Qionglou Yuge.

The metallic black Maybach steadily parked outside the quaint restaurant, Wen Lebi respectfully opened the car door for her, Shi Qinglan stepped on her slender white legs and got out of the car.

She walked into the store lightly, but the waiter stopped her at the door and smiled politely and respectfully, "Sorry, Madam Qionglou Yuge does not accept guests at this point."

After all, Qionglou Yuge is the most upscale state banquet restaurant in the imperial capital.

The opening and closing times are very particular. A few hours during the intermission period are time for the chefs to prepare dishes. After all, the state banquet dishes are very delicate and it takes a lot of effort to prepare the dishes.

Unless it's an appointment in advance, Qionglou Yuge will occasionally entertain during closing hours, but it is only allowed to pack.

"I'm not a guest." Shi Qinglan's red lips curled slightly.

She raised her eyes and looked into the shop. On the way here, she greeted Wei Ran in advance. At this moment, she just saw a long and handsome figure approaching her, "Master!"

"Xiao Ran." Shi Qinglan's lips were slightly curved.

Wei Ran was still wearing a chef's uniform. The white clothes lined his cheeks more white, and the chef's hat made him look longer. The Chinese state banquet pastry chef who usually plans in the restaurant looks soft and milky in front of Master. sweet.

The waiter looked at the two people a little unclearly.

She knew that Qionglou Yuge’s national banquet dishes and pastries were taught by a mysterious chef. She also knew that Wei Ran had a mysterious master, but... isn’t his master the Goddess Qingyue?

"Go ahead." Wei Ran looked at the waiter.

He laughed out two sweet dimples, "She is a guest, and there is no need to make an appointment in advance, I can entertain her."

"Okay." The waiter nodded and turned and left.

Wei Ran immediately led Shi Qinglan into Qionglou Yuge, "Master, did you come to see me specially?"

Shi Qinglan stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and rubbed his head.

The girl’s smile was sweet and bright, but she said, “No, I want to borrow the kitchen and ingredients to make something for Ah Cheng.”

Wei Ran knew that Master had already obtained the certification from Master.

"Oh." He hung his head as if a little lost. If he had ears, he must have drooped down now.

Shi Qinglan coaxed, "Hey, you are already a big man, why do you want my master to come and coax you? Hurry up and take me to the kitchen. Time is running out."

Although it is not until four o'clock in the afternoon, it is troublesome to prepare the state banquet dishes and pastries, and she needs plenty of time.

"Then Master, come with me." Wei Ran said softly.

He ordered someone to check the back kitchen area, and then led Shi Qinglan in unimpededly, drew some other chefs' attention. After all, they didn't know who this woman was.

These straight men don't pay attention to Weibo, never surf the Internet to eat melons, and don't even know a few celebrities, let alone recognize Shi Qinglan as the daughter of the Shi chaebol.

"Wei Ran, are you just bringing a woman in like this?"

"We Qionglou Yuge's formulas are all bought from your master at a high price. Are you planning to leak the secrets?"

"Hey, isn't this your new girlfriend? Falling in love talks about such an important part of the back kitchen. If the recipe is leaked, you will wait for your master to teach you!"

These chefs usually have some opinions on Wei Ran.

After all, Wei Ran is very young, but his position in Qionglou Yuge is very important, because his master is the one who provides the restaurant with state banquet dishes and state banquet pastry recipes.

Usually they dare not say anything about Wei Ran, but the open and secret struggles in the workplace have caused them to complain for a long time...

This time, I finally found a chance to challenge him.

"They usually do this?" Shi Qinglan frowned slightly.

Wei Ran's eyes were low, he obviously didn't want to complain to Master, he seemed to be used to the pressure here.

The little milk dog's cherry-pink lips pressed lightly, "It's okay, after all, I'm young. If my brothers are not convinced, I sit in such a high position, and it is inevitable that I will feel resentment."

Shi Qinglan raised his eyes and glanced at the chefs.

Her red lips lightly opened, and she was about to say something, but Wei Ran suddenly reached out and grabbed her cuff, "Master."

When Shi Qinglan turned his eyes, he bit his lips and shook his head.

Wei Ran immediately pulled Shi Qinglan back, "Master, this is the area I usually use. You can use knives and ingredients as you like, and I can help you by the side."

"Okay." Shi Qinglan had no choice but to agree.

She originally wanted to help Wei Ran out, but since he didn't have this idea, she told the store manager after she left later that the owner of Qionglou Yuge was familiar with her, and there was always communication when selling formulas.

Wei Ran nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yeah."

So, Shi Qinglan began to prepare dishes for dinner.

Cut the pork into pomegranate rice and set aside, take the crab roe, prepare a crab meal lion head; braise the chicken broth, shred the chicken, bamboo shoots and tofu skin, prepare for the chicken broth; smash the shrimp, blanch the peas, and add another Stir-fried jade shrimps.

Shi Qinglan gently constricted her long black hair and tied it into a loose ponytail. She lowered her eyes, and her slender, white fingers were able to dance between the ingredients.

Wei Ran was there to help her obediently, but at most he helped her cut into shreds and prepare some green onions, **** and garlic...

The teasing and mocking voices of those chefs rang again.

"Oh, when have you ever seen Chef Wei be so humble, and he will not hesitate to fight to chase a woman?"

"Look at what this girl does, what about the national banquet dishes, and the way of preparing the ingredients, it really looks like the mysterious top recipe bought by Qionglou Yuge and his master. Is this leaked?"

"Tsk, I thought that Chef Wei was pure-hearted, only cooking in our eyes, and never interested in women..."

"Papa--" A clear voice suddenly sounded.

Shi Qinglan was cutting chicken shreds. When she heard these comments, she slammed the blade into the chopping board in front of her, then turned around lightly, her voice slightly cold, "have you said enough?"

"Master..." Wei Ran yelled softly.

He wanted to reach out and pull the corner of her clothes, but remembering that he had just handled the shrimp, he wiped his hands on the chef's uniform and did not dare to touch her.

But Shi Qinglan didn't intend to indulge him this time.

The girl narrowed her beautiful eyes, and when she looked at the chefs, she added some coolness to her eyes, "Wei Ran is the head chef of Qionglou Yuge's pastry department, and he is higher than you in terms of position and skills, why? 'S chef dare to even talk about the chef now?"

Of course not, but that's how they discussed it.

Because Wei Ran is the head chef of the pastry department, and these chefs all cook hot dishes for state banquets, and he doesn't have a strict subordinate relationship with him, otherwise he would not dare to be so presumptuous.