Yang Yuying's guests were all people, including all the famous young men and brothers in the capital, and Prince Ping was there.

Regarding Yang Banxian's identity, there are many tacit understandings that can only be understood but not expressed in words among the young masters.

Anyway, if she believes in her words, now there are many more people who believe in them than those who don’t, so this statement will naturally spread.

It had not passed overnight, but it reached Zhou Youdao's ears.

Zhou Youdao is so arrogant. How could he tolerate a woman named Yang Yuying and slander his best and most proud cooking skills?

"You are Yang Yuying?"

One day later, Zhou Youdao stood straight outside Qingliang's residence with his hands behind his back, staring at Yang Yuying who was basking in the sun in the sun.

Yang Yuying didn't even raise her head.

Zhou Youdao was immediately displeased.

Where did the yellow-haired girl come from? Relying on her good face, she seduced a group of young men in Beijing who were used to having a fever. She thought she was amazing and dared to praise the chefs in the world?

He had to teach this little girl a lesson today!

Zhou Youdao waved his hand, and his apprentices prepared one after another. He was going to open fire in front of Qingliangju’s door today so that these unknown young men could see what real cooking skills are!

For most of the day, the shopkeeper of Qingliangju's shopkeeper was so worried that his hair was going white.

Judging from Zhou Youdao's attitude, dozens of chefs came and went, more than a dozen people cut vegetables, more than a dozen people chopped meat, and more than a dozen people processed fish and shrimps.

The dish is just the tenderest heart.

The fish only takes a few of the most delicious parts, such as the lip.

Most of the chickens and ducks were thrown away.

Just looking at the actions of these people, the shopkeeper felt quite tall and could not help but lean over to mutter to Xiao Zizi Liu who was basking in the sun at the door: "Why don't Miss open it now?"

Yang Yuying yawned: "I want to go."

The shopkeeper choked: "No matter how bad you are, you can choose some good ingredients. Although the ingredients are now available for the royal palace, we are not unable to get them at all."

"I want to make barley porridge today. Well, if you want to have a dish, I will use a carrot stick, the kind I made myself."

Shopkeeper: "..."

Ancestor!

Yang Yuying laughed and said softly: "Okay, add two more dishes, mix with vermicelli, and boil peanuts in water."

The shopkeeper shut up and walked back honestly.

The sun sets westward.

Zhou Youdao stretched out his arms, and the two apprentices came over to roll up their sleeves and tied their aprons. Then he walked to the stove in all directions and directed the apprentices to start cooking.

Fry, roast, steam, and fry everything is a top-notch dish.

Yang Yuying looked around and nodded while watching: "No, not bad. How to sell it? Give me a sweet and sour fish?"

Zhou Youdao was stunned and narrowed his eyes: "Three Hundred Texts."

Yang Yuying nodded: "It's worth it, after all, it's good at craftsmanship."

She really took three hundred cigarettes and bought a fish to eat. Zhou Youdao frowned and sneered in her heart: Now it's too late!

The sky gradually became dark, and not far away, more than a dozen young men were riding horses and riding horses, and arrived in a hurry.

When I rushed over to the door of Qingliangju, I was panting: "It's too late, it's too late, what number is the shopkeeper?"

"Today I'll eat porridge. Come first and then arrive until I finish eating."

The shopkeeper glanced listlessly and sat there, and there was indeed a big pot of porridge. Yang Yuying was sitting in front of the stove yawning.

He was uneasy and did not let the guys stay and greet him. He worked part-time to run the hall himself.

After dealing with Yang Yuying for so long, the shopkeeper has long regarded her as a junior and her night canteen as part of her cool home. Now that someone is looking for trouble, it would be strange if he is not anxious.

But the Lord didn't care, had enough food and drink, and had eaten "enemy" fish, so he made up for the pot of porridge. What could he do?

"I have cooked all the bowls and chopsticks, take them by myself and serve them by myself."

"call."

The shopkeeper was muttering, and the young man rushed over and grabbed the dishes and spoons, and started drinking the porridge with all his might.

In the blink of an eye, a large pot of porridge disappeared into everyone's bowls, including many people who eat more and take up more, and one person snatches two bowls.

Shopkeeper: "..."

Seeing that these young men didn't even look at him, Zhou Youdao gently tapped the edge of the pot.

The apprentices immediately opened the lid of the pot, and some people fanned the wind. The fragrance blew into the noses of the young men with the wind.

Zhou Youdao sneered: He didn't believe it. These noble men didn't come to eat their own dishes, but instead wanted to drink the ruthless white porridge!

Sure enough, the young men were attracted, and a few put down their bowls and smiled and said, "Miss Liu, when will you have another hard dish? It's been several days since I haven't cooked it seriously. I've cooked the porridge for the third time, so it's too perfunctory!"

Others also said that.

Yang Yuying narrowed her eyes and smiled, revealing two cute little tiger teeth: "I don't want to have a big meal recently."

Everyone: "..."

A few young men nodded: "Yes, I haven't had much appetite recently, but if Mrs. Liu cooks hard dishes, such as the deer tendons in the casserole a while ago, the taste is really reminiscent!"

"No, I'm greedy."

Young Master Sun turned to look at Zhou Youdao and stood up.

Zhou Youdao was refreshed and pretended to be reserved to remove the snow-white apron without any oiliness.

"This guy, you have no business selling these things here. I think the dishes you cook are OK, the colors, fragrance and taste are good. It should be much better to go to Hualiu Alley."

The other young masters also said, "Yes, it's okay for you to sell some buns here. We smelled the dishes and it was so uncomfortable that it affected the porridge. You can't sell them, so you can't even cause trouble for everyone, why bother?"

Zhou Youdao's expression suddenly changed. He opened his mouth and turned around on Prince Ping, who was sitting in front of him. He said nothing and left without saying anything.

Several young men hurriedly said, "Cleaning it, it's awesome to dirty the streets just now. If you don't have a chance, you'll have to sue!"

Zhou Youdao didn't even look back.

It was his apprentices who looked at each other and cleaned up their things honestly.

Several young men hurriedly said, "It's just that the fire has not yet been extinguished. What about the pancakes for a meal? Sesame cakes are done."

The apprentices looked at each other.

They were all a little stunned by the Taoist people in Zhou You, and used to obedience. When they heard this, they took it as a matter of realizing the fire and baking the cooked cakes.

These people worked very quickly and frugally, and they baked all the guests in one breath. Everyone was satisfied with eating and tipped a lot.

But Zhou Youdao was holding a shelf and waiting for his friends to come to carry the sedan chair and take him back. He waited for no reason but was so angry that he was so angry that he secretly decided to deal with these kids when he got back.

As a result, his apprentices kowtowed to him one by one, saying that they were stupid and could not learn anything, so they were ready to go back to their hometown.

The young masters were satisfied with the cooking cakes that night, and of course the reward was generous. The primary school apprentice received so much money, and everyone was not really stupid. Anyway, after following Zhou Youdao, he was beaten and scolded every day, and he couldn't learn anything. It would be better to find another person.
Chapter completed!