"What happened? You were so panicked. Did you not fall?"
Shen Wenjun helped A Kun up from the ditch.
"You deserve it. Master, I am invincible, why can't you be fine?" Song Che asked.
A Kun said bitterly: "No, sir, madam, it's Boss Wang from Wangjiang Inn. He hurried over with a sad face, saying that something big happened, and he wants to see you, sir?"
"Oh? Boss Wang?" Song Che raised his eyebrows and said to Shen Wenjun: "Look, I just said that I wanted to find a few gangsters who open restaurants and inns to sponsor me. No, before I finished speaking, someone came to my door. Son."
"Oh, if they come looking for me, they must be in some kind of trouble. Please come see me quickly." Shen Wenjun urged.
Then go and meet.
In the living room.
Boss Wang was restless. When he saw Song Che entering, he rushed towards him as if he were seeing his biological father:
"Boss Song, help me!"
Song Che pushed him away with a look of disgust on his face, "Don't you live a good life? Just open your mouth and shut up to save lives. Song is not a doctor... Boss Wang should talk about something."
Boss Wang cried: "Boss Song, our inn... here comes a group of Japanese chefs! They want to compete with my chefs in cooking. Their skills are really good, but my chefs have lost every time!
You also know that for those of us who open restaurants and inns, the food is our signature. If our signature has been smashed, how can we still do business in the future? Isn’t this going to cost me my life? Ouch! "
Song Che was puzzled, what kind of good food could be made in this tiny place in Japan? If you can't even compete with Little Japan, why should you open a restaurant or inn?
"If there are business matters, I can also give you some advice. I know nothing about cooking."
"Who doesn't know that there is a cook in your house who is as good as the God of Cookery? If she can help, she can definitely save the sign of my inn!"
oh! It turns out that he came here with a wishful thinking!
Song Che rolled his eyes and walked a few steps in the hall. Boss Wang followed behind, waiting for him to speak.
"Boss Wang, I'm not helping you. Mother Yun is my darling. It's hard for my whole family to live without eating her food for a day. I can't decide whether she can help you or not..." "
You know what I mean?
"My Boss Song!" Boss Wang surpassed Song Che and touched his chest and promised: "As long as you are willing to let her come out to help, Wang hereby promises that in the next year, your Song family will not charge a penny when you come to my inn to spend money. !”
"Hey! Boss Wang, I'm not polite if you say that!"
Song Che said with a smile: "Just eat and drink for free. Song is not a person who likes to take advantage... The Jinxiu Convention will be held next month. There are a lot of guests from all over the world. I am worried that I have no place to entertain. Boss Wang's hope Jiang's Inn is the best in Hangzhou, so I'm thinking of arranging them to stay at your inn, what do you think?"
As he said that, he added: "But it's not free food and drink. All the guests' consumption will be paid by me. But for this cost, Boss Wang should give some discounts."
"No problem!" He looked bitter one moment, but he was very happy the next moment, "It is my honor to be the designated room and board of Boss Song at Wangjiang Inn. So, during the two months of the Fairview Conference, all guests All accommodation and meals are at 30% off! And I, Wangjiang Inn, will no longer accept outside guests, and I will serve Boss Song wholeheartedly in greeting guests!"
"Okay! It's settled then. Boss Wang will go back first and prepare the kitchen utensils. I will bring Yun Niang to visit later."
"Thank you, Boss Song!"
…
Among the people ranked in the Song Dynasty, the first wife, Shen Wenjun, was the first, followed by Ning Yehong, who gave birth to twins, and the third, Yun Niang, who took care of the family's taste.
Song Che found Yun Niang and told her about the Wangjiang Inn, but he never expected that she would agree.
"How dare you come to my Daliang to run wild in such a small place? You must show them some color!"
But halfway through the carriage ride, she felt a little worried:
"I have been cooking at home, and I have never competed with outsiders. What if there are people outside me, and there are mountains beyond the mountains? How embarrassing would it be if I lost to the Japanese?"
Song Che just told her to rest assured. Although he doesn't know how to cook, he has watched the cartoon "The Little Master of China" three times from beginning to end. It is the same principle as that of "familiar with three hundred Tang poems, and can recite them even if you don't know how to compose them."
He provided ideas, and Yun Niang took care of it herself, matching men and women, and taking advantage of the little Japanese slaves.
Arrive at Wangjiang Inn.
The lobby of the inn has been cleared, and there are several tables spread out on the left and right. On the tables are pots, pans, stoves, and various ingredients.
On the right side stood three Japanese men, each no more than five feet tall, wearing kimonos and wearing Tsukiyo haircuts. They had their eyes closed, holding short swords at their waists, and looked extremely serious.
"Boss Song, are you here with your sweetheart?" Boss Wang rushed to greet him as if he saw a savior.
"Honey...darling?" Yun Niang scratched her arm.
Song Che, I feel goosebumps all over my body. The words "darling" come from this fat man's mouth and are not pleasant to listen to.
When the Japanese cook heard the person coming, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Song Che and Yun Niang up and down. His tone was full of contempt, "I thought you didn't dare to accept the challenge."
Song Che cursed lightly: "Xiao Baga."
"Boss Song, you are so rude." The cook said coldly: "I have a name, Kameda Ichiro, and the two people behind me are my apprentices, Yamamoto Kazuki and Sakata Ryo."
Song Che frowned slightly, "Do you know me?"
"Who in Hangzhou doesn't know the name of Boss Song?" Kameda Ichiro said: "We crossed from Japan to Daliang specifically to learn about your country's cuisine. It's a pity that we traveled to many places and never met any rivals. , I heard that Hangzhou is the most prosperous city in the south of the Yangtze River, I hope we won’t be disappointed this time!”
"You are an arrogant person! If you eat one dish of our Chinese cuisine a day, you will never be able to finish it in your lifetime! How dare you, a small island country, challenge me, Daliang!" Boss Wang has become more confident now that he has someone to back him up.
Ichiro Kameda didn't even look at him, but said coldly: "Dishes are not blown with your mouth, but made with your hands. What's the use of having so many dishes? Shoddy things don't even have a chance to be served in Japan." No."
This Japanese slave is indeed too arrogant.
"It's okay to compete in cooking skills, but..." Song Che smiled at Kameda Ichiro and the others, "Kameda-san, can you stand up first? It's really not polite for you to sit and talk to us."
Ichiro Kameda blushed angrily, jumped up and shouted, "I've always been standing!"
"Ah...I'm so sorry. The legs of this table are too high and I couldn't see clearly...Boss Wang, it's true that you brought this kind of table even though you knew it wasn't high enough, so quickly move it away..." "
"Hahaha……"
Let’s all laugh at them!
