I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

After a period of publicity, Quanjufang Restaurant opened, and there was a long queue in front of the door.

The mentality of ordinary citizens is that if you don’t want money, you don’t eat for nothing, and you are a fool if you don’t take advantage of the advantages. People craned their necks to look in.

The guy Chunsheng warmly welcomed the first two guests in.

It's a couple.

"Table No. 3, two bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup."

Soon, the lobby on the first floor was full. Shopkeeper Feng and the lady also came out to help.

The hot duck blood vermicelli soup is also served. The main ingredients are not only duck blood, but also duck liver, duck gizzards and duck intestines. The broth is made from whole duck and served with vermicelli. Sprinkled with chopped green onion, coriander and wolfberry, the aroma is tangy.

In modern times, Nanjing's duck blood vermicelli soup is known as the number one snack, which is definitely not covered.

The couple looked at each other, grabbed the chopsticks and opened the liver.

Their conversation went something like this.

"I never thought that duck blood can be so delicious, smooth and tender! Let's make it ourselves when we go back."

"My lady, try this duck gizzard, it's really flexible and chewy!"

"The duck intestines are also good, smooth, the duck liver is soft, and the duck soup is so fresh, Gululu!"

"Hey, this vermicelli is chewy and delicious."

The two bowls of duck soup were clean, and both of them were sweating, super refreshed. After greeting other customers, the guy Chunsheng came over and asked, "Guest, how do you feel?"

The man wiped his oily mouth and said, "It's delicious, let's have another bowl."

"Each person is limited to a free bowl. Welcome to come back tomorrow. Tomorrow is still a treat, with a 50% discount." Chunsheng smiled.

The woman glanced at her husband, "This duck blood vermicelli soup is simple, and I can make it too. Let's go home."

Chunsheng had anticipated this situation early on, so he didn't take it seriously, and sent him off with a smile on his face, "Then you two go slowly."

"Dude, you guys... didn't the leaflet say that the main dish is roast duck? Why is there only duck blood vermicelli soup?" A customer asked his own question, isn't this a fool?

Shopkeeper Feng wiped his forehead with a towel, "Guest, my second shopkeeper told me that important people will make an appearance at the finale, and the main food is worth waiting for."

The guest strokes his goatee.

If the duck blood vermicelli soup is so delicious, how about roast duck?

There was a scholar-like customer with slightly fair skin who picked out a piece of duck liver. He was not used to eating offal.

Shopkeeper Feng came over, "I think the young master is a scholar?"

The guests were slightly displeased.

"Why, come to your house to taste food and still have to check your identity?" The scholar ate and drank, said it was indecent, and the scholar's face was embarrassing, a bit ugly.

Shopkeeper Feng smiled without any trace of sarcasm. "I saw you blinking several times, but your eyes are dry and uncomfortable?"

The scholar didn't expect his little trick to be discovered by the other party. "What's the point of this?"

"The second shopkeeper of my family said that duck liver tastes sweet and warm in nature, and it belongs to the liver meridian; it can nourish the liver, improve eyesight, and nourish blood. It is excellent for night blindness, red eyes, and edema. So..." The meaning of the shopkeeper Feng Obviously, don't let this blessed food go to waste.

Xue Lin was sitting at the next table, and he immediately praised after hearing this: "The boss is right, serving delicious food like you, and also providing authentic health advice, the conscience of the industry!"

Someone recognized Xue Lin, and the medical center manager was right.

The scholar did not expect that duck liver has so many benefits. "Thank you for the shopkeeper's advice. I'll eat it. Come to your house for dinner, and you can also learn about health preservation. It's a worthwhile trip."

In stark contrast to Quanjufang, which is full of people, Hongjin Restaurant is not an exaggeration to describe it as a crowd.

The shopkeeper squinted, and spat heavily, "Eating for free, let's see how long you can last? Don't lose your money and you won't be able to find Bei."

Behind him stood the chef from Gong County, "But the duck blood vermicelli soup is nothing special, and everyone will get tired of it after a few days. It will be up to you, the boss."