"Public loser?"


    Wang Ningcheng suddenly.


    After the Mohist School became famous in Chang''an City, its past has been turned over. In particular, people enjoy talking about the gratitude and resentment between the Mohist School and the public loser. Although Wang Ningcheng is only a shopkeeper, he also knows that the public loser and the Mohist school are sworn enemies. Once the public loser comes to Chang''an City, he will certainly oppose the Mohist school.


    "That fried vegetables...?" Wang Ning became a teacher.


    Even if sun YangZheng''s shop solves the problem of dishes and chopsticks, Mohist cooking will crush sun YangZheng''s shop.


    "Cooking? Is that what you said?" Wang Zhe smiled proudly, took out some rice paper from his arms and handed it to shopkeeper Wang.


    "Is this a recipe?" Wang Ningcheng looked down and said in a surprised voice.


    Wang Ningcheng has been in charge of sun YangZheng''s store for many years. He is familiar with the recipe. Looking at the new recipe in his hand, Wang Ningcheng is in doubt. According to reason, any restaurant with a top secret recipe such as cooking is regarded as a unique skill to press the bottom of the box. How can it come to Wang Zhe''s hand.


    "This......" Wang Ningcheng wondered.


    "Don''t worry, this is the Mohist cooking recipe!" Wang Zhe said with a strange smile.


    When the Mohist School recruited workers on a large scale, he consciously planted many people in the Mohist village. After all, the Mohist School''s performance during this period of time is too dazzling. If ordinary people get one or two, they will be able to be appointed officials and knights. If they are obtained by the aristocratic family, they will be rich for a hundred years. However, the Mohist family seems to be worthless. How can it not make people itch.


    Wang Zhen believes that it is definitely not just the Wang family. There must be many people with intentions in Chang''an city. Taking advantage of this recruitment opportunity, there must be many fine works of various aristocratic families in Chang''an City mixed into the Mojia village and waited for the opportunity.


    Wang Zhe''s person was just assigned to the fish champion building. He successfully obtained the recipe, which surprised Wang Zhe.


    Holding this recipe, Wang Ningcheng was excited and felt very tricky. "Young master, Mohist cooking has just been launched. I''m afraid it will be criticized if we sun YangZheng store can cook it later." Wang Ningcheng frowned.


    Sun YangZheng store is a century old brand after all. Stealing other people''s recipes rashly is a big taboo. I''m afraid it will smash the signboard.


    "Don''t worry! How could I smash the signboard!" Wang Zhe said.


    "But..." while shopkeeper Wang was pleased, he looked at the recipe in his hand! As anxious as a eunuch meets a beautiful woman.


    "However, my young master has sent people to spread this recipe all over the major restaurants in Chang''an city. It''s natural for sun YangZheng store to launch cooking after cooking is popular." Wang Zhe was proud.


    After Wang Zhe got the recipe, although he was annoyed, Wang Zhe didn''t mean to change chopsticks at all. After all, who knows whether the chopsticks used by the other party have infectious roots!


    "The taste is average!" Wang Zhe carefully tasted the three plates of fried vegetables and couldn''t help frowning.


    "Is there a problem with the recipe?" Wang Ningcheng took a new pair of chopsticks and tasted it. He didn''t feel good, let alone as delicious as sought after by the guest population.


    The chef in black tasted it and shook his head and said, "there''s no problem with the recipe. It should be the problem of the pot."


    "Pot?" Wang Zhe didn''t understand.


    The chef in black explained: "the small ones have been made in strict accordance with the recipe. Even if they can''t reach the level of Mohist chefs, they''re not much worse. Young master, you see, some places of this dish have been burnt, and many places are a little raw. Of course they won''t taste good."


    "What kind of pot do you need?" Wang Ningcheng asked.


    "One is very thin, can be lifted with one hand, and is heated evenly, and the surface is smooth, which is conducive to stir fry the new pot." the chef in black looked at his heavy pot and shook his head, Zou Mei said.


    "Then go and buy it!" Wang Zhe shouted.


    "Er!" Wang Ningcheng and the chef in black looked at each other.


    "Childe, according to my years of experience as a cook, there is no such pot!" the chef in black shook his head.


    The iron quality of this era can''t go up at all. If the bottom of the pot is too thin, it is easy to be damaged, not a few times at all.


    "What about the fish champion building?" Wang Zhe asked.


    "If not surprisingly, the Mohist school may adopt a new pot!" said the chef in black.


    "Er, ER!" Wang Zhe was speechless.


    The person who arranged for him to make a recipe has been exposed. Are you still stealing a pot?


    Public losers should be able to make pots! Well, it will.


    As Wang Zhe said, no one can refuse the cooking recipe. When major restaurants really experiment cooking, they find that they still lack a good pot.


    However, Rao is so. All kinds of crude versions of fried dishes have appeared in major restaurants. Fried dishes have instantly become the mainstream of the catering industry in Chang''an city. Although the taste is not as good as the fish champion building, it is better than the cheap price, which has also attracted many people.


    "Shopkeeper, the time is ripe!"


    In the fish champion building, Xu Jie looked at the rows of butterfly frying pans in front of him and said excitedly. Now most restaurants in Chang''an have launched their frying dishes! Cooking has become the most popular word in the catering industry in Chang''an city. Anyone who hasn''t heard of it and tasted it seems to be out of date.


    At this time, the Mohist School launched the most suitable iron pot for cooking, coupled with the menu, we can imagine how popular it is.


    yes!


    Merton never thought of making a lot of money from cooking as he did in the Song Dynasty. His goal was to fry the pot from beginning to end.


    Even the spread of the menu was his intention. Otherwise, how could a new outsider come into contact with the core of the fish champion Houchu?