In the steaming room of Xiangqianfang, the heat was rising from the stove, and the delicate pastries became the most lively spectators here. In the venue, Shiwu was controlled by the gray-haired old man, and Ada controlled the old man again. The three of them maintained interesting checks and balances.

"Grandpa, hurry up and put aside the punishment. It's because we are wrong. We haven't paid yet." The weakest party started to smooth things over, "Old man, we have eaten your six pieces of pastry in total. Please tell us a price."

The old man saw Shi Wu take the initiative to ask for peace, and the long cloth bag that was pressed against his throat was taken back by the strange old man with blue light when Shi Wu was talking. The old man took the palm of his hand pinned to Shi Wu's shoulder and said, "Who are you?" He looked at A Da more at A Da, because the blue light on A Da's body was gone, and he had never seen such a strange scene before.

Ada also saw that the old man in front of him did not know martial arts. The pure brute force he pressed on Shi Wu's shoulder just now was just brute force, and there was no trace of internal strength.

Shi Wu rubbed his shoulder and replied, "Old man, we are just guests who come here for their reputation."

The old man snorted, "Then you should go to the counter in the front hall, instead of coming in to the steaming room to steal food!"

Shi Wu hurriedly explained: "We are not considered stealing food. Grandpa A and I planned to finish eating and give you the money. Besides, I just can't stand your Xiangshufang doing things when you meet people, so we honest people should be lined up outside. As long as those high-ranking officials come and say something, they don't have to enter your door. Your people will send what they want to buy directly. I don't want to follow this rule, so I asked Grandpa A to take me in."

"So that's how it is." When the old man heard this, he rubbed Shi Wu with some guilt and said, "Child, I'm sorry, did you hurt you just now?"

Shi Wu smiled and said, "It's okay. But old man, you have too much strength, and it doesn't look like the strength you should have at all."

The old man also smiled and said, "I have to knead noodles every day, and after decades, I have only had this little bit of strength left in my hands."

Shi Wu suddenly realized, "So you are the pastry chef here?"

The old man nodded and said, "Yes. I just blamed you wrongly. If I followed my personality, I might do it like you. Why can those nobles and nobles do not have to queue up and take it when they come and leave when they take it."

Shi Wu said in confusion: "If you think so, why don't you tell your shopkeeper?"

"I said that it was not like this before. The past crispy steak was coming, and people had to queue up to buy it. But since I experienced that incident, it has changed..." When the old man was about to talk about it, the door of the steaming room had been opened.

This time, I walked in. Mr. Hu, who had just sent off the Prince's Mansion and his ranks. The pastries on the counter in front were almost sold. He came over to see how the batches in the steaming room were made. But as soon as he came in, he found that there were two outsiders in the steaming room. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Ada and Shiwu and asked, "How did you come in! Are all the guys at the door blind? No one is allowed to wait for entering the steaming room. Get out quickly!"

At this moment, Ada had already taken back the innate energy and recovered the sin and died, so Manager Hu did not think that the old man and child in front of him were anything special. Moreover, Manager Hu was not a person in the martial arts world. Even if he saw Ada's innate energy, he would not know what it was.

The gray-haired old man shouted: "I think you should get out the most!"

Manager Hu was surprised and said, "Dad, what did you say? If you didn't have your instructions in the steaming room, even the shop's friends would not be able to enter. This is the rule you set. How could the person who should get out of here becomes me?"

When the man who looked like a shopkeeper called the gray-haired old man Dad, Ada and Shiwu all showed surprise.

Mr. Hu said, "You call me dad, but do you treat me, the old man, as a dad? Look at what the fragrant steak outside is like!"

Manager Hu said unfairly: "What do you think! The current Xiangshufang is a masterpiece of Qindu pastry. The business is so good every day that you are in. You don't know how long the queue is. The dignitaries often come to take care of us. Even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just sent someone to buy pastries. What else do you have to do?"

"Then let me ask you, is the Crown Prince's people waiting to buy it outside?" asked Mr. Hu.

Manager Hu sneered and said, "Dad, you are so confused. Can I still let Your Highness the Prince's people wait? I have already delivered the pastries in person. Maybe Your Highness has already eaten the Hoteng pastries you made in the Prince's Mansion."

Mr. Hu knew that Shi Wu had said before was correct. He said angrily: "I, Hu Yuantong, started as an apprentice at the age of ten, and opened the first small storehouse for making pastries at the age of thirty. At that time, the people lined up outside to buy my pastries and pastries. Only then did the money to support you and the two of you continue to expand the storehouses behind until they were made into today's crispy shop. But the crispy shop is getting bigger and bigger, but the rules are getting weirder. The common people outside are still lined up there, but now as long as they are a noble official, you can take it and leave when you take it. You still have to flatter you every time. Is it interesting! We are just selling pastries, why are you doing so many stupid things?"

When Manager Hu saw the old man scolding him in front of two outsiders, he couldn't help but say, "Old man, are you drinking too much today? You are about to live to the end, but I still want to fight. My little boy is getting older and studying in the future. In the future, I have to rely on the relationship I am whispering to the point of being an official in Qindu. Do you think I want to do this? Look at you, you can only make pastries in your life. I don't want to live like you, and I don't want to do things to serve people all your life!"

Hu Yuantong clenched his fist and said angrily: "What's wrong with making pastries? It's embarrassing to make pastries!"

Manager Hu smiled and said, "Yes, are you embarrassed to make pastries? Not embarrassed. But those who make pastries are bullied by those high-ranking officials can only bear it. When those officials are in a good mood, they call you "Shopkeeper Hu". When we are in a bad mood, we are not even a human being! I will always remember that day, when you, the person who makes pastries, was stepped on by someone, and you have to smile and apologize to others."

Hu Yuantong was stunned when he heard this and said, "Son, those unreasonable people will receive you. As long as we work diligently and be honest, we should be honest."

"Tianshou? Others are still doing third-rank official in the court. But I have figured it out now that there is no fairness in the world, and it is right to keep climbing up. As long as my boy is more successful, he will get back from the exam first. Then I will use the connections I have to manage. Even if I offer this scented yard, I will definitely make him become a high-ranking official." Manager Hu said with anticipation.

Hu Yuantong trembled and said, "What did you say! You want to offer the crunchy yard, this is my lifelong hard work! You forgot what you said before, you said you also want to learn to make pastries, and then drive the crunchy yard to various parts of Qin."

"Hmph, before? Old man, Xiangshufang is just a tool I used to make connections with those nobles. Have you ever seen me take a look at your pastry collection?" Seeing that it was like this, Manager Hu simply said everything.

"You!" Hu Yuantong pointed at his son, but couldn't say a word. Finally, he could only sigh, "It's a sin--"

Manager Hu said again: "I'm not afraid to tell you that when your grandson passes the exam, our family will be the best. After all, this fragrant stew is done by the servants, and our family will never touch it again."

Hu Yuantong was gritting his teeth and clenched his fists.

Shi Wu couldn't bear it and said, "Shopkeeper, you're saying this is a bad thing. What does the servant do? These pieces of pastries are the hard work of the old man. No matter how much the pastries are made from kneading dough or how much the filling is mixed, it will take more than ten years or even decades to find out so that you can make such delicious pastries now. You are bullied by officials, and you say that your son can be the best man after passing the exam and can't be angry. Then I ask you, if the emperor bullies you, do you have to gather forces to usurp the throne with more ambitions? Even if you are lucky, you will succeed. After you become the emperor, you will be the best man, but there are immortals in the sky. At that time, you will be scared to kneel down to worship, and you will still be the servant in their eyes."

Manager Hu was speechless by a child like Shi Wu, and asked with a smile: "Then tell me what will happen if you encounter such a thing!"

"What else can I do? Find someone to put a sack on him in private and make a few sticks. It will be comfortable to beat him." Shi Wu said immediately, "Tell me what is the name of the bully old man? Grandpa and I will teach you a lesson!"

Ada didn't say anything beside him, and he turned his head helplessly and thought, "Xiao Wu, why do you take this popular thing by yourself? When you want to take action, you will take care of me."

Seeing Shi Wu speaking in a sensation, Manager Hu looked at him and asked, "Who are you!"

"Why do everyone like to ask who I am?" Shi Wu said helplessly, "I am just a commoner who just queued outside and couldn't stand the behavior of those people in your eyes, and sneaked in and had a meal first."

"After saying so much, it turns out they were two thieves who were stealing food!" After hearing this, Manager Hu turned around and wanted to go out to call someone to catch Shi Wu and Ada. However, Ada's body flashed to Manager Hu like a ghost, and Zhuanzuo even stood at the neck of Manager Hu who was about to go out to call someone.

Mr. Hu had a look of concern in his eyes, for fear that A Dayi would accidentally hurt his son.

Manager Hu saw that Ada was a trainer and guessed that there was a weapon in the long cloth bag in his hand. Manager Hu didn't dare to move forward but said with confidence: "Do you know that this is in Qindu. As long as I yell inside, the guys outside will find the Black Armored Army! No matter who you are, you will be in trouble."

Hu Yuantong, who originally wanted to persuade Ada to let his son go, heard this and said angrily: "They are friends I invited. How can you be afraid of the Black Armored Army?"

When Manager Hu saw that his father was still helping outsiders, he was so angry that he said, "What's wrong with me!"

Hu Yuantong nodded and said, "It's me that I was wrong. It's our Hu family that we can't let you down, so that you are not born in that kind of royal family, and you are wronged."

Manager Hu turned to look at Shi Wu and said, "Little baby, you are still young, and you don't understand many things. When you grow up and know that power is greater than the sky, you will understand that what I said today is correct!"

Shi Wu suddenly felt that this shopkeeper Hu was so similar to himself who was going to go to the world at that time, and his father was like Mr. Hu now.

Manager Hu said to Ada: "Since you are my father's friends, let's eat the pastries he made here. You may not have the chance to eat them in the future."

After saying that, Manager Hu did not look at A Da again, and walked straight around A Da's long cloth bag and walked out.

Seeing that Manager Hu had left like this, Old Master Hu sighed and his face was haggard.

Shi Wu walked to Mr. Hu and said, "Old man, it's okay. At least you have made pastries that a generation likes to eat. My father used to be from Qindu, but later he went elsewhere. But he recorded how delicious the pastries in your crispy house are in the recipe. Grandpa A has also been thinking about your osmanthus crisps for many years."

Mr. Hu said with relief: "Child, thank you."

Shi Wu said again: "Old man, I didn't coax you. We came back from Jin State. We should have had something to do these days. Today, Grandpa, I saw that I wanted to eat the pastries from your Xiangqianfang for a long time, so I brought me here. After eating today, I think Xiangqianfang is really worthy of its name. The pastries you make are really delicious and I like them very much."

Mr. Hu looked at Shi Wu, who really liked his pastries, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to keep eating it in the future?"

Shi Wu replied innocently: "Of course I think about it, but it's a pity that your son and grandson seem to be not here. Actually, I just said that to him, but he really is nothing wrong. Everyone chooses differently. I didn't want to come out and go around the world before, but my father refused to let me learn to be a cook. I was stubborn and refused to accept it. But after they disappeared, I experienced a lot. When I figured out and wanted to be a good cook, I found that I might not have the opportunity. Sometimes people are like this. They don't cherish it when they are by their side, and they regret it when they lose it."

Hu Yuantong saw that this young man, who was only in his teenage years old, could not help but think about what he had experienced. But these had nothing to do with him. He only cared about what Shi Wu said that he would eat his pastries in the future. He took out a yellowed book from his arms and said, "Good boy, this book is a summary of the old man's pastry experience for more than 50 years. The old man can't write, so he asked a good friend of mine to help him write. It records the techniques and ingredients of various pastries and the time required. Among them is the osmanthus crispy you mentioned."

Shi Wu looked at the yellowed book and knew that this was equivalent to Mr. Hu who gave him a crispy yard. Shi Wu did not dare to take it and said, "Mr., this is your lifelong hard work, I can't take it."

Hu Yuantong smiled bitterly and said, "What else can I do if I can? Haven't you heard my son say? He doesn't want to read this book again. Today I'll let me meet you. I think it's God arranged it. Take it, I just ask you not to let this pastry collection down."

After hearing this, Shi Wu solemnly took over: "Mr. Hu, Shi Wu will definitely live up to his responsibilities. If you have the chance in the future, you should carry forward your pastry collection!"

"Okay, okay!" Hu Yuantong said with a smile, as if he had finally found someone to entrust and had a thought.

Shi Wu didn't know if he was doing this right, but when he saw Mr. Hu's gaze, he seemed to see what his father wanted him to inherit the Lintao Pavilion. Shi Wu put the book with the words "Hu's Pastry Collection" in his arms and made this promise.

Hu Yuantong looked at the pastries around him, as if looking at his children. He said, "If you want to eat, go get any one you want, and ask if you have any questions. Although I have any recipes for fillings, I can tell you more carefully now."

Shi Wu took out a rabbit-shaped pastry from a steamer without hesitation and said, "Old Master Hu, what is this called?"

Hu Yuantong looked over and said, "This is called rabbit cake. You need to stuff sesame, date paste and bean paste into small pieces of dough in sections, and then use your skillful hands to pinch the dough into the shape of a rabbit. Don't look at the small rabbit cake, but it is hidden in the world. You can find out if you take one and try it."

Shi Wu had already wanted to try it out because Hu Yuantong said, but he reached out to pick up a piece, but found that it was still very hot. Hu Yuantong had expected to take out a porcelain plate from the side and let Shi Wu put the little rabbit cake on the plate for a while.

Shi Wu smiled and said thank you, then put his scalded hands on his earlobe and covered them. When Hu Yuantong said that it was almost ready to eat, Shi Wu picked up the piece of pink and white little rabbit cake and put it into his mouth.

The first thing Shi Wu bit off was a pair of rabbit ears. The sesame seeds inside overflowed out the instant they bit Shi Wu's teeth, and mixed with the jujube paste in the dough rabbit's head that was bitten afterwards. The bean paste wrapped in the rabbit's body that was bitten open was mixed with the sesame seeds and jujube paste on the front and the fragrant and glutinous dough on the outside, making Shi Wu's taste buds enjoy the wonderful texture layer by layer, giving him a feeling of being surrounded by happiness.

Looking at Shi Wu's surprised and happy expression, Hu Yuantong smiled and said, "How about it, the pastries made by the old man are okay."

Shi Wu raised his thumbs up with both hands and said, "It's not okay! Old man, your pastry is simply amazing!"

Hu Yuantong looked at Shi Wu now, as if he was looking at his son when he had just eaten his pastry at that time. He said with tears in his eyes: "He used to be like you, he cherished the pastries I made very much and was willing to inherit my crispy shop. Alas..."

Shi Wu really wanted to ask which turtle was not doing human affairs, and he was so polite to Mr. Hu at the beginning. But Shi Wu knew that if Mr. Hu didn't take the initiative to talk about this, he would be hard to ask.

Hu Yuantong seemed not to want to mention the past, so he instructed Shi Wu: "Xiao Wu, I just hope you can remember your current love for these pastries, remember those four words, and not forget your original intention."

Shi Wu nodded and said, "Okay! Xiao Wu remembers the old man's teachings."

There was a knock on the door outside the steaming room. Hu Yuantong knew that it was impossible for his son to come now, so he asked, "Who?"

"Old shopkeeper, little Zhang Mu, the shopkeeper asked me to come over to get the pastry I wanted to send to Zhou Guojiu." The guy outside obviously knew the rules of Xiangshufang and did not dare to come in directly.

Hu Yuantong didn't make things difficult for him and said, "Come in."

The young man named Zhang Mu opened the door and saw him holding an exquisite three-layer wooden box in his hand and said respectfully to Hu Yuantong: "Old shopkeeper, then I'll get it first."

Hu Yuantong said impatiently: "Go and go."

After getting Hu Yuantong's approval, Zhang Mu quickly pulled out the three-layer wooden boxes one by one. Each layer of wooden boxes was covered with cut oil paper. He picked up a crispy yard from the steamer and let the porcelain burning master make a small porcelain shovel specially made by the porcelain burning master. This kind of porcelain shovel will not stick to the pastry. He skillfully picked up the cute little rabbit cakes and put them in the top wooden box. The middle layer was six chestnut cakes, and two rows of exactly eight radish crisps were placed at the bottom. After all the pastries were taken, Zhang Mu respectfully said to Hu Yuan again: "Old shopkeeper, that little one is out now."

Hu Yuantong asked, "Where are your shopkeepers, what are you doing?"

Zhang Mu didn't understand what Hu Yuantong meant, thinking that it might be that they had a quarrel just now, otherwise the shopkeeper wouldn't have asked him to come over to get pastries. Zhang Mu said truthfully: "The shopkeeper's eyes turned red from the steaming room, and after he asked the young man to come over to get pastries, he went to the front hall."

Hu Yuantong sighed in his heart and said, "I understand, you go."

"Okay." Zhang Mu saluted Ada and Shiwu again, because in his opinion, if Ada and Shiwu can stand here so openly, he must be the one next to Concubine Shu.

Shi Wu looked at the styles of all the pastries in the steaming room one by one. Some of the pastries were too lifelike. While he admired them, he also asked Hu Yuantong how he pinched them. Hu Yuantong carefully explained them one by one, and then told him to practice more when he was free. After listening to them, Shi Wu wrote them down one by one. This time he benefited a lot, but he also knew it was time to leave.

Before leaving the door, Shi Wu took a deep breath of the aroma in the steaming room and said to Hu Yuanlu: "Old man, Xiao Wu remembers this smell."

Hu Yuantong looked at the quirky boy and smiled and said, "Well, this is also a kind of original intention. But I hope you can create more delicious pastries based on me in the future, so that it will be more interesting."

Shi Wu nodded and said, "Xiao Wu can work hard. Master, you must take good care of yourself. I will come to see you next time."

"Okay!" Hu Yuantong said with a smile, "Next time you tell the people at the door that you are looking for Hu Yuantong, and they dare not stop you."

Shi Wu laughed and said, "Then I have privileges too."

"You deserve it." Hu Yuantong looked at Shi Wudao.

Shi Wu said embarrassedly: "Old man, I'm really leaving."

"Go, kid." Hu Yuantong waved to Shi Wu.
Chapter completed!