Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

A large number of diners flocked to Wang Chunhua's wonton shop.

In no time, the small wonton shop was filled with customers, and many more were waiting at the door.

Wang Chunhua couldn't stop smiling. She and her husband, Wang Erzhu, worked together swiftly, and soon bowls of wontons were served on the table.

The bowls in the shop are all coarse black earthenware bowls with a thin green rim. Steaming hot wontons are served in the bowls, and the soup is clear but not bland.

Bright green scallions and cilantro float on the soup noodles, the seaweed is torn into thin strips, shiny black like ink marks, and there are also scattered dried shrimp around.

"So fresh!" exclaimed one of the diners.

Scooping up a wonton with a spoon, the pale pink of the meat filling peeks through the thin skin, filling the nose with a fresh aroma. Taking a bite, the scalding hot juice, mixed with the aroma of meat, ginger, and scallions, explodes in the mouth. This juice is not greasy at all, but rather extremely fresh and delicious.

When your teeth touch the meat filling, you can feel the meat tightly packed together, the fat carrying the aroma of oil, and the lean meat with a fibrous texture. The combination of the two creates a wonderful sense of layering, making you want to applaud.

"These wontons...are really different from yesterday's!!"

"Good heavens, it has to be Madam Shen! Just a few simple improvements and these wontons are so delicious! I can't even imagine how fragrant they would be if Madam Shen made them herself!"

"Good heavens, Madam Shen is far too authoritative!"

"..."

The diners were amazed as they ate, marveling at how much the wontons had changed; they were worlds apart from yesterday's.

Yesterday it was just an ordinary bowl of wontons, but today it has become a delicious dish that people want to eat again and again.

This amazement transformed into admiration for Shen Qing in the hearts of the diners.

Sure enough, when buying food, you can't go wrong with Shen Niangzi!

The wonton shop got busy, but Wang Chunhua didn't forget Shen Qing.

She still managed to take a bowl of wontons and deliver it to Zhiweixuan when she had a spare moment.

"Try it, it's made the way you said." Wang Chunhua brought the wontons to Shen Qing, and for some reason, she felt a little nervous.

It's like a student handing in an answer sheet to the teacher.

Shen Qing stirred the soup with a spoon and took a sip.

I scooped up another wonton and took a small bite.

After a long pause, under Wang Chunhua's anxious gaze, she finally nodded gently.

"Not bad, these wontons are much better than yesterday's. If you sell them for five coins a bowl, you won't have few customers."

Of course, if Shen Qing were to make wontons himself, they would be much more elaborate than this modified version.

First, there's the soup. She uses pork bones and old hens to make it, resulting in a flavorful yet not greasy soup that's incredibly delicious.

As for the dough, she adds egg whites to the flour and rolls the dough out to be as thin as paper and as tough as leather. As a result, the dough will become transparent after cooking, so thin that it's almost invisible.

As for the meat, Shen Qing would choose pork neck meat. There are only two jin of pork neck meat per pig, and the fat and lean meat are similar, making it the most suitable for filling.

At the same time, there are many details to consider, such as the method of preparing the filling, the wrapping technique, and the details of cooking the wontons.

Only by perfecting all of these aspects can you create a truly top-quality bowl of wontons.

Shen Qing knew that these methods were not suitable for Wang Chunhua, so he simply taught her a few tricks.

Wang Chunhua finally felt relieved after hearing Shen Qing's praise.

She smiled and said, "Thanks to you, my shop wouldn't have so many customers if it weren't for you."

"How about this: for every bowl of wontons you sell, I'll give you one coin. Those customers are your customers anyway, so we can both earn more this way."

Shen Qing smiled and said, "No need. Those wontons are hard-earned money. Keep them."

"But...aren't you afraid I'll steal your business?"

"Don't worry, your wontons are for filling people's stomachs, while the food in my shop is for satisfying people's cravings. These are two different things."

"Besides, what's the point of this street if I'm the only shop left?"

Shen Qing's calm voice rang out.

Her food was exquisite, but it was expensive and beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Aunt Wang's five-cent bowl of wontons is the average price for ordinary people.

On a street, there must be things sold to the rich and things sold to the poor.

Only in this way can the street gradually become lively.

Otherwise, with only her at Zhiweixuan, she would be too conspicuous.

"Madam Shen, your magnanimity is truly admirable. Thank you so much for saving my shop!!" Wang Chunhua said with tears in her eyes, about to kneel down.

Shen Qing was startled and quickly stopped Wang Chunhua: "I already said I wouldn't teach you for nothing. From now on, all the wontons at your shop will be free for me!"

"Okay, okay, okay."

Wang Chunhua was so moved that she didn't know what to say. She even felt that Shen Qing was sent by God to save her.

"Why haven't the wontons arrived yet?!"

Shouts came from the diners next door.

Shen Qing nudged Wang Chunhua: "Aunt Wang, hurry up and get busy, the guests are urging us to come."

"Yes, yes, the shop's busy right now, I have to go!"

Wang Chunhua wiped away her tears and ran to the next room without stopping.

There were many customers today, and she felt energized and happy to work!

......

Yan Xian carried the Four Beauties Soup back to the Yan residence.

As soon as he entered the mansion, he went straight to Old Master Yan's courtyard.

This Four Delicacies Soup must be drunk while it's hot; it probably won't taste good if it gets cold.

"Master, I tasted an extremely delicious soup outside today, and I thought you would like it, so I brought some back for you."

Yan Xian said respectfully.

He had been the steward of the Yan family for many years, but he was still respectful and dutiful when facing his master.

I dare not overstep my bounds in the slightest.

Grandpa Yan was painting a picture with his brush.

He used to be the Minister of Revenue, in charge of the imperial treasury, but after retiring, he fell in love with literature and calligraphy.

He was proficient in all the refined pursuits, including calligraphy, painting, and playing musical instruments.

Moreover, he befriended a large group of literary figures and celebrities.

Upon hearing Yan Xian's words, Old Master Yan didn't even lift his eyelids, focusing solely on the painting in front of him.

"Just leave it there." A very perfunctory reply.

Yan Xian had no choice but to respectfully place the Four Beauties Soup on the table.

The amber-colored soup in the white porcelain bowl was still steaming slightly, and its fresh aroma wafted to Yan Xian's nose.

Alas, if the old master were so engrossed in painting that he forgot to drink this Four Delicacies Soup, wouldn't that be such a pity?

After thinking for a moment, he reminded him again: "Grandpa, this is called Four Delicacies Soup. It's made with four kinds of ingredients: mushrooms, water shield, crab roe, and fish ribs. It's very fragrant."

"Please remember to drink it, before it gets cold."

"I understand, you can go now." Old Master Yan didn't even look up, still sketching with his pen.

Yan Xian's heart sank, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

He didn't know what else to say, and in the end, he could only respectfully withdraw.