Su Le and Zhuang Dafang were invited to the private room and sat down. Su Le seemed a little reserved. Zhuang Dafang didn't care about that set and brought it to the menu, ordered shrimp dumplings, crab noodle soup dumplings, rice noodle noodles, char siu buns, and a pot of top-notch Biluochun.

Miao Qingyu asked the waiter to

He treated them well and went back to the office first and asked Su Le to come to the office to see her after eating.

Tingyuxuan's crab noodle soup buns are indeed well-known. Although the cage looks big, there are only six buns in a cage. After the cage is brought up, they first put a hot towel, wipe their hands clean, and then grab the buns with both hands. Grabbing the soup buns also requires skills. Grab the wrinkles on the top of the soup buns with one hand, stretch them flatly and gently lift the bottom of the soup buns, put them in the plate in front of you to cool slightly, then put them in a spoon, bite the thin bun skin, then absorb the soup, and finally put them into the stomach. If you don't know how to eat it, you may be burned by the soup. This crab noodle soup bun is indeed well-known. Goose yellow slurry, the soup is rich and tastes good, and the fresh fragrance contained in the soup buns can almost soak in every pore.

Su Le ate two cages. Seeing Zhuang Dafang finishing two cages and calling two cages, he couldn't help but admire the boy's appetite. He said to Zhuang Dafang: "Brother, eat slowly, I'll go to the master's place."

Zhuang Dafang didn't care about eating the soup buns and looked up at him: "Just go, I will take care of myself. By the way, thank you for your sister-in-law."

Su Le came to Miao Qingyu's office and knocked on the door and received permission before entering. In fact, the office was also arranged in the style of a private room, with only an additional desk. Through the floor-to-ceiling window behind her, you can see the beautiful morning view of Baihe.

Miao Qingyu was sitting in front of the computer. When she saw Su Le coming in, she smiled and said, "Su Le, come in and sit in!" While speaking, she also stood up and asked Su Le to sit down on a rattan chair at the corner window.

The sky-green teapot had been soaked in the West Lake Longjing, and Miao Qingyu filled the two teacups in front of him.

Su Le picked up one of the cups and took a sip of tea.

Miao Qingyu smiled and said, "How about Tingyuxuan's crab noodle soup buns?"

"Delicious!" Su Le's comment was simple and simple.

Miao Qingyu said: "It's a pity that there are too few diners in Nanwu, and this crab noodle soup bun is a bit too high."

Su Le said: "The price of 58 per person seems to be a bit high."

Miao Qingyu blinked her eyes and said, "The only one who is 58 is just ordinary morning tea. The price of a basket of crab noodle soup buns is 128. When doing business, you must first choose the right customer group you target. I have never wanted to operate this place as if it is crowded."

Su Le was amazed at him. If he hadn't met Miao Qingyu today, he would have just enough money to get a bag of 200 yuan in his pocket. Although Nanwu is the capital of Yun'an Province, people who are willing to spend hundreds of yuan to have breakfast are niche groups after all, so it would be natural for Tingyuxuan's business to be deserted. However, Su Le also knew that this was a business philosophy problem. From Tingyuxuan's exquisite decoration, you can know that this is definitely not a common mass consumer group, and its positioning is high-end.

What Miao Qingyu really cares about is the game that will come tomorrow: "How are you preparing?"

Su Le said: "It's not like that."

Miao Qingyu said: "The internal cooking competitions of our juniors often test two dishes, both of which are self-selected and propositions. This year's competition was proposed by my stepmother, but for fairness, the right to proposition is not with her. It is said that several judges at the competition site can only be decided before they can be decided. As for the self-selected dishes, what did your master ask you to prepare?"

Su Le said: "I didn't ask me to prepare anything. I haven't told me about cooking until now. I either asked me to cut radish or potatoes every day."

Miao Qingyu's eyes lit up: "Do you want to practice moon dizziness?"

Su Le chuckled and said, "I don't have that ability. Don't talk about moon dizziness, even sun dizziness, I haven't practiced it."

Miao Qingyu nodded and said, "Without more than ten years of hard work, you can't even think of practicing into moon halo. Among our senior brothers and sisters, only your master and my second senior brother can truly practice the sword skills to the point of being superb and turning decay into magic."

When Su Le heard Miao Qingyu say that his master was so awesome, his eyes lit up. As Zhu Laoer's disciple, he naturally felt a shiny face.

Miao Qingyu said: "My father admired the second senior brother the most during his lifetime, but the second senior brother was irritable and unstable. His ability to practice magical sword skills was related to his talent. Even if my father was alive, he might not be as good as him in sword skills."

This is the highest evaluation Su Le heard of his master. He also believed that Zhu Laoer deserves this evaluation. The effect of a person being able to cut potatoes out of the moon halo, and that knife technique is almost an inhuman existence.

Miao Qingyu said again: "Although the second senior brother is outstanding in knife skills, his fireworks are the weakest among the senior brothers. In this regard, the senior brother Shen Wantang is the first."

Su Le said disdainfully: "It's that cripple?" In fact, Shen Wantang is Su Le's master, and Su Le should not have been so disrespectful to him, but Su Le was extremely disgusted with the actions of the Shen family father and son. He had already defined Shen Wantang as despicable villains in his heart, and naturally there was no respect in his words. It was not unreasonable for Miao Qingyu to admire Shen Wantang so much. Su Le saw with his own eyes that Shen Wantang used a crutch to resist the master's sword that condensed all his strength, and Shen Wantang broke the bluestone ground with a turn. The performance of these two times alone was enough to prove that Shen Wantang was not only a master of cooking, but also a master of martial arts.

Miao Qingyu said: "But you don't know that the reason why his legs turned like this is related to your master."

Su Le didn't feel much surprise. He had long expected that there would be a deep hatred between his master and Shen Wantang, otherwise Shen Wantang would not have taken revenge by any means.

Miao Qingyu said: "When my father was alive, he wanted to find a successor between them. Not only did he hand over the sword sword to him, but he also wanted to entrust the kitchen of Yanxi Hall. Both of my senior brothers are extremely competitive, so they always try their best. One of them is good at sword skills and the other is good at fire skills. The strengths of both of them are exactly the other's weaknesses. My father was also quite entangled between them and it was difficult to make a decision. In the end, he decided to let them have an open and fair cooking battle. The winner could lead the kitchen of Yanxi Hall and become the chef of Yanxi Hall."

Although Su Le did not see this wonderful duel with his own eyes, the exciting game had already emerged from Miao Qingyu's depiction.

Miao Qingyu said: "Twenty years ago, on the third day of the seventh month, my father's fifty birthday, he invited several authoritative people from the Yun'an catering industry as a judge to grade my two senior brothers' cooking skills. In order to show impartiality, my father did not participate in the review. The game at that time was as intense and exciting as everyone expected. The two tied the topic dishes. During the self-selecting stage, the eldest senior brother made a shark fin, while the second senior brother thought for a while, but only made an ordinary fried three-slide."

Although Su Le has just started cooking, he knew that the more ordinary the ingredients are, the more he could see his kung fu. The master chose to stir-fry Sanshi, a home-cooked dish to deal with Chen Wantang's Braised Sky Shark Fin. The two have a huge difference in value. On the surface, it looks like a contest between a bicycle and a supercar, but in fact, the master was able to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses in this dish, which fully demonstrated his superb knife skills. Although he was at a disadvantage in selecting materials, the final effect might not be lost to Chen Wantang.

Miao Qingyu's next words also confirmed Su Le's speculation: "Eight judges still tied the game with four to four. In the end, my father had to come forward in person. After tasting the dishes they had made, he said that Chen Wantang's knife skills were not as good as Zhu Dacheng, and Zhu Dacheng's fireworks were inferior to Chen Wantang. However, just for this dish, Chen Wantang's fireworks were still excellent, but his knife skills were still obvious. Zhu Dacheng could use exquisite knife skills to cover up the shortcomings of fireworks, so that all his attention would be focused on the pleasure brought by exquisite knife skills, and ignored the others. Zhu Dacheng was slightly better. Chen Wantang was dissatisfied with my father's judgment and believed that my father deliberately favored the second senior brother. He left shortly after the game. Before leaving, he had a fierce conflict with the second senior brother, and his tendons were interrupted by the conflict."

Su Le was shocked. Could it be that Chen Wantang's tendons were cut off by his master? If that was true, no wonder Chen Wantang hated his master to the core.

Miao Qingyu's recollection of that game did not bring her too much emotional fluctuations. Perhaps that incident has passed too long. Time is the biggest enemy of passion and will unknowingly wipe out the passion. Miao Qingyu's eyes turned to the window, and the water of the Baihe River flowed quietly, day after day, year after year, unknowingly, her youth was no longer there, and Miao Qingyu suddenly felt a sense of sadness in her heart that the flowers could not bear to fall.

Su Le always kept vigilant towards Miao Qingyu. Although he believed that Miao Qingyu was his master's junior sister, it was difficult for him to determine whether Miao Qingyu was an enemy or a friend. Although Su Le had just walked out of the school gate, he had been struggling in Chunfeng Street for more than ten years and contacted all kinds of guests in Xiaodongfeng every day. He understood a truth a long time ago. Knowing people and not the heart, it was difficult to draw bones when painting tigers and skins. Judging a person must not only look at the surface.

Miao Qingyu has been good to herself since she appeared, but she has never met Zhu Laoer. In other words, the master did not know that she had found her. What is the gap between her and her master? Why do they need to avoid it when they are brothers and sisters?

Su Le said: "Mr. Master, there will be a competition tomorrow. Are you meeting my master? Let's discuss it and come up with a more complete response."

Miao Qingyu shook his head and said, "Don't let him know that I've contacted you. If he knows that you have contacted me secretly, he will most likely drive you out of the sect."
Chapter completed!