steps, as if there was a plague on childe Zhao, for fear of being infected: "what he does has nothing to do with us!" (to be continued. If you like this work, welcome to qidian.com to vote for recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my biggest motivation.