Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

The middle-aged man only looked at Huo Yao's eyes and then withdrew his gaze, then turned to Min Yu and smiled and said: "Old Yi learned that you are here, so he came over to take care of him personally. He asked me to tell you that he developed a new A medicated diet just takes a little time. Please wait a little longer."

Hearing the words, Min Yu glanced at Huo Yao.

Huo Yao was right next to him, naturally knowing that Min Yu's eyes were asking questions, and he waved his hand, "I'm not hungry, it doesn't matter if I'm late."

Although the middle-aged man was surprised by the attitude of this young man towards the little girl around him, he didn't dare to ask more, and said intimately, "I'll go and get some snacks before I order a meal."

"So, trouble." Min Yu nodded slightly.

"You are polite."

Immediately, the middle-aged man took Min Yu and Huo Yao into the private room, and then retreated.

"This store mainly focuses on cooking medicinal food. The diners are quite special, and they basically don't accept strange customers." After Min Yu sat down, he introduced to Huo Yao lightly.

"Medicated diet?" Huo Yao's face was a little more interested. "There are not many people who can cook medicated diet now."

Min Yu was a little surprised to hear this sentence from Huo Yao's mouth, "You seem to be familiar with medicated diet?"

Huo Yao shrugged, "Not really, I just saw some in books. After all, most of the things like making medicinal meals were used by the palace in ancient times. It has been used for a long time. Even if the methods have been passed down, they are not very authentic. "

After a pause, "Of course, if it's the kind of medicinal diet handed down from a family, it's a different matter." When he was not careful, Huo Yao slipped a few more words.

Min Yu listened, only pursing his lips and smiling.

At this time, the middle-aged man folded back again, came in with two plates of very delicate pastries in his hands, and placed them on the table of the Eight Immortals.

Huo Yao looked at the two plates of pastries on the table, raised his eyebrows, pointed at one of them, and asked, "This is Xingsu cake, right?"

The middle-aged man looked up at Huo Yao in surprise and nodded, "Yes, it is indeed apricot-su cake. Almonds and fresh su-leaf have the effect of nourishing yin and moisturizing dryness. It is perfect to eat this season."

Huo Yao twisted a piece with her hand, put it in her mouth, and tasted it. There was a surprise in her eyes, "The pastry melts in the mouth, and the combined taste of almonds and fresh sesame leaves is sweet but not astringent, which is good."

The middle-aged man listened and pointed to another plate, "Do you know what kind of cake this is?"

Huo Yao did not answer his question first. Instead, he picked up a piece and took a bite. Then he said: "This is Yulu cake, but it's a pity that Pueraria lobata powder was not baked too dry, which caused the whole pastry to lose its texture and taste. effect."

After only one bite, Huo Yao put the unfinished ones on the table, with a slightly regretful expression.

At this time, the expression of the middle-aged man can no longer be described with surprise. This must be a subtle place that an expert can find, right?

"The girl does research on medicated diet?"

Huo Yao shook his head lazily, "No, it's just that the elders in the family have done it and have eaten it several times."

It's the kind that is forced to taste.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he quickly left the room. When he left, he took away the plate of Yulu cake that was not very good at Huo Yao's comment.

When the middle-aged man walked to the door, he happened to meet Zhuo Yun who had stopped the car and came back. Seeing the cake in his hand, he reached out and took a piece of it and threw it in his mouth.

"This pastry is so delicious." Zhuo Yun praised.

The middle-aged man just glanced at him silently, turned his head and left.

Zhuo Yun: "..."

I always feel that this look is a little weird.