As the saying goes, if you open your mouth at the top, you will break your legs at the bottom.
The kitchen of the Mandarin Hotel also became agitated because of Chu Heng’s meal.
"Come here, come here!"
The head chef ran in in a hurry and called all the chefs and chefs who were chatting idly in the kitchen because there were no guests. , asked with a serious face: "Who knows how to make fried liver and noodle tea?"
Everyone suddenly looked at each other.
"Chief chef, is that something with shrimps?"
"I've never heard of it."
"This seems to be a kind of breakfast in the capital of mainland China, right?"
>"Can you do it?"
"I'm a ghost, I just heard about it."
"Who would?"
"..."
After asking around, but no one agreed, the head chef suddenly had a headache and said sadly: "Then everyone, hurry up and ask about your friends. Let’s see if anyone can cook it. This is the meal ordered by Mr. Chu himself. If you can’t cook it, everyone will be in trouble!”
As soon as they heard that the big boss wanted to eat, everyone immediately took action and ran out of the kitchen to find their master, senior brothers, and colleagues. After a lot of effort, they found a master chef in the back kitchen. I asked around and heard that there is a Hongyun Restaurant near Tin Hau Temple. The chef there is from Sijiu City and can make these things.
So, Adong, who had the best driving skills, drove a Mercedes-Benz, picked up the chef and the chef, and sped towards the Tin Hau Temple.
Ya drove the luxury car on a rampage, and within twenty minutes, she pulled back a gray-haired old man.
The old man’s name is Cheng Xi. He is about sixty years old and is from Forty-Nine City. He came to Hong Kong Island with his family before liberation.
After he was surrounded by A Dong, Liu Shixian and others, he came to the kitchen. I was very happy when I looked at the menu: "Hey, your boss must be from the Forty-Nine City!"
"Oh, don't worry about where the people are, just do it quickly. Mr. Chu will be in a hurry later. "The chef said anxiously.
“Yes!”
Cheng Xi flicked the menu, rolled up his sleeves neatly, greeted the cooks in the room and started working.
Some went to cut dough, some went to knead noodles, and some went to grind soy milk. A group of people were shouting and drinking, and they were very busy.
And with more people, there is naturally greater strength. In less than half an hour, the things Chu Heng ordered were made.
That's it...
A group of cooks gathered around a table, looking at the food on it in astonishment.
They can accept other things, but salty tofu, noodle tea, and fried liver are really hard to understand.
Is there anyone in this world who really loves to eat these things?
“Ugh...you did it right?”
The head chef who just took a bite of fried liver swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, feeling that his mouth was full of sourness and dirt. It smelled so bad that I almost vomited it out.
"You know what? The wild boar can't eat the fine chaff, so send it over quickly. Don't worry, your boss likes it." Cheng Xi waved his hand.
The head chef and manager Liu Shixian looked at each other and could only do as they were told. They quickly put the things into the dining cart. When they were about to ask a waiter to send them over, A Dong suddenly came out and pushed the dining cart away.
“Get away, get away!”
Liu Shixian was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then he suddenly came to his senses and slapped his thigh in annoyance: “Why didn’t I think of that! Such a good opportunity to show his face, Let this flatterer take it away!”
“Yes!” The head chef also looked regretful.
This side. Adong quickly pushed the dining cart to the door of the presidential suite on the top floor. After knocking on the door a few times, Cen Hao soon came over to open the door for him, and then complained to him: "Why did you come here?" ? I will starve to death if I wait any longer. ”
"I can't help it, Brother Hao, no one in the kitchen can cook what Mr. Chu ordered. We're going to invite the chef back now." A Dong said with a bitter smile.
"Okay, okay, come in quickly." Cen Hao didn't care about this and urged hurriedly.
A Dong hurriedly pushed the dining cart in.
At this time, Chu Heng and the old man and his son were sitting in the living room reading the newspaper.
"Don't tell me, this photo is quite energetic."
The old man held up a copy of the Nanhua Daily with a smile. On it was a large piece of news about the Mandarin Hotel, with the title "That Day" The master took action, and the evil spirit was finally killed. Underneath was a photo of Qingyuan with a majestic face holding a mahogany sword, and a report of the incident.
"Mr. Chu, Master, the meal you want is ready." A Dong came over with a cart at this time and said with a smile on his face.
“I happen to be hungry.”
Na Qingyuan quickly put down the newspaper and walked to the dining table nearby.
Chu Heng also stood up and went over with Na Daohui. When he passed A Dong, he heard the conversation between the two at the door and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Thank you for taking the trouble, and even hired a chef."
"As long as you are satisfied."
A Dong followed him to the dining table with a flattering look on his face and placed one meal after another on the table.
“Hey, this fried liver looks quite authentic.” As soon as Chu Heng smelled the taste, he couldn’t wait to pick up a bowl of fried liver, brought it to his mouth, took a big sip, and then I saw that he closed his eyes and tasted it with great enjoyment, and finally smacked his lips and praised: "Authentic! After being here for so long, it is a satisfying bite!"
"The pancake is also delicious!"
Cen Hao held a piece of fried cake and wolfed it down.
"So is the noodle tea. It's more authentic than the ones I eat at home! It seems that this master should be a fellow villager, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make such authentic things." Na Daohui said with a smile.
When A Dong saw this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became even brighter, and he quickly said: "That old master is from Sijiucheng."
"Eh?"
The old man let out a sigh at this time. He frowned and took another sip of noodle tea, smacking his mouth carefully. Then he brought another bowl of tofu, fried dough sticks, and fried liver, and took a bite of each one. , the frown became deeper and deeper.
Chu Heng looked at it and said, "What are you doing? Are you afraid that my place can't afford you? You even eat and occupy it!"
Qingyuan ignored him and turned around. He turned to Adong and said, "Young man, let me ask you something. Is the cook you hired called Cheng Xi'er?"
"It's called Cheng Xi, do you know him?" Adong asked curiously.
"Oh, it's really this old guy, haha, I know him so well." Na Qingyuan laughed when he heard the words, and said hurriedly: "What, you go find the grandson and tell him The master is upstairs, tell him to come here quickly!”
“Oh,” A Dong hurriedly left.
"What's going on? Master, you had breakfast and you found an acquaintance here?" Chu Heng looked over confused.
“No way!”
The old man bared his teeth and said, “Do you remember that there is a Xiangyang Restaurant on Jiaodaokou Street when you leave our alley? That place? In the early years, it was called Dashun Restaurant, and I had snacks there all my life!”
“Me! The Cheng Xi'er I'm talking about is the cook, and not only himself, but also his father and grandfather. "
"Let me tell you this, I just eat the food cooked by their old family. Big! How could I tell who made it in one bite? ”
Chu Heng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Oh, what a coincidence."