v3 Chapter 364： Inspiration 馄饨

Early the next morning, Jiang Feng went downstairs to discuss with Comrade Wang Xiulian the introduction of pickled vegetables made by Ji Yue's mother into Taifeng House.

When I went there, I just caught up with the meal. Comrade Jiang Jiankang was using it and did n’t know where it came from. Bacheng heard last night that Jiang Feng said that this pickle is particularly delicious for fried rice. Go in and smell the familiar pickled fried rice.

Comrade Wang Xiulian has scooped up corn by the table.

Seeing Jiang Feng coming, Comrade Wang Xiulian put down the corn in his hand and asked: "Shit, what's the matter?

"Mom, I discussed with Jiyue last night, and now I want to discuss with you about whether her mother's pickles can be added to our store's list of ingredients." Jiang Feng opened his eyes.

Wang Xiulian waved her hand and glanced at the kitchen. She was very sensible: "After you finish eating."

Within two minutes, the pickled rice was ready.

In terms of fried rice, Jiang Feng and Zhang Guanghang combined are not as good as Jiang Jiankang, who has more than 20 years of experience in operating healthy snacks. Jiang Jiankang's wok fried rice is more than the combined rice eaten by Jiang Shouyu and Jiang Zaide.

Jiang Jiankang brought a large bowl of fried rice to the table.

Jiang Feng swallowed a sip of water involuntarily.

Jiang Jiankang not only added pickles, but also added shrimp and shredded pork during the fried rice. On the surface, Jiang Feng saw no less than 7 shrimps. The shredded pork and pickles buried in the fried rice were intertwined with a tempting aroma .

"Did you eat dinner? If you do n’t eat it, eat it together. Your mother has n’t eaten too much to lose weight recently." Jiang Jiankang said.

"Did not eat." Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Feng deeply feels that Comrade Jiang Jiankang is too ridiculous, and even knowing that Comrade Wang Xiulian had lost weight, he would have to fry this evil fried rice. He, as his son, could not stand it anymore!

Jiang Feng decided to lead by example, serving as a filial son, and helping Comrade Wang Xiulian to eat fried rice.

Not only did he eat, he also called Wu Minqi to come down and eat together.

As a younger person, if you eat a bite more, Comrade Wang Xiulian will eat a bite less, and if Comrade Wang Xiulian eats a bite less, you will have a bite less meat.

How touching mother-child feeling.

A wok of fried rice killed four people, and Wang Xiulian directly passed Jiang Feng to find Ji Yue asking her mother's WeChat and phone, using actual actions to prove what an adult is. Do n’t get involved.

Although fried rice with so many ingredients in the morning is really greasy, high in calories, and unhealthy, the perfect fusion of meat, pickles and rice grains makes Jiang Feng linger on the road to work with Wu Minqi.

"Kiki, should we cook some leftovers tonight and fried rice tomorrow morning?" Jiang Feng suggested.

Wu Minqi was excited, but she soon hesitated again. She remembered the weight she said secretly after waiting for Jiang Feng to go out this morning.

"I don't like to eat in the morning, you eat it." Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng :?

My Kiki still has this habit. Why didn't I find it?

"Then don't do it. Let's take the pickled vegetables to the store tomorrow to fry the lard residue to see how it tastes." Jiang Feng said.

"Well." Wu Minqi nodded, already thinking something else.

It's time to ask what happened to the gym where she used to go.

...

Today is the day when Jiyue returns to work, and the day when nothing happens.

The next day, Jiang Feng took half a can of pickled vegetables to Taifeng House, and planned to wait until the lunch time to make a plate of pickled vegetables and fried lard.

The introduction of pickled vegetables is progressing rapidly. If it was the previous two years, Jiyue's mother would definitely not like the small business of selling pickled vegetables. But today is different, Ji Yue's mother even prepared to go to the street to sell pickles with Eryi. Suddenly, she received a business with a reasonable price, a large demand and a stable business. .

Comrade Wang Xiulian is responsible for discussing prices and supply with Ji Yue's mother, and Ji Yue's second aunt is responsible for solving various formalities and transportation issues. After all, the two magpies of Jiyue were originally engaged in the business of pickled vegetables, and the second aunt was also a person who traveled south and north with pickled vegetables. This aspect is still clear.

Unlike Jiang Feng, who was only thinking of using pickled vegetables for fried rice, when professional traitor Wang Xiulian tasted the first bite of fried rice, various selling methods and methods of pickled vegetables appeared in his mind. Not only limited to stir-fried dishes, fried rice, and congee dishes. Comrade Wang Xiulian also plans to use pickles as a small gift for senior VIP members in September. Each person will give a small pot. Wait until October to start selling them daily. The pickle business is getting bigger and stronger.

These things are not what Jiang Feng has to worry about. The thing he is more concerned about now is that there seems to be no lard in the kitchen.

Is he really going to cook the lard in the kitchen at noon for a pickle?

Jiang Feng was lost in thought.

"Feng Feng, pure meat, two servings, ah no, three servings." Shouted the staff of Taifeng Lou's kitchen near the flat.

"Got it."

Every day at noon, the battle between pure meat stew and tusks yam is about to start again, but today is a little different.

Hu Li watched closely for so many days, and finally found the pure meat soup at the A11 table. The customer who ordered pure meat soup today hurried to the small window of the dish

In addition to the back kitchen entry through the door, only the cold dish counter and the dish transfer window are open to the public.

"Sister Tang Tang, can you please tell the little boss that the guest he told me to pay attention to is now at the A11 table." Hu Li is well aware of the rules that idlers and others cannot enter the back kitchen at will, especially during business hours.

"Okay, wait a minute." Tang Tang put down his knife and called.

Hu Li turned to the kitchen door and waited.

Within two minutes, Jiang Feng came out.

"Are you sure you saw the customer who ordered pure meat?" Jiang Feng asked.

"OK, at the A11 table, the two boys came together. The last time he ordered the pure meat. It was a single eyelid with naturally curly hair. He wore a white and black shirt and black trousers. His skin was very white. Boys, people look more decadent. "Hu Li said.

Jiang Feng: ...

Girl, it's really Qu Cai that you don't do intelligence work.

"Hu Li, please help me to keep him. Any reason is fine. Or you can tell him directly that I am doing surveys and statistics, and can give away drinks and other dishes. Come and call me when he finishes his meal. "Jiang Feng said.

"Okay, little boss, don't worry, it's okay." Hu Li sipped.

After almost half an hour, Hu Li came to Jiang Feng again.

Jiang Feng entrusted Comrade Jiang Jiankang with the rest of his dishes. The price on the ordering system was more expensive than Jiang Feng, and the guests did not lose money.

Jiang Feng walked to the side of the order plate and pressed the pause button behind his name. So he went to the lobby wearing the work clothes of the chef behind Taifeng Lou.

It is not uncommon for the chef of the back chef to suddenly come to the lobby in Taifeng Building, and the customers are accustomed to it, because the two old men often come out to enjoy the coolness, and by the way, enjoy the sight of a cloud in the lobby.

Jiang Feng walked to the table of A11, and soon locked the guest Hu Li said.

"Hello." Jiang Feng took the initiative to say hello, "Presumably the staff at our store had already told you about the situation, right?"

"That's it, you can sit down." Young customers who look very decadent like overtime dogs who have been violently **** for several days seem very restrained, and their eyes are slightly reddish, and the traces of the previous crying have not been completely eliminated. But it seemed a little excited. "The waiter just told me just now. I didn't expect that your job as a chef is so difficult. Actually, even the sales of dishes have to be questioned. Sure enough, it is not easy for any industry this year."

Jiang Feng: ...

What did Hu Li tell him ...

"In fact, it's okay, it's not that difficult." Jiang Feng sat down. "This time I mainly want to ask you a few questions based on the dishes."

"You ask." The young customer looked a little excited.

"That's right. How many pure meat dumplings have you ordered?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Three times," said the young customer.

"It's convenient to say why did you order this dish? After all, the taste of this dish ... a bit ..."

"Ah, I know, do you mean that this dish is difficult to eat?" Speaking of this, young customers shine their eyes, "Master Jiang, you may not know, although your dish tastes bad, but It's really useful. "

"it works?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you didn't know, I'll talk to you from the beginning."

"That's it. I'm a student of the Academy of Fine Arts. In order to participate in a contest in our school, I stayed in school this summer to prepare my work. Our instructor liked the comic that you published before the official website of Taifeng Lou, especially that Zhang Ye ’s close-up, our teacher evaluated it as the soul of the entire comic, and also deliberately shared it with our competition group. "

"We have a brother who is a master's student from this professor. He heard that there is such a kind of cricket in your store, so he was curious to try it."

"What then?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Then it turned out to be very difficult to eat."

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

The young customer found that he was frustrated and quickly remedied: "No, it was inspirational to our brother, even though it was hard to eat. Our brother had a painting card ready to participate in the exhibition for a long time without inspiration. As a result, I finished eating at your store. Then suddenly the inspiration came. After eating, I went back to retreat and drew. Now I haven't come out of the dormitory ~ www.novelhall.com ~ So you guys ... "

The young customer smiled embarrassedly: "This is also no way. Inspiration is not something that you can have. It is better to trust it than to be unbelievable. Even if you ca n’t get inspiration, you can feel something. It ’s also good, so we ’re just ... But Master Jiang, the soup you made is really god. I did n’t feel anything when I ate it for the first time, but I felt it when I went back the second time. Blessing, I feel that my paintings will definitely shine in this competition of our college! "

Jiang Feng: ...

I have cried once when I did n’t feel like eating for the first time, and then came over the second time and cried to find the feeling. You people who play art are really terrible.

"Congratulations, can you tell me what you are painting this time?" Jiang Feng asked casually.

"destroy."

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

Jiang Feng can only use dry laughter to conceal his embarrassment, and now he is very clear about the cause and effect of the sudden explosion of pure meat.

It is totally a group of art students trying to find the inspiration for painting by using the metaphysical way of hanging Conan or hanging Kobe without Conan. The key is that several people have succeeded.

Sure enough, the cost of success is huge.

"Thank you so much, I have already asked all the questions I want to ask." Jiang Feng stood up.

"Yes, it should." The young customer said again and again, excitedly and conscientiously, saying what he had always wanted to say, "Well, is it convenient for Master Jiang to hold my hand with me? Hold my left hand, I am left-handed."

"what?"

"My painting is at least a week away, and it's all my blessings. I want to shake hands with you, and then ... a little more inspiration." The young customers are so excited as the fat house goes to the idol The handshake will be the same.

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

What's wrong with you doing art?