v2 Chapter 232： Golden Pheasant Mingchun

At 11:08, it opened on time.

Firecrackers can't be set off in the urban area, and there is a little less joy in separation. As the two old men didn't like the imaginary thing of opening ribbons, Taifeng Building opened the door directly to welcome guests. This added some difficulties for journalists' friends to write a press release. After all, without opening the ribbon, there is one less material that can be 500 words.

The guests who came for a special trip arrived one after another, and the waiters led the seats. The seats were already reserved. Who and who are at a table, who and who sit next to each other, who and who cannot sit next to each other, who and who cannot sit next to each other, and who and who better not even see each other, are all particular about.

For example, Dean Yan, his seat is the most difficult to row. Although Xia Mudi offends many people, but his seniority is very old, and the most important thing is that he has survived for a few days. Even if he has 100,000 dissatisfaction with him, he has to smile when he meets, and smiles when he doesn't give a good complexion, and laughs when he is scolded.

All in all, to see Xia Muzhen, laugh right.

The menu for guests in area c has been set for a long time. Zhang Guanghang went to the hospital to pick up Xia Muyao. With Xia Muyao's current physical condition, he could not eat a few bites.

What he has been suffering for so long is that today, he is going to watch the opening of Taifeng Building with his own eyes, watching the guests at the door, and watching it come like a cloud.

Only when he saw it with his own eyes could he squint.

The business will be separated at 11:08 and the seats will be separated at 11:28. Apart from the invited guests, there are still many individual visitors. Looking ahead, it can definitely be regarded as a thriving business.

The lottery people at the entrance gradually dispersed, and the eight lucky people who got 1,000 yuan vouchers called the friends to step into the Taifeng Building with great spirits. Most people have dispersed. A few people hesitated and chose to dine here. Coupled with some misinformation, they came here after watching the news deliberately. The number of individual visitors was quite huge.

"The guests in Area C are all here. Would you like to serve?" Ji Yue went to the pass-through window and asked.

"Let's serve, Xiao Feng, you are now making yam." Jiang Weiguo ordered her hair, and Ji Yue let people bring appetizers to the table.

Jiang Feng received instructions to fire and prepare to draw yam. Most of the guests are still entangled with what to order because of stomach capacity and wallet capacity. The chefs are not busy, but the waiters in the lobby are busy. They have to answer the guests All kinds of strange questions.

The 6 dishes of cold dishes are: red oil yuba mixed with bamboo shoots, cucumber shoots, cold potato shreds, tiger skin peanuts, golden chicken Mingchun and cold wakame. Among them, Jinji Mingchun is a cold-colored combination of half-three-dimensional patterns made of braised beef, sashimi, broccoli, shrimp, cucumber shreds and various radish shreds. It is also the highest selling cold dish platter in Taifeng House. Not just for banquets.

Jinji Mingchun is a cold suit made by Jiang Weiming himself. The two cold dish masters in Taifeng Building can only make assorted cold fights. The cold suits are too knives and artistic levels. General cold dish masters can't do it.

Even if Sang Ming, after practicing the knife skill, at most, can only fight a pheasant.

The busiest table over area C is the press desk. They started to work before the dishes were served. Occasionally, when they saw a big guy or two at the next table, they were shocked and deleted the original draft. Over and over again.

"Is that Mr. Xu Cheng Xu?" A sharp-eyed reporter recognized Xu Cheng.

"It seems that Mr. Xu is sitting next to Xia Muyi." The two food magazine reporters discussed.

"Who is Xia Muyi?" Other reporters asked.

"Do you know Fenyuan? Xia Mu's is the most expensive private restaurant in Peiping, but he doesn't have a good temper, so we better not provoke him."

"Why is he here? I heard that he got sick and got hospitalized last week."

"Have you been hospitalized last week? It has been closed for more than a year." Reporters from several informed food magazines exchanged information.

There are also people who are indifferent to these gossip.

"Xiao Tang, take a picture of the decoration that I just pointed to, take a close-up of that screen, and wait for the next person to go to the lobby to take a group portrait." Reporter Hu began to direct the cameraman Xiao Tang.

"Reporter Hu, I just heard them say that the tables next door are famous old ladies and food critics. Shall we wait for an interview?" Xiao Tang asked.

"We are not a food magazine. The focus of our manuscript is on opening. Then you can inquire about the famous ones at those tables." Reporter Hu started to make overall plans. "Then you make the dishes beautiful when you serve them." Some, leave it to me to grind the manuscript. "

Xiao Tang nodded solemnly.

The reporter is so busy that the rest of the tables in Area C are very leisurely. The food circle and the chef circle are connected, and the circle is not large. Everyone knows each other, and rarely get together like this. Except that most of them have a bad relationship with Xia Mudi, and half of them have a bad relationship with Yun Deyan, they get along very well.

"I have invited a lot of reporters. I think the two tables over there are all reporters. There are nearly 20. Yo, the food is served." Pei Shenghua had the sharpest eyes and saw the waiter holding a dinner plate from afar. To the next Yan Deyan.

"Why is Mr. Xia Lao coming?" Yun Deyan didn't care about serving the dishes at all, but instead focused on Xia Muzhen, a group of old people and food critics sitting at the table next door. "Isn't he admitted to the hospital last week?"

"Xia Lao wanted to buy this store more than ten years ago. Is there anything strange? I heard that the owner behind this store is quite related. Isn't this store opened by Jiang Feng's?" Looking at the dish on the waiter's hand, I was attracted by Jinji Mingchun. "That cold dish is a bit interesting."

"Most of them have been passed on by cymbals. We haven't seen such things very much?" 佟 Deyan silently drank tea and sneered, "How come this guy, Ling Guangzhao, is their Babaozhai business going bankrupt?"

Ling Guangzhao is the young owner of Babaozhai. His identity is very similar to that of Sun Jikai in Jubaolou, but he did not learn cooking, but specialized in business management. Babaozhai's faint move to go full-scale commercialization is his. Although the turnover has been getting higher and higher in recent years, Babaozhai's good reputation has basically been defeated, and he is no longer an old diner. Our first choice, the gap with the other four old stores is becoming increasingly apparent.

Wu Deyan and Babaozhai did not deal with it, this is notorious.

But as to why not deal with it, no one can tell it. It may be that the chef of Babaozhai said that he had discovered bad things in person.

Ling Guangzhao didn't have any bad intentions. He just heard that the boss behind Taifeng Building is not a young person. Everyone is a colleague. The trustee saved a quota to come and inquire about the enemy. If you can make friends, make friends. Do n’t make friends. Enemies.

"Hello ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Mr. Please trouble me. I'm serving now." Pei Shenghua was sitting at the position where the waiter said softly to him.

"Red oil yuba mixed with bamboo shoots, cucumber shoots, cold potato shreds, tiger skin peanuts, golden pheasant spring and salad wakame, please use slowly."

"Jingji Mingchun, this dish is okay, this restaurant's cold dish master is great! Which one was dug up from?" A chef at the same table lamented that he was the chef of a famous restaurant in Modu and a friend of Pei Shenghua This time, he was pulled over to support the game.

"I haven't heard of a terrible cold dish master recently." Another chef said.

"It should be done by Master Jiang himself, the Master Jiang from Shu Di." Pei Shenghua guessed.

"Shudi? Shudi has a master named Jiang? I remember that only Master Wu of Wujia Restaurant is very good. Which shop is Master Jiang?" Pei Shenghua's friend asked.

"Wait, isn't that the master you said?" Another kitchen responded.

"That's the master Jiang." Pei Shenghua nodded.

"I know Master Jiang, too." A chef who had been addicted to drinking tea set down his tea cup.

"Which Master Jiang?" Pei Shenghua's friend froze.

"That's the master Jiang!" The three men spoke in unison.

Pei Shenghua's friend :? ? ?

After the three of them talked to their friends and explained to the master who Jiang was, Jiang Deyan calmly tasted all six cold dishes on the table.

"The tiger skin peanuts are good, and the bamboo shoots are okay. The shrimp in Jinji Mingchun is very good." Wu Deyan commented.

"Ah, old man, why did you eat it, I haven't taken a picture yet!" Pei Shenghua couldn't even regret shooting a thigh.

Yun Deyan gave him a blindfold and did not want to ignore him.

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