Life is a Game

After returning home, Jiang Feng found that Wu Minqi was lying on the sofa in her pajamas, applying a facial mask, and listening to music while applying the facial mask. The American version of the Good Taste Sino-US Kitchen King Competition updated last week was being played on TV. While taking care of skin care, I also don't forget to understand the enemy's situation. This spirit is very moving.

Jiang Feng glanced at the TV, and the picture was showing a good-looking brother who was squeezing butter on the muffins. It's a pity that he didn't see this brother at the rehearsal this afternoon. Obviously he was eliminated. Up.

"Fengfeng, why did you come back? Have you eaten yet?" Wu Minqi asked with a sullen mouth, reaching out to grab the mobile phone that was playing music on the coffee table and glanced at the time.

With an exclamation, a carp hit hard, a mask that was torn off in a hurry.

"I forgot to set the alarm clock. It took two more minutes."

Jiang Feng:?

Although he didn't understand what would happen if the mask was applied for two more minutes, he could see that it was obviously not suitable for Wu Minqi to discuss the feasibility of applying the thickening method of the eight treasure chestnut pigeon to Jiang's ginseng. They have already discussed it. Topic for a few days.

After Wu Minqi washed her face and did it again, Jiang Feng did not know the specific steps of skin care and came out of the bathroom, and repeated the question just now.

"Not yet, Master Qin hasn't fully recovered to eat according to the doctor's instructions, so I didn't eat at Yongheju. I wanted to come back to buy pancakes and fruits at the gate of the community, but I didn't expect the couple to go out today." Jiang Feng Tao, sitting on the sofa not wanting to get up, "I'll just cook a bowl of noodles by myself later."

Wu Minqi nodded and yawned: "I felt so sleepy after I came back today, I don’t know why. I felt that during the rehearsal, there was nothing but let us walk on the stage several times. Hey, too tired. I have to go later. go to bed."

"By the way, the ginseng Jiang Bo you didn't finish this afternoon helped you put it in the refrigerator, and then Sun Jikai probably won't be able to go to the store tomorrow, his father is here."

"Uncle Sun is here?" If it weren't for Wu Minqi to mention it, Jiang Feng would have almost forgotten that there was Sun Changping.

"I arrived at night. Sun Jikai rented the one-bedroom house on the first floor. He also brought a small yard on the first floor. He said that if his dad really can’t find anything to do, he can grow flowers at home. Food." Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng recalled the small yard on the first floor that was only a few square meters away. He felt that if Sun Changping really wanted to grow vegetables at home, he might only be able to grow two cabbages.

"Uncle Sun has any plans?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I don't know, I didn't ask either." Wu Minqi yawned again, and squinted her eyes. Obviously she was really sleepy. "No, I really can't hold it anymore. I'll go to bed first, Fengfeng. Remember to cook the noodles later."

After speaking, he rubbed his eyes and walked back to the room in a sleepy or even a little trance.

Jiang Feng, who had lost the opportunity to chat with his girlfriend, collapsed on the sofa. He watched TV and found it boring. There was an agent food show with a Michelin-starred restaurant chef. The contestants did not say shit. There is also this show. What do you mean?

It's no wonder that American audiences have rave about the American version. How can audiences who are accustomed to watching Chef Arnold endure this group of chefs whose cooking skills are not at home, and their cursing skills are at home?

Jiang Feng slumped on the sofa and played with the phone for a long time, and found it boring. Wang Hao hasn't posted to Moments for three days. Obviously, life has smoothed the edges and corners of his sand sculptures. Occasionally, Moments are also soulless Moments that some companies require to be forwarded. He doesn't need to be a waiter at Tai Fung Building on weekends to find inspiration for his career. He not only paid off all his father's money, but his hair is getting thinner, his belly is getting bigger and bigger, and he is more and more successful.

Jiang Feng sent a message to Wang Hao and Wang Hao didn't reply in a second, which made Jiang Feng couldn't help but sigh that he really lost this rebellious son.

Jiang Feng lay on the sofa.

Jiang Feng turned over.

Jiang Feng turned over again.

so boring.

The TV is not good, the mobile phone is not fun, no one can chat, the kitchen is not enough to cook food, the instructional videos of the recipe have been read over and over again, I don’t know how many times, and the cd cooling period of the backtracking function has not come.

so boring!

Finally, Jiang Feng opened the attribute panel and turned to the inventory, and began to study the only two memories in the inventory that he hadn't read yet.

[A memory of Ouyang Yang]

[A memory of Han Guishan]

Regarding these two memories, Jiang Feng had already decided in his heart. He reached out and clicked on [A Memory of Han Guishan], and clicked Yes.

A fog.

Han Guishan's memory, I don't know why it is always filled with a strong sense of age. The last time Jiang Feng went to Han Guishan's memory, he saw the train station in the provincial capital of Shu in 1987, and met Jiang Weiming in 1987 and Wang Jing in 1987.

This time, he saw Han Guishan in 1990 and Wang Jing in 1990.

As soon as the fog dissipated, Jiang Feng saw Han Guishan dragging a huge snakeskin bag and holding a newspaper that had been crumpled some time ago. Next to Han Guishan was the same small snakeskin bag, carrying a huge The backpack was tanned for some reason, and the skin was quite rough. It was not at all the fair and beautiful former state-run hotel waiter Wang Jing.

"Old Han, didn't we go to your house? Why did you get off here?" It was summer, when the sun was blazing, and Wang Jing was sweating with so many things, even the new cotton. Most of his white shirts have been soaked in sweat.

"You have to take another half day to get to my house, and you have to take another shuttle bus when you get off the train. You can also take the shuttle bus here for a little longer. We have a meal here and find a hotel to rest for a day. We have been on the train for two days. If you continue to do this, people will fall apart.” Han Guishan said, holding the newspaper and looking left and right, he didn't know what he was looking at.

Wang Jing wiped the sweat from her head and was speechless for a while. She didn't know if she should laugh or be angry: "What happened to the train for two days? In the past two years, we have been in a donkey cart for two days, and brought so many things to return. You won't be too tired to panic if you want to toss like this."

"What are you looking at? I'm not hungry right now. The buns I ate this morning were too hard and felt undigested. It was too hot. Let's find a place to rest and drink some water." Wang Jing couldn't help but fan. It's a pity that this weak wind didn't do much, and the big beads of sweat still waded from the cheeks like water.

"It's too hot, it's really too hot. I thought my house was already hot enough. I didn't expect yours to be even hotter."

In fact, Han Guishan wasn't much better. His clothes were already soaked with sweat, but his face was not as sweaty as Wang Jing, so he didn't look so exaggerated.

Realizing that their top priority now is to find a place to drink tea. After resting, Han Guishan finally gave up studying the unknown newspaper produced on May 29, 1990, and led Wang Jing to find a small teahouse for a cup of herbal tea. calm.

After two cups of herbal tea, Wang Jing eased up a little.

The facilities in the small tea house are very simple, without air conditioning, or even electric fans. It was the boss who watched Wang Jing and Han Guishan's big bags, and the gray-headed faces were so hot that they gave them a big cattail fan to sway them.

Wang Jing sat in a chair and fanned wildly. Han Guishan fanned him by the side. This scene seemed inexplicably sad and inexplicable.

"Where are we going now, can we find a hotel near here to stay first?" This is a place that Han Guishan is familiar with. Wang Jing has never been here and doesn't understand. You have to listen to Han Guishan.

"Don't live here. Let's live in the county town tonight. The city didn't have the shuttle bus to my home." Han Guishan said, and began to study his newspaper again.

In this way, Jiang Feng couldn't help but develop a deep interest in the newspaper in Han Guishan's hand, and he went to look at it.

The layout of the newspaper is very dense, piece by piece, each day's report can only stand the size of tofu block. The brains of people who are all squeezed together to look at the small black letters are painful, even Jiang Feng has a headache when looking at it, let alone Han Guishan, who is not very literate at present, is simply a kind of torture, even more torture than the scorching sun in the sky.

Soon Jiang Feng found the report that Han Guishan had been studying repeatedly. It was a very small section in the corner, saying that it was the tofu block. The writing is not beautiful, it reads a bit like a running account written by a primary school student, and the things it says are very simple.

It probably means that a certain county has become prosperous and wealthy under the condition that the reform spring breeze blows all over the ground. Many foreign businessmen will pass by that county, and truck drivers will also choose to settle in the county. Therefore, the county has opened many restaurants. A restaurant on XX Road is extremely prosperous, and there are often long lines.

On this point, the content is dry, and the uc shock department estimates that it is too lazy to pick a title for such a report. No wonder it can only have such a small page.

But for such a small section, Han Guishan stared at it for ten minutes and studied his posture for another ten minutes.

What's so good about this? I can copy this report in ten minutes.

"What are you looking at? I've seen you read this newspaper for two days since you were on the train. What's so interesting about it before you finish it?" Wang Jing was also confused.

Han Guishan handed the newspaper out and pointed to the third-to-last line in that section: "Jing, what do you say in this word?"

Wang Jing looked at it for a while, then thought about it: "Qiu (two beeps)."

Wang Jing glanced at the report roughly, revealing the same confused expression as Jiang Feng: "What are you doing with this? I thought you were looking at the store information advertisement for two days, didn't you mean? Shall we buy a shop and settle down to do business? I feel that we can't make much money by running around now. People in the road repairing village can go out, and it's not uncommon for us to bring in the goods."

"I don't plan to buy it here in Shencheng. It's too expensive. If we buy it here, all our savings over the past few years will be put in. If we lose money, we will lose everything." Han Guishan put away the newspaper.

Wang Jing raised her hand to signal the boss to come over for another night of herbal tea: "Don’t buy it here? But the business here is not easy to do? Everyone is doing business in this area now. If you don’t buy it here, where do we go to buy it? Do you go back to my house? Buy? The business in the provincial capital is actually not good. Do you remember the state-owned restaurant where I worked a few years ago? Master Jiang retired and returned to the countryside, and now the business in the store is even more sluggish. My mother was back home during the Chinese New Year. Still talking to me. Fortunately, I quit my job to run business with you. The other two waiters in the shop have not received their salary for half a year."

Wang Jing asked too many questions at once. Han Guishan didn’t know where to answer. He could only pick up the answer he remembered first: "I was planning to discuss it with you in two days. I think I will go to city a or go directly to Peiping to buy a store. They are all good choices. Beiping is the capital, and the opportunities are actually not less than those in Shenzhen. City a has developed very well in the past two years, and I have heard that a number of very well-located shops will be sold for some time."

"I think city a is pretty good." Wang Jing gave city a a thumbs-up and drank the tea that the boss had just brought to the table. Just watching her drinking tea, she looked like a female middle school hero. I feel better now. Is this place far from the county seat you mentioned? Or let's go first, so as not to waste time."

"My bag is filled with my mother's cured bacon, which broke down when it arrived at your house after a long delay."

Han Guishan got up to pay and wanted to help Wang Jing get his snakeskin bag, but Wang Jing refused.

"Why did you bring so much bacon all the way?"

"Look at what you said, it seems like bacon is not worth money. Bacon is still a rare thing and can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year. Okay? You have been doing business in my house all these years, and your relatives there I’m all acquainted. I haven’t met your relatives here yet. I heard you say that your brother and your sister don’t know what they like.” Wang Jing stubbornly dragged a snakeskin bag and walked outside. Began to sweat frantically.

"Your home is in Shenzhen. I must have seen rare things. They are too rare and I can't afford them, so I can only bring some local specialties." After saying that, Wang Jing proudly patted the backpack, "I know it's inside. Is there anything in it? It's all kimchi! There is also a pot made by Master Jiang. I asked him from his apprentice!"

When he heard that the kimchi was made by Jiang Weiming, Han Guishan's eyes brightened. Before he could speak, Wang Jing blocked his mouth with the next sentence: "Don't even think about it. This is for your brothers and sisters."

Han Guishan:...

The bus station is a bit far from the teahouse. Han Guishan called three rickshaws, two for people and one for east and west, and it took about 30 minutes to wait for the bus station.

This bus station is no different from the bus station in Z city that Jiang Feng saw when he was a child. There is no fixed departure time when you get on the bus and buy tickets. The bus leaves when it is full. There are hawkers carrying bags and selling corn and tea eggs in the bus station. . Wang Jing didn’t know if it was greedy or something. He bought two tea eggs. After getting on the bus, one was Han Guishan and the other. The two happily peeled the tea eggs, causing the child in front to look back longingly. The tea egg on her hand.

Wang Jing very ruthlessly ate the tea eggs bite by bite in front of the child.

"Mom, I want to eat eggs, too." The child whispered to the mother beside him to express his inner desire.

"The car is already driving and you can't buy eggs." The child's mother had a grateful smile on her face.

The environment on the car is not very good. The old minibuses are basically like this. The outside looks tattered and the inside is actually tattered. People behind when they encounter bad places on the road will sit and jump. Like a trampoline, a person who accidentally licks his head and touches his hands.

There are also a few people in the car who have brought a lot of things like Wang Jing and Han Guishan. They are all very dark, and they are all exposed. At first glance, they know that they are old businessmen who have experienced many years of experience. Among them is a fat black lady who is probably in a restaurant business. Jiang Feng guessed that she should be selling lo-mei. She brought up a sack of seasonings and all kinds of spices, which made the smell of the spice in a car smellable. Just want to eat tea eggs.

It took almost three hours to get to the county seat. After getting off the bus, Han Guishan stopped the fat aunt, took out the newspaper and pointed to the report, and asked: "Sister, do you know the newspaper on Hongqiu Road? What is the name of your restaurant?"

The most pitted part of this report is that it does not state the name of the restaurant at all.

Han Guishan’s sister made her aunty heartbroken, her eyebrows were open and she smiled, she squinted and read the newspaper for dozens of seconds before realizing that she could not read, and said loudly, “I can’t understand what is written on it. Close to the highway are full of restaurants. If you are looking for something particularly delicious, it should be the one next to the noodle shop that has taken off the signs. Their family seems to have taken off the signs two days before moving out."

"Thank you sister."

"You're welcome, if their house is closed, you can go to the noodle restaurant next door to eat. It is cheap and delicious. This restaurant is too expensive. It's not a good deal to go to the business owner," the aunt exclaimed.

Wang Jing bought corn by the way when he asked for directions in Han Guishan, and was licking the corn with a stick. Seeing that Han Guishan came back after asking the way, he handed the corn to him.

"It's not sweet, it feels tasteless." This is Wang Jing's comment.

Han Guishan didn't dislike it, and took the corn and gnawed: "Well, it doesn't taste much."

"Where shall we go now?"

"I remember there are quite a few hotels around here. Let's find a clean house and put things away first, then take a shower and change clothes, take a break and go to dinner." Han Guishan said.

Just now, the conversation between Han Guishan and Aunt Wang Jing was clear. She followed Han Guishan out to find a hotel while complaining: "How do I feel that you have to come to this county by car to eat in that restaurant? Is the food that delicious? Is it delicious by Master Jiang?"

"I don't know." Han Guishan shook his head, "It's true that the store is quite famous. In addition to the newspaper report, I have heard many people mention it. Do you remember the boss Yang that we met last time when we purchased the goods, Yang The boss followed me across this store."

"By the way, what would you like to eat tonight?"

Wang Jing thought for a while: "I don't know what the flavors of your dishes are. I heard they are quite light. If you have seafood, you can eat seafood. It's a pity not to eat seafood when you reach the beach."

"There is actually no sea, but it's quite close to the sea."

The two of you said a word to me, and found a small and run-down hotel nearby and opened two rooms in a clean looking hotel. The price is quite expensive, nearly twice as expensive as the hotel next door. Just when Han Guishan opened his house, Jiang Feng knew that Han Guishan had not married Wang Jing yet. They talked about the conversation between the old couple and the old wives along the way. Wang Jing said one old Han. Jiang Feng thought that they had been married for several years, but he didn't expect that they were still in the same place.

The room is quite small, there is only a bed and no cabinet, but there is a toilet and bathroom to take a shower. After putting things away, Han Guishan went to the front desk to buy two pots of hot water. After sending the hot water to Wang Jing's room, he went back to the room and wiped his body with hot water and changed clothes. He was very casual.

Han Guishan, who changed his clothes and was also refreshed a lot, started to organize things after a brief rest and opened the huge snakeskin bag he had been dragging.

Jiang Feng has always been curious about what Han Guishan’s large snakeskin bag contains. At first he thought Han Guishan and Wang Jing were here to dump the goods. After listening to their previous conversations, he realized that Han Guishan was back to visit relatives. .

Wang Jing's snakeskin bags contained local products for Han Guishan's relatives, and Han Guishan's snakeskin bags were all clothes.

New clothes are available in all kinds, and they are very rich in color alone. There are more common ones, white, black, gray, and some rare ones, purple, green, tops, pants, skirts, and even hats and belts. The only thing in common is that they are not very valuable. You don't need to touch them to know that the fabrics of these clothes are not good.

In addition to clothes, there are some cloth shoes, which look like they should be made by hand, without leather shoes.

Money is hidden in the cloth shoes.

There is money hidden in every cloth shoe, which is sewn with a needle. If you don't buckle the insole, you will never think that there is a dozen of money at the bottom.

A lot of money, a pile, Han Guishan only took out the money from one cloth shoe. Jiang Feng estimated that the pile was less than 1,000. If the amount of money in each cloth shoe is the same, then put it in this snakeskin bag. Ten to twenty thousand in cash. Even though the ten-thousand-thousand households in the 1990s were not as rare as they were in the 70s and 80s, 10,000 to 20,000 in cash was definitely a huge sum of money, and Han Guishan dared to put the money in a snakeskin bag and was not afraid of being stolen by others.

Perhaps this is Han Guishan's strategy. A snakeskin bag of clothes and cloth shoes that are not very valuable is heavy and difficult to handle. Thieves are probably too lazy to steal it.

Han Guishan counted a few pieces of money, which looked like two to three hundred. He stuffed the rest of the money back and re-sews it with needles and threads that he did not know where it came from. Skilled in action, obviously not doing less.

Large amounts of banknotes were stuffed into the pockets of trousers, a few cents of paper money and coins were put into the pockets of the jacket, and the snakeskin bags were placed on the floor of the room like this.

After finishing all this, Han Guishan went out and knocked on Wang Jing's door next door.

Wang Jing not only took a shower, but also washed her hair. She changed into a slightly bright and clean clothes, and her hair was draped over her shoulders.

"Go, eat."

"Wait, I will wipe off my hair again, otherwise it will be too wet and it won't be easy to dry when I go out." Wang Jing took a dry towel and wiped her hair for a while before going out. Before going out, she didn't forget to glance at the door of Han Guishan's room. Whether the door is closed tightly.

"Shall we just go out like this? Now the thieves are so rampant that they dare to pry the door and steal things. You forgot the last time I went to get the goods and stay in the hotel. Everything was stolen. I doubt it was the people inside. "Wang Jing obviously knew what was in Han Guishan's snakeskin bag.

"Don't worry, the owner of this hotel has something to do with it, and ordinary little thief will not touch it."

At this time, the benefits of being familiar with the locals are highlighted.

Han Guishan and Wang Jing walked downstairs side by side. Wang Jing talked about what she wanted to eat at night as they walked. It was nothing more than fish and shrimp, although she couldn't even tell the specific fish species.

Jiang Feng followed them, just in time to hear the low mumble of the front desk sitting behind the counter licking melon seeds.

"It's not a couple."

The night in the small county is very lively.

As Han Guishan said, because of its good geographical location, this county is a very busy city with many out-of-towners and truck drivers. It is very lively at night. Especially the area along Hongqiu Road is full of restaurants and hotels, and there are many vendors pushing trolleys selling cold dishes, braised dishes and snacks, just like a night market.

Drivers usually sleep in the car to save money. These hotels are for businessmen.

The hotel is a small hotel, and the shops are also small restaurants. The family runs a restaurant, and the proprietress enthusiastically stands at the door of the shop to solicit customers, asking the passers-by again and again whether to eat. The market is full of the scent of food, even people who are not going to eat outside, pass this street unintentionally, I am afraid they can't help but walk into a restaurant nearby and order one or two small dishes.

This long side street is really an atmosphere for eating.

With so many stores, the store Han Guishan was looking for was actually hard to find.

There are too many shops without signs.

It may be because it is not worrying about business or it may be casual. Many stores have no signboards, only a small store, with two tables inside and two tables outside. After the couple is busy, sometimes they can still be on the outside table. Find some kids who are doing homework.

There is no sign. Next to the noodle shop, this option is too broad. Han Guishan and Wang Jing walked all the way and saw several options that met the requirements, but none of them were the same.

Mainly the decoration is not like.

After seeing a street, she couldn't find the store that Han Guishan was looking for. Wang Jing wanted to find a store to eat casually.

She didn't eat lunch and only ate half a corn and a tea egg along the way, and she was really hungry now. After smelling the fragrance of the dishes all the way, she now just wants to find a small shop to sit down and eat something, even a bowl of plain noodles.

"Lao Han, let's just eat anything. In fact, you don't need to eat fish or shrimp, even a bowl of noodles." Wang Jing pointed to the noodle restaurant in front of him, "Or let's eat here."

Next to the noodle shop is a restaurant without a sign. The shop is very large, larger than 80% of the shops on this street. There are no tables outside the shop, and the door is half open without lights.

At this time, the sky was already very dark, and the store didn't look like there were any customers or the lights, so it didn't seem to be open at all.

"Jing, do you think this store looks like?" Han Guishan pointed to the unnamed restaurant with no lights.

Wang Jing studied the exterior decoration of this restaurant and some of the interior tables and chairs that she could see, and nodded: "It looks alike, the decoration is quite exquisite, the price should not be cheap, but the store does not seem to open. , No one inside."

"There should be someone, the door is not closed." Han Guishan didn't give up, "You can wait outside, I'll go in and have a look."

After talking about Han Guishan, he walked into the store, Wang Jing waited for him outside, and Jiang Feng followed in.

The lights are actually turned on in the store, and the lights are turned on in the kitchen, but the light does not show through in the kitchen.

It is true that there are no customers. The shop is very empty. There are only four sets of tables and chairs in the huge shop. Obviously, some of the tables and chairs have been removed. The wall is very empty, without any decoration. From the color difference Shangjiang Feng can tell that the wall of this store should have been painted before, and there should be potted plants before the windowsill.

This shop is supposed to be transferred out, and the owner has started to clear things.

"Anyone?" Han Guishan shouted.

"Who?"

It was a female voice who responded, but it was a man who came out of the kitchen, someone Jiang Feng knew.

Zhang Chu.

This is the shop where Cao Guixiang worked!

If Jiang Feng heard the conversation between Han Guishan and Xu Cheng during the last test, he could guess that this memory of Han Guishan must be related to Cao Guixiang. But he didn't hear it. Yesterday, when he saw Zhang Chu walking out of the kitchen, he was ecstatic in his heart, and rushed into the kitchen through the wall without thinking.

Cao Guixiang is cooking in the kitchen.

From the rich flavor of the broth in the kitchen, Jiang Feng could smell that Cao Guixiang's current dishes are definitely good.

In addition to Cao Guixiang, there are two children and a fat middle-aged man in the kitchen. If nothing else, these two children are Zhang Chiyuan and Zhang Siyu. At this time, Zhang Chiyuan was already a half-year-old boy, and he should have gone to junior high school at almost his age, while Zhang Siyu was still a small carrot head, and his face was obviously well raised.

Junior high school is a critical period for children to receive education. It is no wonder that Cao Guixiang will rush to move to the city to change school for Zhang Chiyuan.

Another fat middle-aged man is obviously Cao Guixiang's boss.

"Oh Guixiang, after you go to the city with such a good craftsmanship, do you really not think about continuing to do this? If you don't want to work for others, you can open your own shop. If you don't have enough money, I will lend you. Isn't it popular to buy shares now? I just need to be a shareholder directly, and I will pay the money for meals." The boss persuaded me heartily.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

There is this kind of operation.

"Boss Shi, I really don't plan to do it anymore. You see, these two kids of mine are so old. Siyu will be going to elementary school soon. I want to spend more time with the kids."

"You think about it again." Boss Shi was obviously not the first time he persuaded him, nor was it the first time he heard this answer.

Cao Guixiang smiled and didn't speak. He walked to the pot next door and flipped the lid to take a look. In the pot was braised shark's fin that was slowly simmering. It seemed that the collagen in the shark's fin had been completely stewed into the soup, and the roots of the shark's fin were distinct. Full and golden, it is obviously excellent quality shark fin.

Cao Guixiang only took a look, then put the lid back on the pot, walked to the chopping board and started to deal with the duck, and asked as he processed, "Boss Shi, what kind of dish do you want to eat with this duck?"

"You can do whatever you want, and do whatever you want." Boss Shi replied very skillfully.

"Xiaoyuan, what do you want to eat?" Cao Guixiang asked his son instead.

"Beer duck!" Zhang Chiyuan said loudly.

"Mom, I want to eat roast duck!" Zhang Siyu said in a louder voice.

"The roast duck is good, the roast duck is good." Mr. Shi could not help nodding.

"This duck is not fat enough to be a roast duck, let me think..." Just as Cao Guixiang was wondering what to cook with this duck, Zhang Chu came in from outside.

"Boss Shi, there is a visitor outside who wants to eat, and he came here admiringly after reading the newspaper."

"You didn't tell him that our store is going to be closed, and it's closed now?" Boss Shi was puzzled.

Zhang Chu helplessly raised the blue one-hundred-yuan bill in his hand. It was not new, but it was shining in the light. There were three in total, which were particularly dazzling.

"I said, but the customer outside said that he didn't pick vegetables, he could do whatever he wanted, and he gave the money directly."

Boss Shi is also stupid. He hasn't opened a restaurant for a long time, and he has seen many wealthy guests. This is the first time I have seen this operation.

"Why?" Boss Shi thinks that more money can't be the case, 300 yuan is enough to order all the dishes in their store's menu.

You know, their menu includes shark fin, bird's nest, sea cucumber, and abalone.

"That guest has just one request. He seems to be asking for marriage today. He wants Guixiang to put the ring in the dish and let his fiancee eat it when he is eating."

Boss Shi was shocked again. He didn't expect to have this kind of gameplay. He could only cast his helpless eyes on Cao Guixiang, as if Cao Guixiang was the real owner of this restaurant.

Cao Guixiang reluctantly said: "Zhang Chu, let the customer in first, let me talk to him, there are actually no other ingredients in the store today, just these few cooked dishes. How about we put the shark fin..."

"No!" everyone present said in unison.

Cao Guixiang:...

Zhang Chu first called in Han Guishan from outside. Han Guishan had been in business for a few years and had a lot of tips. As soon as he came in, he brushed up his ideas and requirements, and made Boss Shi stupid and began to reflect on the same. Why do businessmen fail so much.

Look at other businessmen, and speak more.

He can only eat.

In the end, Cao Guixiang agreed to Han Guishan’s request and promised that he would put the ring in the dish, but would not wrap it in but put it on the surface. If it was wrapped in the dish, Cao Guixiang was afraid that Wang Jing would swallow the ring directly when eating the dish. in stomach.

But there are only two dishes, one is a duck dish that hasn't been made yet, and the other is braised shark fin in the pot. Cao Guixiang can give Han Guishan two bowls.

Boss Shi still wanted to find money for Han Guishan, but Han Guishan refused. Han Guishan left the ring and went out to call Wang Jing. Zhang Chu also went out to help them pour water and set the tableware. By the way, he turned on the light and closed the door Yanshi-yellow braised shark fin Just one pot can no longer let others in.

"Mom, you didn't cook for those guests who came yesterday, why did you agree to this today?" Zhang Chiyuan was puzzled.

Cao Guixiang was looking at the diamond ring left by Han Guishan. It was not big, but it was very rare. At this time, few people would use a diamond ring to propose marriage. To be precise, few would propose marriage.

The trick of using a ring to propose marriage was probably learned by Han Guishan and other businessmen who had gone abroad when he was running a business.

"Because love is priceless." Cao Guixiang smiled.

Zhang Chiyuan:?

Zhang Siyu:?

Boss Stone: My shark fin qaq

Cao Guixiang put the ring in a clean place, stared at the cleaned duck and thought for a few minutes, put the whole duck in a pot and steamed it decisively. After it was steamed, it was boned and cut into three pieces.

Seeing this step, Jiang Feng already understood that what Cao Guixiang had to do was chaiba the duck.

It's no wonder that this memory came out when Han Guishan ate firewood and took the duck.

Obviously, Cao Guixiang doesn't often make ducks. Her technique is a bit rusty, and she is not as proficient as Jiang Feng when he saw Master Xu making ducks. But proficiency belongs to proficiency, and good technique belongs to good technique. As long as the technique is good enough, even if the skill is not enough, you can make extremely excellent dishes.

At this time, Cao Guixiang’s culinary skills should be at the peak. In his middle age, his energy, concentration, strength and wrist flexibility are all in excellent condition. After several years of professional chef’s life, technical and all aspects are also in excellent condition. Reached a peak. Although working in a restaurant in a small county town, the owner is hearty and generous, with rich ingredients, and can even be called high-end. From the yellow braised shark fin in the pot, you can see one or two, big dishes and rare dishes must be cooked.

At this time, Cao Guixiang is definitely standing at the top of the Chinese food pyramid, even Peng Changping on the other side of the ocean may not be stronger than her.

Although I feel a little sorry for Master Xu to say this, Jiang Feng still wants to say that the firewood duck made by Cao Guixiang and the firewood duck made by Master Xu are really two kinds of firewood duck.

The Chai Duck made by Master Xu will make people focus on the shape. The shape of this dish is so peculiar. People who see it for the first time will be surprised. But the chai ba duck made by Cao Guixiang will definitely make people focus on wanting to eat it, and may even ignore the shape.

It doesn't matter whether you make a shape or not, the main reason is to taste the taste.

After Chai made the duck, Cao Guixiang spread a layer of bean sprouts on the tip of the uneven Chai handle, and put the clean ring on it. In this way, the ring becomes the center of the dish. As long as one end of the dish is served, the first thing people on the table see is the ring on the dish.

The duck is done, and the yellow braised shark fin in the pot on the other side is almost the same. Tan Jiacai’s yellow braised shark fin does not require thickening. The mellowness of the soup depends entirely on the collagen of the shark’s fin itself. All it takes is patience and precise control of the heat. It takes about 6 to 8 hours to make a pot of braised shark fin. The long time and time to bring the mellow and thick soup of braised shark fin is its essence.

The yellow braised shark fin that Cao Guixiang is making now is very essence.

Jiang Feng had eaten Peng Changping's cooking, but from the looks of it, he couldn't distinguish between superior and inferior for a while-they didn't look like normal dishes, more like the dishes in the little master's house that would shine when the lid was opened.

The yellow braised shark fin is golden, and it feels like a little master.

The dishes are ready. Cao Guixiang is not in a hurry to serve the dishes. She looks like there are still dishes left.

Sure enough, after a simple cooking, Cao Guixiang began to make lean meat soup with the small half bowl of lean meat left on the cooking stage.

Soup requires thickening.

Jiang Feng remembered that Cao Guixiang, who Peng Changping had told him, was very good at thickening, and kept staring at the movements of Cao Guixiang's hands, the less he dared to blink.

Soon it's time to thicken.

Very simple thickening. It is not the pigeon soup cooked with pigeon racks like Babao Lixiangge, and the lean meat soup does not have the original soup, but simply uses starch water to thicken the pigeon soup.

Thinly.

Very simple ~www.readwn.com~ very harmonious, very fast, and very relaxing.

When the thickening water is slowly poured into the pot along the edge of the pot in a clockwise direction, it seems to be hugging, touching, stirring, and blending together.

harmonious.

natural.

It was a very simple step, but Jiang Feng was taken aback.

He seems to... understand a little bit.

There is something called inspiration that got into his mind the moment the thickening water was poured into the pot.

"Siyu, you take this dish out to the guests outside. The shiny side should face the sister. Be careful not to let the ring slip off." Cao Guixiang brought the duck to Zhang Siyu. Zhang Siyu took the firewood to handle the duck, his chubby arms were very strong, and he held it steadily, and walked carefully toward the door step by step.

Zhang Chiyuan walked to the door before her and opened the door for her.

Jiang Feng also walked out through the wall.