Before the advent of chili peppers, most of the spiciness on people's tables came from turmeric and mustard, which were pungent and irritating and not really delicious.
One can imagine how big a sensation Wuweizhai's Sichuan spicy specialties caused in the capital.
Even someone like Zhao Ce, who is used to eating delicacies from all over the world, found it amazing.
The Daqing Dynasty was considered prosperous, and last year was a good harvest year. In order to attract customers, Su Lingyu directly waved his hand and said that in the first half year of the restaurant's opening, there would be an unlimited supply of staple food, and rice could be added at any time.
Coupled with relatively modern marketing methods, Wuweizhai was overcrowded as soon as it opened. Almost half a month after its opening, it became famous in the capital, and everyone knew about it.
Finally tasting the taste she longed for, Su Yu narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, and at the same time, she didn't forget to give the system half a bowl of Maoxuewang to satisfy her craving.
Zhao Ce glanced at the cat on the ground, said nothing, and ordered a few more dishes.
"My lord, try this." Su Yu happily ate and used her own chopsticks to pick up a piece of boiled pork slices for Zhao Ce. "This is delicious."
After finishing the dishes, she continued to add to her bowl without realizing it, her cheeks bulging: "The capital is so nice, there are so many things to eat. I used to only eat stewed wild vegetables and stewed cabbage every day at home. I could only eat it during the New Year." After eating meat, I was lucky enough to meet the prince.”
Zhao Ce's heart softened, and his phoenix eyes were filled with a soft smile: "I should thank you for saving me."
If not, he might have died.
Thinking of the person behind the assassination, Zhao Ce's eyes turned slightly cold, and he even looked at the dishes on the table with displeasure.
Hearing this, Su Yu slowed down her chewing movements.
"Your Majesty." Su Yu's long eyelashes trembled and she asked tentatively, "Is it because I saved you that you are so kind to me?"
Su Yu was so nervous that she even used honorifics.
The person opposite obviously didn't expect her to ask this question, and was stunned for a moment without speaking.
"Your Majesty?"
Zhao Ce hesitated for a moment: "...Yes."
Su Yu's heart thumped uncontrollably, her eyelashes trembled several times in panic, and she lowered her head to eat the rice, which tasted like chewing wax.
Zhao Ce fell into deep thought, is that so?
Although the answer has been given, this question still arises in my mind uncontrollably.
In silence, Zhao Ce picked up the meat slices in the bowl and chewed them slowly, his lowered eyes still thinking.
The servant who had been standing behind Zhao Ce widened his eyes in disbelief. The prince actually ate the food that was brought to him with other people's chopsticks. It was not public chopsticks, but real chopsticks that had been used by others.
Isn’t the prince intolerable to this kind of thing?
In order to cover up her guilty conscience, Su Yu tried to divert Zhao Ce's attention: "My lord, try this again. This is also delicious."
Zhao Ce didn't think much, but the moment the food touched his lips, he suddenly paused and looked up to the opposite side. The girl was eating happily, her lips were very red with red oil, and the pink tip of her tongue was looming between opening and closing. .
He suddenly remembered that Su Yu brought the food in the bowl.
But he didn't feel any discomfort.
The servants had been carefully observing Zhao Ce's condition. Seeing him stop, his heart started to lift. The prince finally realized that something was wrong and he would definitely get angry.
The next moment, the servant watched as Zhao Ce ate it with a normal expression, and happily picked up the bowl and caught it when Su Yu served him another dish.
The servant couldn't believe it and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
Was it because he was dazzled or because the prince took the wrong medicine?
After the meal, the restaurant gave guests on the third floor free desserts, two egg tarts, and two exquisitely shaped small cakes smeared with homemade animal cream.
Zhao Ce didn't eat and gave his share directly to Su Yu.
Su Yu almost fell in love with the heroine. In ancient times when there was a lack of food, she opened such a restaurant to benefit the people. The heroine was righteous.
The system pulled Su Yu hard and said: [Host, give me a bite too. 】
After biting down half of the egg tart, Su Yu sighed: "The boss of Wuweizhai is really awesome. He can make the food so delicious. No wonder so many people come here to eat."
Zhao Ce lowered his eyes, indicating something: "It may not be that the boss is great."
Su Yu didn't know why she looked up at him.
Zhao Ce raised the corners of his lips in a mocking arc: "What do you think is the most important thing about opening a restaurant like this?"
Su Yu was confused: "Does the cooking taste good?"
"Well, what else?"
Under Zhao Ce's encouraging gaze, Su Yu thought hard: "I still need money."
If you cook delicious food and have money, you can indeed open a restaurant, but it can only open a restaurant. A restaurant is not like a small workshop or stall on the roadside, especially in a place like the capital where the rich and powerful gather.
What you need to drive smoothly is a backing and a background.
Su Yu blinked: "Am I right?"
Zhao Ce smiled and said nothing.
"Let's go after eating. Go back and finish practicing your calligraphy."
Su Yu's good mood ended completely with these words.
At this moment, she wanted to shout at the male protagonist's ear, are you a devil?
Su Yu got into the carriage dejectedly under the supervision of Zhao Ce. She didn't notice that there were two people looking at them from a window in the private room on the third floor of Wuweizhai.
Zhao Ce, who was following closely behind, seemed to be feeling something. His phoenix eyes were raised, and his gaze shot upward like a sharp blade out of its sheath, meeting a pair of delicate eyes flashing with complex emotions.
Zhao Ce's heart felt as if something had hit him. A strange throbbing was like an earth fire stirred by thunder, and his heart was pounding.
The two looked at each other in the air, and neither one took the lead to look away.
Zhao Ce clearly realized that this was abnormal, as his body and soul seemed to be separated. He should look away now, get on the carriage and return to the palace to supervise Su Yu's calligraphy practice, instead of looking at each other from a distance with an inexplicable woman.
But he couldn't control his body.
Damn it, what kind of magic is this?
"Zhao Ce, why don't you come up?" The delicate voice carried some unhappy complaints, which clearly reached Zhao Ce's ears.
In an instant, Zhao Ce regained control of his body.
The air pressure became extremely low in an instant. Zhao Ce's eyes were as cold as frost. He glanced coldly at the woman upstairs. He turned around and got into the carriage without hesitation.
Zhao Cefeng's eyes were as calm as water. Only by looking closely could you find that there was overwhelming anger suppressed inside.
Upstairs in Wuweizhai, Su Lingyu looked away in a daze, then woke up quickly and frowned in confusion.
If she read it correctly, that man was the one she saved in the back mountain of Sujiacun.
Why is Su Yu here?
How come the two of them are together? He is obviously someone who is beyond the reach of anyone, so how did he get involved?
What puzzled Su Lingyu the most was that she had stared at a man for so long just now. Her slightly upward phoenix eyes were as dark as ink, as if they could suck people in, as deep and mysterious as a whirlpool.
