At around four o'clock in the morning, the entire Xiucheng was shrouded in darkness, with stars in the sky, and below is the quiet and peaceful Jiangnan water town.

The subtle morning breeze swept the fragrance of osmanthus into the carved gauze window. Xu Wangshan in the tent, Lin Wanyin and his wife were still sleeping soundly, but the big rooster in the yard shook their bright feathers and raised their necks to sing. The four-foot-square bamboo cage could imprison the chicken body and could not hold back the ambition to awaken the city.

The cock crowed into his ears, Lin Wanyin wrapped herself in the quilt and shrank into the bed, her black hair was messy, revealing half of her beautiful face.

Xu Wangshan yawned beside him and sat up slowly. The shopkeeper, who was nearly 40 years old, had a fat belly and his arms were still thick and strong.

"Are you getting up?" Lin Wanyin closed her eyes and turned her head towards her husband. Her gentle voice could not hide her strong sleepiness.

Xu Wangshan helped her cover her quilt and said with a smile: "You have forgotten to teach me this morning to make Qianlong soup dumplings?"

Lin Wanyin suddenly realized and thought of her pity for the second brother who resisted learning to cook, and felt sad for a while.

The man put on a short trousers and jacket, washed his face and rinsed his mouth, and went to the backyard to call his daughter with his bare arms. The master had already gotten up, and the big rooster in the yard was no longer noisy, and it was so quiet inside and out, but Lin Wanyin could no longer sleep. After lying on his back for a while, he suddenly pulled up the quilt to block his face and blocked his soft sobs.

The people of Xiucheng are delicious and are better at cooking. Looking at the city, there are many restaurants in the streets and alleys. The new and old ones and two floors have their own signature dishes. Among them, the old brand Xu Qingtang is the most famous. Xu Qingtang has been passed down for more than 300 years, and its business has been ups and downs. In the hands of her husband Xu Wangshan, the reputation of the restaurant has returned to its peak.

Xu Wangshan is the best chef in Xiucheng. His first hand Xu family knife is amazing. Since he won the first prize in Xiucheng Chef God Competition at the age of 18, the title of "Chef God" has never been stolen by other companies in the subsequent 20 consecutive years of competitions.

Lin Wanyin met Xu Wangshan when she became famous. At that time, she was the lady of the magistrate's family and was spoiled. Xu Wangshan was just a cook full of smoke. Twenty years passed, the emperor was gone, and the magistrate was gone, and everything around her changed drastically. Xu Wangshan became the shopkeeper Xu who everyone admired in Xiucheng. However, she was the broom star in the mouth of her mother-in-law who caused the Xu family to be completely defeated. She had three daughters and had no son. If the eldest daughter Qingxi had made a marriage with the eldest son of the Gu family in Hangzhou early, she would have been more ugly when she was exposed to her daughter.

A faint noise came from the backyard, and Lin Wanyin wiped away her tears and sighed.

She really wanted to give birth to a son for the Xu family, but she didn't fight for her. Since her husband was unwilling to accept the young man and decided to let the second brother learn his skills and support his family in the future, she could only feel wronged by the girl.

In the backyard, Xu Wangshan stepped into the moon door with his hands on his back, glanced over the boudoir of the eldest daughter Qingxi, and then walked directly to the east wing of the second son Yuxi, knocked on the door and shouted: "Yuxi, get up."

The master and servant inside slept soundly without any echo. Instead, they went to the room and the light suddenly turned on.

"Miss, did I order too quickly?" The maid Cuicui stood in front of the kerosene lamp and said to the bed in annoyance.

Qingxi laughed: "I've just clicked it, go and get the water."

Cuicui yelled and picked up the copper basin and went out.

Qingxi sat in front of the dressing table, picked up the cow horns and slowly combed her long hair. Through the window, she heard that her sister was finally woken up by her father and muttered not to learn. She was full of spoilage. Qingxi wanted to laugh and had a headache for her father. Why didn't her sister like cooking? The Xu family's ancestors have been cooking for generations, and they have inherited hundreds of years of craftsmanship. It is not inferior to the antiques of the previous dynasties. If my father was willing to teach her...

The movement of combing his hair became slower and slower. Looking at himself in the mirror, Qingxi lowered his eyes in the lost face.

A few days ago, I wrote a letter from Hangzhou that the old lady of the Gu family was about to celebrate her fifty-fifth birthday and invited her family to visit. My grandmother was happier. She usually couldn't bear to spend a dime on their sisters, and she held it firmly. This time she made an exception and hired a female seamstress and ordered two cheongsams and two sets of shirts for her in one go, so she kept them for the Gu family to wear.

She is about to leave tomorrow. She lives in Gu's family for five days, but Qingxi doesn't want to leave at all. She just wants to stay in Xiucheng to watch her father participate in the annual chef competition, rather than to face the baby's fiancé in Hangzhou. Last time, Gu Mingyan came to his house to deliver a festive gift, Qingxi hid behind the curtain and watched it secretly. Gu Mingyan was handsome and had a cold expression and a little arrogant. Now that she has been eating foreign ink outside for three years, she may look down on small families even more?

"Miss, wipe your face." Cuicui went back and handed over the twisted towel.

Qingxi came back to his senses, wiped his face and applied cream, and went outside to see his father.

"Dad."

Xu Wangshan was sitting on the steps, facing the door of the second child's house. When he heard the cute name, Xu Wangshan smiled and turned around. He saw the eldest son leading the maid slowly towards him. There were lanterns hanging under the eaves of the corridor, and Qingxi was wearing a light green shirt of 70% new, with a long lotus-green dress below, which stood graceful and graceful, like a lotus flower.

"Come here to accompany my sister again?" Xu Wangshan asked deliberately squinted his eyes.

Qingxi shook her head and said sweetly: "I'll help my dad pick crab meat."

What can Xu Wangshan say? The boss clearly remembered what he told the second child at the dinner table last night, and he would like to get up early and watch the fun.

After moving his eyes, Xu Wangshan pinched his forehead hard as he looked at the dick reflected on the window.

In terms of appearance, the eldest daughter Qingxi is the most like his wife. She has an oval face, bamboo leaves and eyebrows, and a watery almond eyes and tender cherry mouth. None of them is not beautiful, which makes him feel in his heart. He is a rough man. As early as when he got married, Xu Wangshan thought that as long as he had a daughter, he would raise him according to his wife's appearance, teach his daughter to study, poetry, learn piano and draw, and how can the lady from a family come to do a rough job.

He raised this way, and Qingxi did not disappoint his expectations. He was already very sensible when he was five or six years old, and he was a ladylike lady walking, sitting and standing. His daughter looked good and had good fortune. When the family of three went on a trip, he accidentally saved the wealthy businessman Gu Shiqin. He was a righteous move, but Gu Shiqin insisted on repaying him. He thought money was a common thing, so he proposed to marry a baby.

The Gu family is a famous wealthy family in Jiangnan. Gu Mingyan has a lingering orchid and elegant tree. Xu Wangshan agreed without hesitation, and since then he became more and more charming in Qingxi.

Xu Wangshan believed that he was fair and treated his daughters equally. The eldest son was spoiled and the second son was like a baby, just waiting to have a son and practice hard. Unfortunately, the third son, who was full of high expectations, was still a daughter. Xu Wangshan completely cut off his thoughts of having a son and began to teach the second son's cooking skills.

The second child was not convinced and cried and asked why she was forced to study.

Xu Wangshan has no choice. The boss has replied. The third child is just born. Who will he choose if he doesn’t choose the second child?

He was very cautious and the second brother couldn't listen and got angry. If it were his son, Xu Wangshan would have beaten him, but he was a girl who was spoiled by him. He and his wife couldn't coax him well. The eldest brother was a sensible and good sister and promised to study with his sister. The second brother had a companion and was willing to practice well.

Xu Wangshan was not willing to let the boss who was destined to marry into a wealthy family do rough work? Therefore, the boss was only allowed to listen and not ask her to cook fire, wash vegetables and use a knife. However, after three years, Xu Wangshan unexpectedly discovered that the boss Qingxi was very talented in cooking. Whether it was home-cooked side dishes or dozens of major dishes, he only taught them once, and the boss could remember each step. On the other hand, Eryat may be too young to be too busy to learn, and he did not do anything well.

Sometimes Xu Wangshan couldn't help but think, how good is the temper of his two daughters?

But it’s useless to think about it madly. The eldest is the eldest, and the second is the second, so I can’t change it.

Ten minutes later, Qingxi and Yuxi followed their father into the kitchen. Yuxi was only nine years old, leaning on her head against her sister, covering her mouth with her little hands, and yawning constantly.

"Do you love eating Qianlong soup buns?" Xu Wangshan stared at his second son and asked.

"I love to eat, I love to eat the most." Yuxi nodded repeatedly, smiled with a slutty face, and her rosy face was also full of baby fat.

Yuxi doesn’t like cooking, but she likes to eat it. The soup buns made by her father are the most delicious. The pork and the delicious crab meat and crab roe are mixed with ingredients. They are wrapped in thin dough and put them in a steamer to steam them over high heat. The soup buns that come out of the pot have thirty-three folds on the thin skin, which are as thin as chrysanthemums, with a little crab roe exposed in the middle. It is the chrysanthemum yellow crab fat. Take a bite and it is full of soup...

Oh, Yuxi's saliva is about to flow out.

Qingxi touched her sister's head.

Yuxi quickly stood up.

When he was ready, Xu Wangshan took his daughters to a bucket, bent down and squatted down, and pinched out a fat crab: "Remember, to make Qianlong soup buns, you have to use more than two taels of Yangtze River mitten crabs, and they must also be female crabs, otherwise the taste will not be enough."

The big crab was swaying, and Yuxi shrank toward her sister with a white face. Although Qingxi liked to cook, under the strict care and supervision of her father, she was fifteen years old and had never slaughtered chickens and ducks, and had not caught shrimps and crabs, and even had only touched a kitchen knife a few times. Facing the fierce-looking live crab, Qingxi couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Xu Wangshan wanted to cry sadly. If he had known this day, his daughter would have been raised as a son when she was born. What's the use of a lady from a family?

He thought so ruthlessly that Xu Wangshan couldn't bear to force two babies to catch crabs. He gritted his teeth and steamed the crabs.

The rolled dough is lighter. Qingxi wanted to try it, but Xu Wangshan nodded.

Xu Wangshan personally demonstrated it. Qingxi rolled out a thin skin that could be blown up at one time. As for Yuxi's dough, Xu Wangshan weighed it and felt that the soup bun made of this skin might not be able to be pierced. It was the turn of the soup bun. Qingxi looked at his father's hand with all his concentration, and then successfully pinched out thirty-three folds. However, there was room for improvement in the beauty of the soup bun. Yuxi tried several times, either pinching the skin or not enough folds, and failed in one success.

"I'll spare you today. When I finish the competition, I will stare at you every day and I won't be able to squeeze out my skin. I'm not allowed to go out if I can't squeeze it out."

It was dawn and early education was over. Xu Wangshan stared at Yuxi fiercely and threatened.

"I'll go find my mother!" Yuxi ran away angrily.

Qingxi was about to leave too. When he saw his daughter's old clothes, Xu Wangshan suddenly remembered an important thing and handed it over to the mother-in-law. He took his daughter to the study room, took out the five hundred yuan prepared in advance from the drawer, and whispered: "If you go there, the sisters of the Gu family will definitely take you out to play. Hangzhou has many foreign things and is expensive. Take more. If you see what you like, just buy it. Don't let others look down on it."

The old lady of the Xu family manages the accounts. In addition to the things her elders help to buy, Qingxi only has five yuan in pocket money every month, which is basically enough in Xiucheng. She never gets more than five hundred yuan in one breath in her life.

"I saved more than 100 yuan from there, so my dad doesn't need to give it to me." Qingxi refused to accept it, fearing that he would feel sorry for losing it, and also fearing that his grandmother would find out and scold his father.

"Please keep it, go out and have money to be confident." Xu Wangshan forced the money to his daughter.

The man had just come out of the kitchen, and most of the smoke and oil were irresistible to others. Qingxi grew up by smelling this smell and felt it was friendly.

"Dad, I don't want to marry into the Gu family." Qingxi said with red eyes buried in his father's arms.

She knew that her father was most worried about the restaurant inheritance, and she also knew that she was more suitable for that position than her sister. She wanted to help her father relieve her worries.

"Just say stupid things, our Qingxi family is going to be a young grandma. Well, it's time to have a meal, Qingxi and his father come over."

Xu Wangshan patted his daughter's shoulder, his big hand slid down, and he measured his daughter's arm intentionally or unintentionally.

He can pinch his slender little arms with one hand. It’s okay to do exquisite work. I really act as a chef. Can he swing a kitchen knife?
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