"Aunt Liang, I'm late, is there any left?"

After Li Jianhong ran into Feng Qianguan, he went straight to the front desk. After buying soup dumplings for a few days, he knew the cashier auntie by heart.

"There are some leftovers." Liang Hui said, "We have a new dish today, and we have prepared a lot!"

Li Jianhong immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

This restaurant has literally saved his life, since his wife, who couldn't eat because of pregnancy, can eat food since he stumbled into this restaurant that day!

It is inconvenient for his wife to travel. In order to maintain his wife's nutrition, Li Jianhong would come to pack something and go home every night.

But this day, his car broke down halfway, and it was almost nine o'clock when he arrived.

"New dishes?" Li Jianhong looked to the side and saw the new wooden sign, "Wonton noodles?"

"Yeah. The response is very good. Mr. Li, do you want to try it?" Liang Hui said, "However, the wonton noodles can only be eaten on the spot, and the packed box will take two days to prepare."

Li Jianhong was in a hurry to go home, so he said, "Two small steamed buns each, let's try the wonton noodles next time!"

Pausing for two seconds, he said again: "In two days, is it the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"

He was also worried that his wife would eat the same thing every night, and it would be too monotonous. It would be good to have more varieties, and he himself wanted to eat it very much.

"The day after tomorrow." Jiang Ci came out of the back kitchen and answered.

"Okay, okay." Li Jianhong was full of joy.

Three minutes later, Li Jianhong's steamed buns were packed, and after sending him off, there were very few customers left in the shop.

To be precise, there were only Song Xinyu brother and sister left.

"My hands are itchy today, so I made a few more shortbreads, just come and try them," Jiang Ci said.

"Shortbread?!" Song Feihang was pleasantly surprised.

He didn't know if he was in the favor of his sister, or because Boss Jiang was in a good mood today. When he just ate wonton noodles, Jiang Ci told them that they could stay and try the dishes.

"Well, golden jujube paste crisp."

Jiang Ci greeted Liang Hui to sit down together, walked into the back kitchen, and came out with a tray after a while.

There was a faint, steamy aroma in the air, the aroma of roasted flour.

The appetite was aroused all of a sudden, and the people sitting at the dining table stretched their necks, their eyes following her tray.

Jiang Ci put the tray on the table, and the glazed chandelier cast a yellowish light. On the baking tray, delicate snacks were arranged neatly, looking cute and cute.

These are some round shortbread, less than half the size of a palm, with a semicircle raised above the shortbread, the skin is oily and golden, and a few small black sesame seeds are dotted on it.

Song Xinyu swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

She loves desserts and prefers pretty ones.

Just seeing the skin, she could already imagine the crispy texture.

Sniffing carefully, in addition to the aroma of hot shortbread, she also smelled a hint of sweetness mixed with it, as well as a very fragrant scent of osmanthus.

Song Xinyu took a deep breath, before Jiang Ci greeted her, she stretched out her claws uncontrollably.

"Be careful it's hot." Jiang Ci said.

Song Xinyu shivered, retracted her hand, and blew on the finger that just touched the shortbread.

The temperature of the freshly baked dim sum was quite high, and the others except Jiang Ci could only sit on pins and needles and wait.Song Feihang shook his legs frantically: "This smells too good."

Liang Hui suddenly realized: "It turns out that this is what you made, boss."

"Will this dim sum be sold in the store?" Song Xinyu was concerned about this.

"Jinsi jujube paste takes a lot of effort. If you want to sell dim sum, you may make some relatively simple ones first." Jiang Ci said honestly.

As soon as she said this, the eyes of several people staring at the Jinsi Jujube Paste became greener.

Like a wolf that has been hungry for days under the moonlit night.

They waited absent-mindedly, and after a while, they endured the heat and stretched out their hands to squeeze the shortbread. Then, holding the shortbread underneath with one hand, they stuffed the shortbread into their mouths with fascination.

Bite down.

The puff pastry is easily crushed, and the sound of layers of puff pastry breaking can be imagined in my mind. Under the moisture of lard and water, the puff pastry is not dry and astringent, but extremely dry and delicious.Aromatic...

Going in, the tongue tasted sweet jujube paste. The jujube paste is made of high-quality golden shredded jujube and brown sugar. It is sweet but not greasy.pen...

Jiang Ci also took off her gloves and tasted the jujube paste cake she made this time.

This is one of her favorite sweet snacks. Golden shredded jujubes are boiled and crushed, mixed with brown sugar and candied osmanthus, and slowly fried to make jujube paste.Top with sesame seeds and place in the oven.

The next step is to wait for the wonderful changes in the food under the effect of temperature: layers of puff pastry crisp up, jujube paste and sweet-scented osmanthus brown sugar blend into one, soft and sweet, and sesame seeds and flour emit a roasted aroma...

In her previous life, Jiang Ci used an oven to make shortbread. After coming to this world, it was the first time she came into contact with an oven. She only mastered the heat after several experiments a few days ago.

The heating method of the oven is slightly different from the fire, but the heat is more stable, and the effect of jujube paste cakes is not bad.

Just the right amount of sweetness spread in her mouth, Jiang Ci narrowed her eyes slightly, and nodded slightly. This was her expression of satisfaction.

The other three are crazy!

Song Xinyu ate hard.

Song Feihang clicked his tongue in shock.

Because of his work, he once wrote a thousand-word rainbow fart with pictures and texts for a popular online celebrity shop with high prices.

But now, instant kill!

The fresh and sweet jujube paste filling, the layers of crispy pastry with incredible rich taste, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus make him sweet from the inside out...

Even, it seems that the whole person has become a girl.

...

Wang Hong stood on the sidewalk, staring at the location sent by Song Tianhang, and hesitantly looked at the small shop in front of him.

This is the shop that can make Song Feihang think about it and abandon his brother?

In fact, the decoration of Fengqianfang is already very good compared to small shops of the same level.However, Wang Hong was used to high-end restaurants, so he was not used to this small street shop at first sight.

"Fatty, is this here?" Brother Jie also arrived at this time, "Where is Lao Song?"

"That's right, it says Feng Qianguan." Wang Hong looked suspiciously at the signboard, "Lao Song is working overtime today. I didn't call him. Let's check the situation first. If it doesn't taste good, we will mock him later."

"Okay." Everyone was very interested in mocking brothers.

However, when the two walked into the store...

"Damn, it smells so good!" Wang Hong was shocked.

"Isn't there something in it? It's like a coffee shop wants to put beans." Brother Jie looked suspiciously.

It was already past eight o'clock, and there were not many diners sitting in the shop, but everyone was eating quietly. Wang Hong glanced around and found that the dishes were very simple, only soup-filled steamed buns and wonton noodles.

This should be the soup dumpling that Lao Song said.

"You two, what do you want to eat?" Jiang Ci greeted after coming out of the back kitchen just after a round of work.

In order to meet the hygienic standards, she has coiled up her long black hair today, with a delicate jaw line and a slender neck.

"...!" The two people who entered the store repeated Song Feihang's reaction on the first day: from being careless, to bewildered, and then to be cautious.

After a pause of two seconds, Wang Hong opened his mouth dryly: "I want... that... two small steamed buns with crab powder stuffing and shepherd's purse fresh meat. Eat here."

Jiang Ci smiled: "Okay."

After Jiang Ci left, Wang Hong gasped and found a seat to sit down: "Lao Song didn't come here to eat because of the shop owner, did he?"

Brother Jie thought it might be, but he was a little skeptical: "But he brings his sister here every time, as if he really came to eat."

The two were puzzled.

But after a few minutes they figured it out.

The warm and mellow soup bursts in the mouth, the meat filling is smooth, mixed with the refreshingness of rice vinegar, the crab powder and shepherd's purse fully demonstrate the unique fresh taste...

Wang Hong almost burst into tears when looking at Guantang Xiaolong, and sincerely admitted his mistake: "I am superficial! My God, I never thought that Guantang Xiaolong could be so delicious."

"I just ate the steamed buns from Jiang's Jixianglou two days ago. They are delicious, but there is a big difference between them! What restaurant in City A can make better food than Jixianglou?"

"I heard that the boss is also surnamed Jiang? Is it..."

Both are surnamed Jiang, and they both cook delicious food. Wang Hong had an instant association.

Brother Jie: "Shouldn't it be the Jiang family? The Jiang family has opened so many restaurants, so it wouldn't be possible to open such a small shop."

Wang Hong changed his mind: "That's true."

...

After Song Feihang finished working overtime, he looked at the time, it was past nine o'clock.

Song Xinyu had already gone home to do her homework, now she is rushing to Feng Qianguan, Boss Jiang should have closed the shop too.

But at this point in time, it is estimated that his brothers are still having night shows.

Song Feihang thought of his brother after a long absence, and made a call: "Wang Hong, what are you doing?"

The other side let out a "huh", as if something was stuffed in his mouth.

Song Feihang didn't pay attention, and continued: "Playing ball? Singing K? I finished overtime, and you are still in the bowling alley. I will go find you."

Wang Hong chewed the food in his mouth with difficulty, and swallowed it: "Lao Song, brother Jie and I are in Feng Qianguan. You are so awesome, you actually found this store!"

"You are here!" Song Feihang's eyes lit up, "Tell me and Boss Jiang, if there is any left, leave a copy and I will get it now."

Wang Hong originally wanted to express his inner feelings with Song Feihang, but when he heard it, his words stopped suddenly.

He is a person who can't hide things. He is always a thief with a guilty conscience, so he always fails to do it.

Wang Hong: "That... Boss Jiang said that today's steamed buns are sold out."

Wang Hong's eyes wandered as he stared at the last few soup dumplings he had packed home.

Song Feihang: "You didn't even ask how you knew it was sold out?"

"I asked a few minutes ago!" Wang Hong bit his lip.

Song Feihang knew that he had a ghost in his heart, and snorted coldly: "Is it brother?"

"Uh..." Wang Hong responded silently.

Song Feihang: "Damn, are you really hesitant?"