Chapter 211 The Emperor Says Good After Eating
After talking about the business, Zhu Zhanji didn't leave. He dawdled and said, "Brother Dehua, can I ask someone to learn from Huaniang?"
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Fang Xing remembered that there was a big discussion about the harm of monosodium glutamate in his previous life, and finally ended several articles.
Monosodium glutamate can only be put in the pot before frying, and it cannot be fried at high temperature, otherwise it will cause cancer.
Another is that the daily intake of monosodium glutamate does not seem to exceed how much, too much is harmful.
I don't want to hurt you!
Seeing Fang Xing's hesitation, Zhu Zhanji gritted his teeth and said, "My little brother promises to keep that learned chef from the palace, let alone spread his skills to the outside world."
"Where are you thinking?"
Fang Xing scratched his head, and said sincerely: "Taishun, in fact, the best food is the original taste. To be honest, Hua Niang's craftsmanship is still the same."
Zhu Zhanji said in amazement: "Then why are the dishes so good today?"
Fang Xing simply said: "That's because there are some things added in it, how about this, you can ask someone to come and take some back every month in the future, but remember, don't put too much."
There is not only monosodium glutamate in the warehouse, but also a lot of chicken essence, but Fang Xing has read the packaging instructions, and the most important ingredient in chicken essence is actually monosodium glutamate.
Since it is a unique skill, of course it has to be kept a secret, so Zhu Zhanji understood: "That would be the best."
But when Fang Xing looked at Zhu Zhanji's strong figure, he was really worried that this guy would become a fat man.
Moreover, the shadow of Zhu Zhanji's untimely death has always been lingering in Fang Xing's mind, so in terms of health, he had to pay attention to this guy who was developing in the direction of a little fat man.
Zhu Zhanji went back with a porcelain bottle of chicken essence and how to use it, so today's Zhu Di received the respect of his grandson.
The eunuch pointed to the plate of fried meat with celery and said, "Your Majesty, this dish is a tribute to His Royal Highness."
Guanglu Temple was in charge of the imperial palace food in the Ming Dynasty, and Guanglu Temple paid attention to a strong taste in cooking. The taste of heavy oil and condiments almost covered up the original taste of the food.
And Zhu Di likes to eat celery, and he is also a lover of strong flavors, so after seeing this dish, he took a chopstick and put it in his mouth.
The eunuch who tried the vegetables secretly licked his tongue. When he tried the vegetables just now, he was very impressed with this celery fried meat!
So fresh!
Zhu Di raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly.
After the meal, Zhu Zhanji sent all the dishes, which surprised the eunuch and the clean-up staff.
This is the best proof that the emperor's grandson is favored!
And in the uterus, the couple ate too much today, and they were talking about Wanwan's funny stories today.
And Wanwan looked at the food that was taken away with some reluctance. She wanted to eat more, but was stopped.
"Be careful of stomach ache at night!"
The crown princess embraced Wanwan and persuaded her, but she felt a little embarrassed touching her slightly swollen belly.
"Could it be that Guanglu Temple changed chefs today?"
After Zhu Gaochi ate to his heart's content, he had some doubts.
Liang Zhong went out to ask, and when he came back, he said, "Your Highness, today's meals are made in the small kitchen."
No matter how good Guanglu Temple is, it can't control the Tai's womb, so the small kitchen got Zhu Zhanji's true biography today, and tried all the tricks of his body.
"Oh! Then give it a reward."
Zhu Gaochi decided to push back the food at Guanglu Temple first, and then eat a small stove for a while.
The next day, when the breakfast was served, Zhu Di tasted it, frowned and said, "Where did Grandson go?"
The eunuch immediately went out to ask questions, and came back and replied: "Your Majesty, Your Highness Grandson heard that He Fang Xing went to Zhuque Street, and it seems to be looking at the house."
Looking at the house?
Zhu Di put down his chopsticks, frowned and said, "The great grandson of the country, does he still think that the grandson's mansion is not enough?"
The eunuch shrank his neck and said: "Your Majesty, they seem to be looking at the restaurant's house."
Zhu Di was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the food on the table with disgust, and said, "Does that Zhuzi want to open a restaurant?"
On Suzaku Street, looking at the two-story wooden building in front of him, Fang Xing looked at the restaurants on the left and right, the one on the left was called 'Qingzhuju', and the one on the right was 'Mingyue Tower'.
Zhu Zhanji looked at his place and asked proudly, "Brother Dehua, how is it here?"
Fang Xing pointed to the left and right without answering the question: "Qingzhuju, is this a vegetarian restaurant?"
Zhu Zhanji rolled his eyes helplessly, this is elegant, isn't it! But this green bamboo house has become a place for monks to eat when it comes to your mouth.
Fang Xing stroked his chin, looked at the right side playfully, and said, "Taishun, why are you neighbors with brothels?"
Zhu Zhanji said helplessly: "Brother Dehua, this is a place to eat."
Brothel used to refer to gorgeous houses, but in the Yuan Dynasty, a guy wrote a book about prostitutes, called "The Collection of Brothels", so the taste changed.
Fang Xing folded his hands behind his back and pretended to say, "Do you think I don't know that this is Yan Jidao's poem? But it's useless! It's a pity! If Old Yan found out from the ground, he would have to let the boss do it every day. No nightmare!"
Yan Jidao's poems are graceful and affectionate, and "the bright moon was there at that time, and it once returned by shining on the colorful clouds." ’ is a well-known phrase.
After finding fault with the neighbors, the two walked into the lobby with their entourage.
The lobby is not small, and more than ten tables can be placed by visual estimation. But Zhu Zhanji pointed to the left and right and said: "Brother Dehua, there are more on both sides and behind."
After browsing the first floor, Fang Xing sighed, "At least forty or fifty tables can be placed!"
Zhu Zhanji said proudly: "Originally, this place was leased to an inn, but later the business was not good, and even the rent was delayed. The people on my side directly waived the rent owed for him, and this person paid him overnight. Ran."
Fang Xing looked at these simple decorations, shook his head and said, "If you open an inn in a place like this, the guests must not be ordinary people. The decoration is poor!"
The two went up to the second floor, looked at the rooms that had been partitioned, Fang Xing nodded and said: "Twenty rooms, not bad, let's get ready to open after decorating."
Zhu Zhanji said with some headaches: "Brother Dehua, it costs a lot of money to decorate!"
Everything is original ecology these days, and the decorator is even a master, so the price must not be cheap.
Fang Xing thought of the 'deposit' at home, and said with a guilty conscience: "Then don't worry, wait until I go back and have a look."
Madan! It costs money to get some wallpaper and floor leather from the warehouse.
The Fang family actually had a lot of money, but most of it belonged to Zhang Shuhui, which came from the money given by Zhang Fu and the old lady, and the amount was quite large.
You can't use women's money!
Fang Xing shook his head, and then said: "Get a few cooks, as well as helpers and Xiaoer, I'll leave these to you."
With Zhu Zhanji's wrist and affection, these are all trivial matters, so he agreed without hesitation.
As for the cook's skill, as long as it's not bad, it's fine, isn't there a sharp weapon provided by Fang Xing?
Back home, Fang Xing marked that place on the map, and then drew a rough structure diagram.
Zhang Shuhui looked at this crude sketch, and said longingly: "Husband, can I go to inspect it?" (To be continued.)