Chapter-112: the fish took the bait
There is a prize if you guess correctly. Wendy Lark smiled faintly, "No, no, I just ate too much." This wave of pretense deserves full marks, and the waiter looked at her with respect and admiration.
Nowadays, mackerel is the most premium dish, only served when entertaining guests or eaten in restaurants. It only means that people who eat it often are either rich or noble. "Sir, please try this dish, it's also my family's signature dish."
Wendy Lark only ate one piece and stopped eating. The waiter did not leave, but asked curiously, "Isn't this to your liking?"
"This dish has carefully selected ingredients, the cooking time is just right, and the knife skills are also excellent, but..." Wendy Lark kept it a secret. Waiter's curiosity was aroused, "What is it?"
Wendy Lark shook her head and sighed, "The dipping sauce is a bit bad. It would be better if chili oil was added."
"What is that?" Wendy Lark said casually. "This is a condiment that has just become popular in the capital. Isn't it available here?" She spoke casually, as if this was a very common occurrence. But God knows she just made it up.
There was no such thing as chili peppers back then. The waiter believed it and said weakly, "Not yet." Wendy Lark looked disappointed and sighed softly, "Do you have pickled fish in the store? I want to eat it."
The waiter still shook his head, feeling that his own dishes could not keep up with the trends, and that trace of pride he had shattered to pieces bit by bit. Wendy Lark made a request at the right time, "Then, can I borrow the kitchen?"
If you ask at the beginning, the waiter will just chase you away. What trouble are you making? There is no such rule. But at this moment, he was unsure of the other party's identity and did not dare to offend him easily. "This... I'm going to ask the shopkeeper."
The shopkeeper came soon and bowed to everyone, "I heard that the guest wants to borrow the kitchen to cook?" Wendy Lark nodded calmly, "Yes, I have a bad stomach and I dare not eat too much raw and cold fish."
The shopkeeper's calm face cracked. A young man this young can cook? Impossible, he is just being willful! However, his eyes fell on Guard Simon and his companions, all of them were strong and sturdy.
He agreed readily, without much effort, just as a way to coax a child. Wendy Lark achieved her goal smoothly, "Brother, give me the jar of pickled cabbage." There is no chili pepper, but there is peppercorn, so I can still make a dish of sauerkraut and peppercorn fish.
Guard Simon and his friends looked at each other. Why would they bring sauerkraut with them when they go out? Hey, what is sauerkraut? No, she had anticipated all this. Miss Wendy Lark is someone you can never figure out!
The shopkeeper personally took Wendy Lark, her father and her brother into the kitchen. Wendy Lark took a look around and found that all the bream had been ordered and could not be moved.
However, since there were grass carps, I picked three of them. Wendy Lark avoided everyone when cooking. Everyone could understand that all chefs did this, unless they were direct disciples. No one took it seriously.
This kid looked like a favored one at home. He had never done any cooking before, so how could he cook? In other words, I act on impulse and do whatever I want. But soon, an alluring fragrance gradually emanated.
The chefs looked at each other. The aroma was too overbearing. It went straight into their noses and aroused the appetite in their stomachs. When Wilson lark appeared in the lobby with a pot of pickled fish with peppers, everyone was instantly struck by the aroma.
The diners couldn't sit still any longer, "Boss, what is this dish? Why does it smell so good? Hurry up and give us one portion too."
The shopkeeper also wanted to eat it, but he didn't expect that after living for half his life and meeting so many different kinds of people, he actually made a mistake this time. Not only can this young master do it, he is very good at it.
"I'm so sorry. This was made by the customer in the kitchen."
"Diners…? Who is he? Can you ask him to make an extra portion?"
"This..." The shopkeeper subconsciously looked at the person behind Wilson lark. Wendy Lark seemed to notice his gaze. She looked up and smiled at him, then turned around decisively and walked towards her seat.
A servant in green clothes stood on the second floor and shouted, "Shopkeeper, my master wants you to come up." The second floor was full of private rooms, so the shopkeeper did not dare to be negligent.
He responded promptly and walked up the stairs. Wendy Lark glanced over and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. The fish was hooked. I just wonder if it's the big fish she wants? I'm looking forward to it.
Guard Simon looked at the smile on her face and couldn't help but shudder. What is she planning by being so roundabout? In the private room No. 2, a man in brocade clothes looking like a romantic young man. "Who is that?"
The shopkeeper did not dare to neglect him at all and was extremely respectful. "He is a young man from the capital, and he is accompanied by a group of guards. They all look quite skilled."
The brocade robed man tapped his palm with a beautiful crafted staff he is holding, thinking, "Go and negotiate with them, and tell them I'm willing to pay a high price for it."
"Yes..." The shopkeeper hurried downstairs and came back soon, carefully reporting, "He said he won't sell it to you. He's not a cook. But, as the saying goes, all men are brothers. I don't mind inviting you to taste the food together."
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