Becoming the Villainess: I Reign Over the Cultivators’ Realm With My Wok!

  Chapter 12 Finding faults

  Seeing that Lin Qing and his party did not catch up, Chen Muxue began to walk back leisurely around the road.

  No way, after all, there is only one restaurant in the town, and the rest are snack shops.

   And it stands to reason that no one will wait in place, right?

  Walking around while humming, Chen Muxue bought a basket of bamboo shoots for two Wen.

   I don’t know if the bamboo shoots made from wood spirit root and water spirit root will have a special flavor.

  Walking into the restaurant, the waiter glanced at Chen Muxue, and immediately waved his hand like chasing flies: "Go, go, we don't accept bamboo shoots here, we have a regular supply."

  Chen Muxue was stunned for a moment, then smiled amiably: "I'm not here to sell bamboo shoots, call your shopkeeper, I have something to discuss with him."

  The waiter in the store looked at Chen Muxue again, and then he said, "Girl, if you're not here for dinner, go away, we're busy here."

  Chen Muxue looked at her attire, the dress made of fine cotton was unpretentious, and the clothes were quite old, plus the muddy water from the fight just now, at first glance she was indeed quite embarrassed.

  Although the waiter in this shop sees people as inferior, we must convince them with reasoning.

  Chen Muxue took off the iron pot behind his back and weighed it: "Little brother, think about it, we are not bragging about this pot."

  The iron pan fits very well, and the light flickered for a while.

  The waiter in the shop saw that Chen Muxue was holding such a thick iron pot, but somehow it gave people the feeling of holding a fly swatter, so he couldn't help but take two steps back.

   "Hey, let's talk about it... boy, I'll call the shopkeeper!" The shop waiter nodded and bowed back and ran away.

  At this time, the shopkeeper is welcoming a distinguished guest on the second floor.

   "The Immortal Chief, please! The Immortal Chief's arrival this time really makes the small shop flourish!"

  Cen Lizhui, who is dressed in the iconic white clothes of Xianmen, has one hand behind his back, and is meticulous. Even if he walks in Chen Pu's small restaurant, it gives people the illusion of walking among the pavilions of Xiangong.

  He sat down lightly, and the nondescript cubicle suddenly became a landscape painting.

  The shopkeeper swallowed a little, not daring to breathe.

  What happened today? First, he was a disciple of Liuyunzong, and now he is a boss of Xianmen!

  What kind of wind can blow the boss of Xianmen to his ordinary small restaurant?

  Although I know that in this world, there are many cultivators who pursue food like the sixth elder of Liuyunzong, but...

  It's not that he doesn't know the taste of his own food, he is still very self-aware!

  The compartment is very simple. It is said to be "room", but in fact it is simply separated by a screen.

  Through the hollow pattern of the screen, Cen Lizhui clearly saw Chen Muxue waiting downstairs, and he nodded with satisfaction: "This location is good."

   You can’t eat it sneakily at Qiandingmen, so I eat it openly here.

  His gaze was fixed on the covered basket that Chen Muxue placed on the table.

   "Really...haha! Look, this is our signature dish..." The shopkeeper carefully handed over a bamboo book with some padding.

   "Shopkeeper, there is a girl downstairs looking for you." The waiter found the shopkeeper at this time.

  The shopkeeper resisted the urge to slap the waiter on the head, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Don't you have eyes to see who is sitting here?"

  The shop clerk glanced carefully and trembled: "This..."

   "Since someone is looking for it, don't make people wait too long."

  Cen Li chased after the bamboo book menu, his eyes flashed with disgust.

  噫, it's all wrapped up, how many people have cheated on this?

  He wanted to drink tea to hide his emotions, but when the teacup was brought in front of him, he hesitated.

  There is a layer of oily flowers floating on the tea...

  Cen Lizhui silently put down his teacup and looked downstairs. There were not too many guests, but he definitely couldn't say that there were too few.

   It may be because there is only this restaurant in the whole town.

  The shopkeeper didn't expect Cen Lizhui to say this, he was taken aback for a moment, and glanced at the woman downstairs.

  Although the woman is dressed in ordinary clothes, her temperament is definitely not something that ordinary people can raise.

   "There are a lot of immortals, so the younger ones will go down first." The shopkeeper smiled obsequiously and retreated.

  Just when Chen Muxue was about to get impatient, she finally saw the shop waiter coming out with a man with a big belly, and Dang even knew that this was the shopkeeper.

   "I don't know why the girl is looking for me?" The shopkeeper cupped his hands.

  Chen Muxue cut to the chase: "Master, this is my homemade pickled radish, try it."

   As she spoke, she opened the lid of the basket, and the soaked radish strips were intertwined in the bowl, like a pile of clear white jade, dotted with ruby-like chili flakes. The moment the lid was opened, the sweet and sour taste came out.

   "Ah Choo!" The shopkeeper was caught off guard and sneezed.

  Maybe jumping a little too fast.

  Chen Muxue glanced at it, smiled and scratched her head: "I'm sorry I spilled the water."

   Normally speaking, because it is water, the smell will not be so easy to emit.

   It’s just that the sweet and sour water was sprinkled everywhere during the fight just now, the area is spread out, and the volatilization speed is accelerated.

  Actually, sweet and sour water is not added when serving dishes, but Chen Muxue is worried that the radish will be ugly if it is left out of the water for too long.

  The shopkeeper rubbed his nose: "Miss, what do you mean?"

   "Hey, look at my radish, it's white and bright, you smell my radish, it's sweet and sour..." Chen Muxue coughed lightly, "It's absolutely delicious, I'll sell you the recipe, how about it?"

  The shopkeeper's expression changed slightly after hearing the words: "Oh? Then I have to try it out."

He picked up a radish and put it in his mouth, with a "click", accompanied by the crisp and refreshing taste, the sweet and sour taste immediately opened up his taste buds, and swallowed it in two or three, the shopkeeper suddenly felt that now he really wanted to have a bite of big meat .

   "Okay, okay!" The shopkeeper said again and again, "Young lady is good at cooking, this is the first time I have eaten such pickles."

  Traditional kimchi is mostly salty and sour, and it must be served with porridge, otherwise the salty taste will make people panic. But this pickled radish is sweet and sour, and people with a strong taste can eat it directly as a snack.

  Chen Muxue had observed what kind of dishes the customers in the store were eating just now, and she thought to herself, there are many dishes that you have never eaten.

   Alas, the people here are so foolish, the oil is heavy, the dishes are good, and the seasonings are not used much, let alone picky about the heat and knife skills.

   "Girl, since you are here to sell the formula, I will give you a fair price." The shopkeeper saw a person from the corner of his eye, and his eyes flickered, "Five hundred Wen, what do you think?"

   "Five hundred Wen? Are you here to find fault?" Chen Muxue frowned.

   "Hey, you can't say that. Look, there are other restaurants here. Our restaurant is not easy to open. Do you want to sell it?"

   Before Chen Muxue could speak, a greasy man with a thick back and waist walked up to her: "You are a girl who sells recipes?"

  The big man directly took a pickled radish with his swarthy and oily hand, and took a bite: "Bah! It's so sour, five hundred coins is expensive!"

  (end of this chapter)