Chapter 36 Familiar aroma

Seeing that Wen Shizhang was in a bad mood, the butler did not dare to ask more questions. He bowed and left.

Wen Shizhang was restless and kept pacing around the room.

At this moment, a fragrance suddenly came from outside the window, rich and mellow.

The familiar fragrance made Wen Shizhang overjoyed. He pushed the door open in panic and ran over quickly following the smell.

When the housekeeper saw the master suddenly run out the door, he didn't know why and had to follow him closely.

The aroma got closer and the taste became more charming. The strong and complex fragrance dissipated in the air and went straight into the nose as if it had consciousness.

What appeared in front of me was a small wooden house, which was where the servants usually rested and ate.

Unlike the governor, they were not fortunate enough to share Mr. Chang's cooking skills on weekdays. At most, they could help the chefs in the kitchen cook some big pot meals, and they just wanted to be full.

If you want to eat well, you have to spend money to go to restaurants outside.

Every morning we have steamed buns, porridge and pickles. Regardless of how they taste, at least there is enough food.

I don’t know what happened this morning, but the aroma coming from the kitchen was so tempting that just smelling it made my mouth water and my stomach growl like thunder.

Everyone rushed out of the room almost at the same time, pushing and shoving each other into the wooden house, waiting for dinner.

This small room was packed with people, and many people who arrived late had to queue outside.

They all held a bowl and stood on tiptoe, hoping that the people inside would finish eating quickly so that it would be their turn.

Wen Shizhang sniffed it carefully again and confirmed that the smell was coming from the room. He was very curious.

Who was cooking in there, and why was the smell so similar to what he had smelled before?

He walked up, patted the person in line on the shoulder, and asked, "Little brother, who is the person cooking inside?"

The person in front turned around impatiently and saw that the person in front of him was the governor, so he quickly saluted and greeted him.

Wen Shizhang helped him up and said, "No need to bow. I am not the governor now. I am just an ordinary guest."

The servant then stood up straight and answered, "I don't know much about the person who cooked the food. I heard that he is a relative of Lao Zhao and wanted to come to the Governor's Mansion to find a job as a handyman. He said he knew a little bit of cooking, so the kitchen staff arranged for him to be in charge of our morning meals."

Because of Mr. Chang's relationship, the kitchen helpers in the Governor's Mansion have a very high status. Unlike ordinary servants, their daily job is to serve the Governor's meals, and cooking for other servants is just a side job.

No one wanted to cook for the servants, so they had to work in shifts, with whoever's turn it was to do it.

Cooking in the morning is the hardest, and you have to start preparing in the middle of the night. Who doesn't want to have a good sleep at night and sleep until dawn?

As soon as Lao Zhao's relatives arrived, they took the initiative to ask for breakfast, and the kitchen helper immediately agreed.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s done well or not, as long as it doesn’t kill people.

But no one expected that his cooking skills would be so superb.

After they chatted for a while, they saw that the first group of people who had grabbed a seat had finished their meal and were walking out of the house with smiles on their faces.

As soon as they came out, people around them started asking questions one after another.

"what about the taste?"

"What's the dish? Why does it smell so good?"

"Is there enough food? Will there be no more when it's our turn?"

"How long will it take for the people inside to finish eating? My legs are numb from waiting!"

The man waved his hand and shouted, "Stop arguing. Stop arguing. Speak one by one."

There was silence for a moment, and the person closest to him said, "Let me tell you first, how does it taste? Is it delicious?"

After hearing this, the man immediately frowned.

When the others saw his expression, they felt a sudden pang in their hearts.

It doesn't just smell good, but tastes bad, does it? I think so, how can a chef from outside have such superb skills?

If he had this skill, he wouldn't have to come to the Governor's Mansion to cook for them.

Wouldn't it be better to just open a restaurant outside and earn more money?
The man pondered for a while before speaking: "It's delicious, so delicious! It's indescribably delicious! I don't know how to put it, anyway, it's really delicious!"

"Hey……"

The surroundings suddenly became noisy, and people were very dissatisfied with his pretentiousness.

Someone laughed and scolded: "It's delicious, why are you frowning?"

The man felt wronged and said, "I have racked my brains to tell you in detail how delicious this meal is!"

"Have you figured it out?"

"No."

The man simply said.

"cut……"

The people around started to make a noise, "Get out!"

As he was talking, someone tried to chase him away. The man immediately became anxious: "Listen to me! You have enough food. The young master said you can have as many bowls as you want!"

"it is good!"

There was applause and cheers all around.

"What kind of food is cooked inside?" someone else asked.

"It's noodles, but I've never eaten noodles so delicious! They're so delicious, there's no better noodles in the world!"

Someone argued: "What you said, are the noodles made by Mr. Chang not as delicious as this?"

"Although I have never eaten Mr. Chang's cooking, but in my opinion, it is possible."

"Just blow it."

Although it was noisy outside, it was very quiet inside the cabin.

Everyone was immersed in the enjoyment of the food. The only sounds in the house were the clinking of dishes and chopsticks and the occasional "one more bowl".

Although the supply is unlimited, the human stomach is limited, and people with big appetites are still a minority after all.

Xu Qing knew what was going on.

He used to sell breakfast outside under the banner of limited supply, mainly because he was afraid that people would buy too much and take the leftovers home to give to others. If he dared to supply without limiting the quantity, he would probably not be able to finish the business from dawn to dusk.

People in the Governor's Mansion can only eat as much as they want, and they are not allowed to take any food away.

Although it is said that the supply is unlimited, the quantity is actually not much more.

The reason why he chose to cook in the morning was because making breakfast was very tiring and few people were willing to do it.

Moreover, he can avoid Chang Lin and others early in the morning and avoid being troubled by them.

As for Governor Wen.

Xu Qing believed that the scented alarm clock he had made every morning at a fixed time had successfully helped Governor Wen develop the good habit of getting up early.

The aroma of food would waft into his nose on time, drawing him here.

Soon, another group of people finished their meal, and the people who had been waiting outside for a long time walked in quickly and placed their bowls in front of Xu Qing.

Xu Qing skillfully wielded the spoon and filled a large bowl for each person. The soup, food proportions, and rice quantity were all exactly right for each bowl, even more accurate than what was measured with a scale.

This unique skill made everyone who got the food marvel at it.

(End of this chapter)