The little sister of Yaowang Valley traveled to the modern era and was busy farming

Chapter 111 Improving Taste

Tang Qiu ate the dishes cooked by Fu Lei's father, and they tasted good. However, Fu Lei scratched his head and said to Tang Qiu: "Qiuqiu, you cook delicious food, can you see if my father's dishes can be improved?"

Unexpectedly, Fu Lei's father happened to come over with some dishes. After hearing this, he couldn't help but said, "Hey, kid, the dishes I cook are among the best here. Why do they sound so bad in your mouth?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but twist his ear. Fu Lei dodged while shouting, "Dad, humility makes people progress! Isn't this what you taught me? Besides, Qiuqiu's cooking is better than yours! The pickled radish that others make is better than your rice!"

Fu Lei's father paused and said, "Are you saying that this little girl is the one who pickled the radish for you?"

Fu Lei nodded seriously: "Yes!"

Fu Lei's father immediately put on a smiling face and looked at Tang Qiu: "Well, I'm sorry, little master, do you think there is any possibility for my dish to improve?"

All of a sudden the whole audience burst into laughter.

This is also the reason why everyone likes to come to Fu Lei's home to show their support, because Fu Lei's personality is the same as his father's, easy-going, likes to joke, and doesn't put on airs. Fu Lei's mother is also a very gentle person.

When Tang Qiu heard the question, he was amused by the father and son and tried their signature dish, spicy beef, again.

"The taste is actually quite good, but it's a bit too pungent. After eating it, I'm afraid no one will dare to try it a second time for a long time."

Everyone nodded seriously: "Yes, Fu Lei's father's spicy beef is absolutely unique, but if you dare to eat it a second time within a week, you will definitely get a sore throat."

"Yes, I love spicy beef the most, but my butt doesn't like it. Every time I eat it, my hemorrhoids get worse."

For a moment, everyone couldn't stop laughing.

Fu Lei's father was a little anxious: "But the most important thing about this spicy beef is that it is spicy, pungent, and fragrant. If you don't do it this way, the taste will be less and more."

Tang Qiu looked at it and asked: "Do you have paper and pen here?"

Fu Lei's mother hurriedly took the menu notebook from her hand. Tang Qiu wrote a recipe on it.

"You can make this into a seasoning packet. Your spicy beef should have been made with broth. Next time, put this seasoning packet in the pot of broth. One seasoning packet for a large pot of broth is enough. Just pour out the ingredients with the residue at the bottom of the pot."

Fu Lei's father looked at the materials in his hand and said, "These are all ingredients."

Tang Qiu smiled: "Of course, I haven't started learning Chinese medicine yet, so I won't prescribe you any medicine. Besides, your store receives a lot of people every day, so the ingredients are naturally safer."

Fu Lei's father was a little skeptical about this. He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll try it next time."

But Fu Lei kept this in mind, thinking that he must give it a try. Although Tang Qiu only taught one dish, if a restaurant has a good signature dish, it can really bring in many repeat customers. It is also the most advantageous trump card for a store to operate for a long time.

He was raised by his parents who ran a shop since he was a child, so he didn't think it was shameful for his father to do this job. On the contrary, he got to know many teachers in the school and they gave him the green light for his studies. This was a benefit that other students couldn't even think of, so why should he be unsatisfied?