The Green Tea’s Crushing Victories in the ’70s

Uncle Zong ran home panting.

Looking at him like this, Old Man Wen disgusted and said: "Xiao Zong, you are not too young, so you can relax a little bit."

Uncle Zong: "Commander, I, I saw the tender grass..."

Old man Wen stared, and quickly pulled Uncle Zong back: "Where did you see the tender grass? You made it clear to me."

Uncle Zong gasped for a while before he calmed down: "Commander, I saw Girl Nencao just now when I went to the hospital to visit a friend, and then I found out where she works!"

Master Wen's eyes brightened: "Where? You say it quickly."

Like that unfilial descendant, he only knew about the object of the matter through the mouth of others, and asked him to bring the tender grass back to himself for a look. He actually said that he wanted to ask the other party's opinion!

He entered the laboratory during this period and was too busy to have time to eat. When he asked about the tender grass, he still didn't know when he would wait.

Uncle Zong: "It should be a certain state-owned hotel in the southern part of the city. The commander, the young grass girl is really amazing. I became the manager of the hotel at a young age!"

Old man Wen shook his beard and proudly said: "The young grass girl makes so delicious. Isn't it right to be a hotel manager?"

That is his future granddaughter-in-law, can it be great?

Uncle Zong: "Commander, are you going to the restaurant? I'll go with you then."

Old Man Wen glanced at him, then shook his head like a rattle: "No, you can't go there, the girl Nencao has seen you, won't she recognize you as soon as you pass?"

Uncle Zong: "Commander, do you still have to cover up in the past?"

Old man Wen took it for granted: "Rugui, that stinky boy won't tell me, and I won't tell him, I want to know Nencao secretly!"

Uncle Zong was struck by lightning: "..."

In this way, wouldn't he not be able to eat the things made by the young grass girl?

Although Tong Mianmian's high fever has subsided, his spirit is sluggish and looks very pitiful.

After Tong Xuelu sent her home, he asked Tong Jiaming and Tong Jiaxin to take good care of her, and then went to talk to Shen Wanrong next door before returning to work in the hotel.

After going to the hotel, she held a meeting for everyone as usual, and then asked everyone to speak enthusiastically. Any comments can be raised.

Both Guo Weiping and Meng Qingqing were boring gourds, and shook their heads to express no opinion.

Guo Chunyu raised his hand and said, "Manager Tong, many customers have reported that the portion of Mala Tang is not enough. If you come late, you won't be able to get the queue number. Should we increase the portion?"

"No, just follow the current amount. If you can't eat it, come a little earlier."

Tong Xuelu glanced at her and felt that if the economy was liberated in the future, Guo Chunyu should be a good business man.

They are now getting dead wages, and the restaurant turnover has gone up, but they still get that wage, so why are they so tired?

This is also one of the biggest drawbacks of the collective economy. Many people no longer want to make progress after completing the indicators.

As for how to make money next, Tong Xuelu has a plan in mind, but it is not yet time.

"Let's make some meatballs today."

The portion does not increase, but the variety can be increased. If there are those few things back and forth, sooner or later you will get tired of it.

After the meeting, Tong Xuelu took Guo Weiping to purchase.

Compared with the offspring, beef in this era is very cheap, and the price per pound is about the same as pork.

Tong Xuelu bought some beef and fish, as well as pork, and prepared to make beef balls, fish **** and pork balls.

When Guo Weiping saw her buying beef, he was surprised and asked, "Manager Tong, do we buy so many beef thighs for beef balls?"

Tong Xuelu nodded: "You probably haven't eaten it before? The beef **** are ready. They are actually better than fish balls. You'll find out later."

Guo Weiping remembered the food she usually cooks, and couldn't help swallowing, thinking in his heart, as long as it was made by Manager Tong, it wouldn't be bad.

Back at the restaurant, Tong Xuelu began to make beef balls.

Now the weather is getting colder day by day, so it can be stored even after one day.

Making beef **** is an individual effort, which involves shaving the fascia and removing grease, and pounding the beef into puree.

The process of beating the mud is very physically demanding, and Tong Xuelu asked everyone to take turns in battle.

After the meat puree is done, add water, starch and other condiments, then stir and knead until the meat puree generates bubbles before kneading into meatballs.

Meatballs must be placed in warm water before they can be cooked in a pot. Although handmade meatballs are tiring, they are more fragrant and chewy than machine-made ones.

After making the beef balls, start making fish balls.

The method of fish **** is similar, but the key is to chop them into pureed fish.

After the beef **** and fish **** were ready, Meng Qingqing and the three were allowed to try a few.

The beef **** Q bombs are chewy and crispy, with a bite bite, the fragrant beef flavor, full of fragrant mouth.

Many people in this era are still not used to eating beef. Some people think that the beef taste is too fishy, ​​but the beef **** don't feel fishy at all.

On the contrary, the more I eat, the more enjoyable I am, and I want to eat another one.

Compared with beef balls, fish **** are a bit less elastic, but the surface of fish **** is tender and smooth, and the taste is completely different from that of beef balls.

A few people had their eyes bright after eating, and they were full of praise.

Guo Chunyu: "Manager Tong, I think just ordering the meatballs will definitely be sold out in two days!"

Tong Xuelu originally wanted to make pork balls, but after making beef **** and fish balls, the hands of several people were so sore that they had to give up and save the pork for other things.

At eleven o'clock, the guests came to the door.

Tong Xuelu usually didn't pay attention to the guests, but today she glanced at the guests, and then noticed the one standing in the first place.

The guest was about sixty years old. Although he looked pretty young, he was in good spirits.

His eyes were energetic, and there was no old man's hunchback. Standing there with his back straight, it was very noticeable.

The elders also dress better than ordinary people, and their hair is combed back smoothly, very docile, and no one can be seen to curl up.

Tong Xuelu took a look and felt that this old man must have been a handsome guy when he was young, and he was also a handsome guy.

The old man came first and got a number one, so he could order food and eat directly.

The old man walked over and looked at her and said, "Comrades, are you a waiter in this restaurant? Why didn't you see your master?"

Tong Xuelu said: "I'm not a waiter, I'm the manager of this restaurant, taking care of the masters, do the elderly need me for something?"

The old man shook his beard when he heard the words: "It’s okay, I heard that the food in this restaurant is delicious, so I want to see which master cooks it? I didn’t expect lesbians to be so good at a young age. It's really awesome!"

To be honest, the old man's face is a little serious, especially those sharp eyes. Tong Xuelu thought he would be a very unsmiling person, but he did not expect him to be so approachable.

She smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment. Would you like some spicy soup? We are launching beef **** and fish **** today. As for this beef ball, I dare say it is the only one in Beijing!"

The eyes of the old man suddenly lit up like stars in the sky: "Yes, take one for all, and take another one with you."

With that, he took out two lunch boxes from a bag like a trick.

Tong Xuelu felt that he should be a foodie, smiled and put things into the red soup to cook: "Old man, can you eat spicy food?"

The old man's brows frowned suddenly: "It's a little spicy, but the old man, the old man, it sounds like I am very old. I can be your grandfather at my age. You can call me Grandpa Wen in the future."

Tong Xuelu: "..."

Does it mean that grandpa is not old?

Moreover, he actually had the same surname as Wen Rugui. This discovery made Tong Xuelu's impression of him even better.

Old man Wen blinked his eyes when he saw that she hadn't called anyone, "Comrades, I heard that your surname is Tong, which Tong is it, and which child is from a fairy tale?"

Tong Xuelu shook his head: "No, it's the Tong who sits alone in the winter."

Old man Wen stroked his beard: "That's it."

The Mala Tang was cooked quickly, and Tong Xuelu asked Meng Qingqing to carry it in.

When Mr. Wen saw this, he had to follow in reluctantly.

After the guests kept coming to the door, Mr. Wen even had no chance to come over and talk.

Tong Xuelu asked Guo Weiping to try cooking Mala Tang.

In fact, there is no technique to cook Mala Tang, as long as you master the time.

Guo Weiping has been watching for a few days, and he has an idea about how long each thing needs to be cooked, but he hasn't practiced it, so he is a little worried about it.

Tong Xuelu instructed him on the sidelines and reminded him when he saw that the food was almost cooked.

As expected, many people were afraid to try the beef **** at first because they were too fishy to taste.

But for foodies, there is nothing to fear, but the most feared is delicious food.

Seeing that the restaurant has new products, they are the first to stand up and try.

I don’t know if I try, I almost ate my tongue.

The teeth are chewy and the mouth is full of fragrance.

It's so delicious!

The foodies ordered another one more at once, and when the others saw that they were eating so deliciously, they also ordered one more.

Soon today’s portion was sold out, and those who were late could only sigh again.

**

Tong Xuelu took leave after noon, and Guo Weiping was in charge of the dinner for the evening.

There is a sick child in the family, and she is really worried.

Sure enough, as soon as he returned home, he heard Tong Mianmian's cry.

"Uuuuu...Second brother, Mianmian wants her mother."

"Mianmian, okay, second brother will give you sweets?"

"No, Mianmian wants mom and dad, second brother, Mianmian misses mom and dad, they haven't come back to see Mianmian for a long time, don't they want Mianmian?"

Tong Jiaming did not answer this time.

Tong Xuelu stood at the door, feeling sour.

She opened the curtain and walked in: "Who is crying? Isn't it the most obedient and obedient in our family?"

Seeing her sister, Tong Mianmian's mouth flattened into a line: "Sister, Mianmian is crying, Mianmian misses Mom and Dad, oooooo..."

Tong Xuelu walked over to pick her up, reached out and probed her forehead, still a little hot.

"Mum and Dad have gone to work far away. What Mian Mian now eats and wears is earned by his parents from working."

There were tears in Tong Mianmian's big eyes, and tears fell from the blink of his eyelashes: "Can Mom and Dad not work?"

Tong Xuelu: "Of course not. If we don't work, we will have nothing to eat. Mianmian is so well-behaved, she definitely won't do things that embarrass adults, right?"

Xiao Tuanzi blinked and wept quietly.

The little guy is usually very well-behaved, except that he was silent when he saw her the first day, and then slowly became cheerful.

Who would have thought that she had never let go of her parents.

Even if the little guy is like this, Tong Jiaming and Tong Jia are definitely more unwilling to let go of their confidence, but they didn't say anything.

Pretending to be not sad, pretending to be nothing like that.

Tong Xuelu thought, her nose worsened.

Tong Mianmian cried for a while. After all, he fell asleep again because of lack of energy, but he slept very restlessly and would wake up crying from time to time.

Tong Xuelu was afraid that she would have no appetite at night, so she cooked some fish porridge for her.

That night, the atmosphere in Tong's house was very dull, and even Tong Jiaxin, who usually loves to be funny, didn't make much noise.

Military compound.

Uncle Zong had been waiting at the door, waiting until his legs became numb, and finally waited for the commander to come back.

He rushed out to greet him: "Commander, have you seen the young grass girl?"

Grandpa Wen handed him the bag in his hand: "Of course, that kid looks good, dignified, temperamental, and capable, and cooks more deliciously."

Anyway, it's good everywhere, and he really gets more satisfied as he sees it.

Uncle Zong nodded very approvingly: "The young grass girl is really very good, no wonder Rugui is tempted. By the way, Commander, what did you bring me back?"

Old man Wen stared: "What brought you, this is my dinner tonight!"

Uncle Zong's grievance: "..."

Commander, don't be so stingy!

You said it was brought to me, but why did it become your dinner again?

The next day, Tong Mianmian's fever finally subsided, and the little guy smiled again.

Tong Xuelu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Tong Jiaming and Tong Jiaxin wanted to ask for leave again today, but Tong Xuelu didn't allow them to go to school, and then handed Tong Mianmian to the Wei family next door.

She plans to make more beef **** and fish **** today, and then buy some back to give to the Wei family as a gift.

As the weather gets colder day by day, the restaurant's Mala Tang becomes more and more popular.

Think about it in such a cold day, eating a bite of spicy and refreshing dishes and a bite of soup will immediately warm you up.

And spending less money to eat more kinds of meat and vegetables is really tempting for many people.

In the past, some people were unwilling to spend money to eat in a restaurant, but now they can't bear the temptation to come and have a meal after paying their wages.

Among these guests, Tong Xuelu remembered the old man who came that day.

The old man came almost every other day or two, and was ranked first every time. Every time he took two lunch boxes to pack, and every time he ordered food, he would chat with her a few words.

Tong Xuelu wondered if he was a lonely old man. He was too lonely at home, so he came to the restaurant to chat with her.

With two more autumn rains, it will soon be the end of the month.

Tong Xuelu went to the Ministry of Commerce for a meeting again.

This time, she did not go empty-handed like last time.

She brought a summary report prepared in advance and a result announcement form.

Last time Tong Xuelu walked into the conference hall, everyone looked at her with strange and contemptuous eyes.

But when I entered this time, everyone's eyes were different.

At that time, everyone felt that she couldn't bring the restaurant back to life within a month, and all felt that she was bragging and dreaming.

Unexpectedly, this little girl, who was less than nineteen years old, took less than half a month to bring the hotel back to life, and she was doing very prosperously.

Now when people in Beijing talk about state-owned restaurants, the first thing people think of is the restaurant under her, especially the Mala Tang made by her.

Many people here have secretly eaten it. It's really delicious.

Seeing Tong Xuelu walk in with her head raised up, some people feel shameless, some people admire it, and some people feel unconvinced.

Tong Xuelu changed her previous indifferent appearance, as long as anyone looked at her, she would nod her head to say hello.

Everyone saw that she was not proud of her, and her impression of her was a little better.

"Comrade Tong, how exactly do you make Mala Tang? People in Beijing are now discussing your Mala Tang!"

"Yes, my daughter-in-law took the child to eat once, and she was full of praise when she came back!"

"Comrade Tong is really better than blue. I admire him!"

Tong Xuelu smiled and said: "Everyone is overwhelmed. This mala Tang is actually a special snack from other provinces, but the seasoning is made by myself. I don't usually have any hobbies, so I like to tinker with something to eat."

"I remember, Comrade Tong is still taking care of the restaurant's master, right?"

Tong Xuelu nodded: "Yes, the master of our hotel has a broken hand, so I will replace it during this time."

Some people were dissatisfied and said: "The master has to be verified. How can Comrade Tong replace the position of the master without verification?"

Tong Xuelu turned to look at the speaking man: "Comrade Chairman said that without investigation, there is no right to speak. Before this comrade speaks, please investigate carefully, otherwise it will be easy to make jokes!"

"I not only have a master certificate, but also a first-level certificate."

The certificates of the masters are divided into three levels: Level 1, Level 2, and Level 3. However, almost no one will hire a Level 3 master. There are only a handful of Level 1 masters in Beijing. The average hotel can only invite Level 2 masters. master.

Everyone was shocked on the spot when he said this.

First-class master certificate!

This is too awesome, right?

What on earth did this little girl grow up with? Why is she so young?

A restaurant manager who was less than nineteen years old, and also won the research of a first-class master, is really terrifying!

Some people who looked down on women before suddenly felt embarrassed. As expected, Comrade Chairman was right. Women can hold up half the sky.

You can't look down on women anymore!

The yin and yang man was blushing just now, and he turned his head and didn't dare to make any more noises.

Everyone spoke for a while, and soon the leader came over.

After Minister Lin released the summary, he remembered the one-month appointment: "Has the manager Tong of Chengnan Hotel come?"

Tong Xuelu stood up: "Hello, Minister Lin."

Minister Lin: "Congratulations, Comrade Tong, you have passed the test, and you have done better than I thought!"

To be honest, at that time Minister Lin heard her saying that the restaurant could be restored in a month, but he didn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, the **** surprised everyone. It only took half a month to bring the hotel back to life and make the hotel flourish throughout Beijing.

The spicy food in their restaurant, he heard the people around him mention it almost every day.

Tong Xuelu said neither overbearing nor overbearing: "Thank you Minister Lin, this is still a good leadership of Minister Lin. If Minister Lin trusted me with all his heart, I would not dare to let go and fight!"

Minister Lin heard this without mentioning how comfortable he was.

Yes, she can do so well because of his leadership.

Then Tong Xuelu submitted the completed summary report and the results announcement form together.

Minister Lin flipped it randomly, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

He had received a lot of summary reports before, and some of them were just like shit.

But Tong Xuelu handed it in. It was clearly organized and recorded neatly in a form, which made it clear at a glance.

Yes, Comrade Tong, this **** is really good!

This work ability completely exceeds that of many **** men.

Minister Lin's impression of Tong Xuelu got better.

After the meeting, some hotel managers secretly went to Minister Lin and suggested to him that Tong Xuelu should contribute the mala Tang recipe so that the interests of other restaurants could be shared.

Minister Lin didn't say yes or bad, so he just asked them to go back and wait for the news.

**

base.

Zhou Yan came back from outside on this day, and it was so terrible.

Huang Qimin couldn't understand his sullen look, and asked him: "Zhou Laxi, what are you doing this morning?"

Zhou Yan slammed a fist at him: "Yellow Gougdan, you call me Zhou diarrhea again, I can't stop with you!"

Huang Qimin smiled and said, "Who told you to say nothing? What good things have happened to you, and your mouth is almost grinning!"

Zhou Yan took out a small photo of a human head from the pocket of his shirt, looked at the photo and smiled and said, "My partner has sent me a photo, and I will be able to see her face every day from now on!"

Huang Qimin curled his lips when he saw it, "I thought it was something, I already had a picture of my subject."

Wen Rugui's eyelashes blinked without saying a word.

He didn't, he lost.

Zhou Yan found something wrong with Wen Rugui all at once, and smiled happily, "Rugui, did your subject give you a photo?"

Wen Rugui: "No."

"Hahaha, I knew you didn't." Zhou Yan smiled badly.

Huang Qimin also felt exasperated from the side.

Finally there is one who has won the warmth.

At this lunch, Wen Rugui was more silent than usual.

As soon as he went to work in the afternoon, he went to the dean's office.

Dean Zhuang Zhenghui saw him coming to ask for leave, and looked up at him: "Are you going to ask for leave and go back to see your partner?"

Wen Rugui's ears were slightly red: "Yes."

Dean Zhuang smiled and said: "I was worried that you would be bachelor for a lifetime. Now it seems that this worry is unnecessary."

Wen Rugui didn't say a word, but when he thought of Tong Xuelu in his heart, his eyes slowly overflowed with tenderness.

The whole person looks a little more smokey than before.

Dean Zhuang smiled happily when he saw this.

There is one less bachelor at the base, which is great.

Wen Rugui wanted to give Tong Xuelu a surprise, so he didn't call back.

In fact, I don’t know where to call if I want to make a call. Tong’s home doesn’t have a phone installed, nor is there a restaurant.

At noon the next day, Mr. Wen came to the restaurant for dinner again.

Perhaps because of the rain, few people came to the restaurant for dinner today.

The cold outside made people's teeth tremble, and Mr. Wen took a bite of the hot soup and ate very smoothly.

After eating, he suddenly sighed heavily.

His eyes floated in the direction where Tong Xuelu was sitting, and when Tong Xuelu didn't look over, he sighed again.

The sigh was louder than the bark, and Tong Xuelu couldn't even hear it.

After so many days, Tong Xuelu became familiar with this old man, so he walked over and asked, "Old man, what's wrong with you?"

Old man Wen sighed again and shook his head: "My descendants are not filial, my heart is bitter!"

Tong Xuelu: "..."

Old man Wen: "My son is a club, and my grandson is also a club. They kept me as a widow and lonely old man at home. I usually want to talk to someone and I don't know who to talk to!"

Tong Xuelu thought to herself, as expected: "Then what about your daughter-in-law? Is she also a mallet?"

Old man Wen frowned: "She's not as good as a mallet! Don't talk about them, let me tell you, my grandson handed over a partner, and I asked him to bring it back to me for a look, but he didn't want to!"

Seeing the old man shaking his head and sighing, Tong Xuelu felt that he was very pitiful.

Son, daughter-in-law and grandson are all clubs, is this too unlucky?

Tong Xuelu: "Would you like to communicate with your grandson?"

Grandpa Wen: "Everyone who can communicate has passed. My great grandson doesn't even call grandpa now. Comrade Tong, can you call me grandpa to satisfy my heart of being a grandpa?"

At this moment, a low and gentle voice came from outside the door: "Grandpa."

Tong Xuelu's heart moved, and she looked up and saw Wen Rugui standing at the door: "Why are you back in Rugui?"

Mr. Wen: "..."