Seeing four small cups coming up, the old diners on both tables put down their chopsticks and turned their heads to look at Meng Shitong's table, as if they were looking forward to something?

Feng Ruoruo found that his grandparents and grandparents were watching, and couldn't help but feel very strange. He looked at the table over there and asked the uncles and aunts quietly about Grandma Liu's nearest.

"Grandma Liu, what are you all looking at?"

Old Mrs. Liu reached out and hugged Feng Ruoruo in her arms, and said to the little girl softly: "Grandpa and grandma are watching, what kind of expression will the uncles and aunts take off the lid?"

Feng Ruoruo became even more strange: "What kind of expression would it be? Why do you need to look at their expressions?"

Old Mrs. Liu gently tidied the little girl's hair and said, "Don't worry, I'll see it soon, it's very interesting."

Meng Shitong looked at the small bowl in front of her and had to say that she had such a delicate small bowl serving dish. This was the first time she had met, especially in such a small restaurant with a low appearance.

Before uncovering the lid, Meng Shitong unexpectedly glanced behind her and saw that the two tables of old people were looking at her.

From the two old people's expectations and a confident smile, Meng Shitong vaguely read a little unusual charm.

Meng Shitong stared at the small bowl in front of her again, and couldn't help but think: Are the dishes here really different?

Thinking of this, Meng Shitong and her friends reached out and gently uncovered the lid of the small cup in front of them.

The moment the lid was opened, of course there was no golden light that soared into the sky, and it was impossible for a snow-white lion to really pop out.

In the small cup, a rippling of blue smoke rose and wafted into everyone's nose with the fragrance.

As far as the eyes were concerned, green leaves, small red flowers, and a large snow-white meatball. Finally, they were separated by the meatballs, two distinct two-color soups.

Is it beautiful? The color combination is indeed very good. Although it is not amazing, it has a unique charm.

When Meng Shitong looked carefully, her companion next to her couldn't help but mutter: "It doesn't look very novel, just this one costs 60?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Zhang said bluntly: "You can eat 60, it's a blessing. If you can eat it for a day, you may not be able to eat it."

Old Mrs. Liu waved her hand and said, "Old Zhang, this is wrong. It's not difficult to buy fish now. It's just that wild ones are rare. I just don't know if Yifan, the smell will be bad without the wild ones?"

Old Zhang immediately said, "It will naturally be different. Anyway, I think this dish is definitely worth 60."

The companions around Meng Shitong, heard from the old people over there, that they also looked dissatisfied with their backs.

Meng Shitong smiled at her companion when she saw it: "Okay, let's try it. The boss's lion head is indeed a bit unique. Maybe these two colors of soup have a different world?"

After saying that, Meng Shitong no longer hesitated. She picked up the spoon of the small cup, gently cut into the white lion's head, and dug out a piece with the golden soup and put it in the mouth.

My friends at the desk also dug up one piece and put it in the import.

After a brief silence, Meng Shitong and her friends suddenly widened their eyes, each with an incredible expression on their faces, and also revealed a stunning look.

Afterwards, the few people didn't stop at all, and just ate the lion's head in the small cup one spoon at a time.

At the end of the meal, I didn't want to waste even a drop of soup. I picked up the small cup and ate the soup inside.

Feng Ruoruo stared at the uncles and aunts, watching them eat them all voraciously, and even couldn't let go of the last drop of soup inside. The little girl widened her eyes incredibly.

Then the little girl turned her head and looked at her grandparents beside her, and found that everyone had the right expression on her face.

Grandma Liu whispered to the stunned Feng Ruoruo: "Ruoruo saw it, are those uncles and aunts' expressions very interesting?"

Children Feng Ruoruo looked carefully and asked in a low voice: "Grandma Liu, they ate that so clean, and they didn't need dad and mom to wash it."

The little girl's words first made everyone stunned, and then the old diners on both tables couldn't help laughing.

Amid the laughter of old diners, Meng Shitong and the others took a look at the small bowl, and they were all eaten very cleanly.

Thinking of the little girl's words again, the group of people felt ashamed instantly.

Meng Shitong quickly calmed down, turned her head to look at the old man at the two tables, stood up and asked respectfully: "Old man, why does this lion's head smell like this..."

For a moment, thinking about the smell of the lion's head made Meng Shitong a little exhausted and didn't know how to describe it?

Old Zhang smiled and said, "Why is it so delicious, right?"

Meng Shitong could only nod: "It's really delicious."

Old Mrs. Liu asked, "Then you eat it, what is the lion's head made of?"

"What are you doing?" Meng Shitong turned around and looked at her friend, and found that everyone was confused. She really didn't find any ingredients.

Old Zhang shook his head and said, "It's so idle, I haven't tasted it. I've fed ginseng fruit to Zhu Bajie."

When Feng Ruoruo heard Grandpa Zhang's words, the little girl immediately said, "Grandpa Zhang is not allowed to scold people. Auntie is so beautiful, why is it Zhu Bajie?"

Originally, Lao Zhang's words made Meng Shitong and others a little unhappy, but when Feng Ruoruo came forward and said that, he immediately felt that it was nothing. The way everyone eats ginseng fruit just now is indeed not better than Zhu Bajie.

Old Mrs. Liu smiled and said, "We are right. We are all civilized people and we are not allowed to scold people.

In fact, the lion head is made of stewed fish paste and tofu. The key is to stewed the tofu stewed fish lion head soup, and the golden and white soup you eat to set off the deliciousness of the fish."

After listening to the old diners' introduction, Meng Shitong and the others realized that a dish was so particular.

Looking back at the way this dish looked when it came, it really performed well in all the "color, fragrance, flavor, meaning, shape". Looking back now, it is really worth it to sell for 60 yuan.

Lao Zhang added at the end: "The one you eat today is made of wild fish, and it needs to be fresher. If you want to eat it next time, it depends on whether the boss in the kitchen can buy it."

After watching for so long and listening for so long, the two tables of guests next to him could not help but start yelling.

"Boss, we also want to order the lion head they eat."

"Boss, let's order one too."

Hearing the guests at both tables yelling, Feng Ruoruo stood up from Grandma Liu's arms and said, "No, Dad said, there are only the last four left, and they will be eaten by these uncles and aunts."

The little girl's words made Meng Shitong and the others feel a little proud. The other two guests were a little regretful and they were unable to act decisively.

However, soon a "roaring eel paste" came from another table, which opened the eyes of the next table.

Especially Feng Yifan pushed a small can of hot oil and poured oil on the table in front of him. With a "squeak" sound, the smell was so tempting.

Meng Shitong couldn't help but exclaim: "This shop's rosive oil eel is so authentic, rosive oil and rosive oil. It's the sixth smell outside of the legendary 'color, fragrance, taste, meaning and shape'."

The old diners looked at each other, and Lao Zhang praised Meng Shitong: "I can't tell that you are not old and you know how to eat."

Next, several tables of dishes came up one after another. It can be said that each dish was truly amazing from the shape to the taste, and the taste was so delicious that every diner wanted to lick the head of the plate.

The food in the small restaurant is full of fragrance, and although the business is not very popular, every diner comes out with a satisfied smile on his face.

Children Feng Ruoruo were very happy. She didn’t know whether the business was popular or not. She only knew that there were many more customers coming today. Grandpa’s small restaurant was very lively, and everyone had a happy meal for dad.

In this case, as long as the father doesn’t leave, Feng Ruoruo can call him “Dad” in the future.
Chapter completed!