Chapter 236 Golden Pheasant Crow
Opened on time at 11:08.
Firecrackers are not allowed in the urban area, which would reduce the celebration of the opening. Since the two old men don't like such frivolous things as opening ribbon-cutting, Tai Feng Building directly opens its doors to welcome guests. This makes it more difficult for reporters to write press releases. After all, without a ribbon-cutting for the opening, there is less material that can be used to write 500 words.
The specially invited guests arrived one after another, and were led to their seats by the waiter. The seats had been arranged long ago. There are rules for who sits at the same table with whom, who sits next to whom, who cannot sit next to whom, who cannot sit at the same table as whom, and who should not even see each other.
For example, Tong Deyan's seat was the most difficult to arrange. Although Xia Mubing offended many people, he was senior and older. The most important thing was that he recovered from a serious illness in a few days. Even if you are 100,000 points dissatisfied with him, you still have to smile when you meet him, you still have to smile even if you don't give him a good look, and you still have to smile when he scolds you.
All in all, when you see Xia Mubing, you just have to smile.
The menus for the guests in Area C have been decided long ago, and the kitchen is almost ready. Zhang Guanghang went to the hospital to pick up Xia Mubing. Xia Mubing was unable to eat a few bites of food due to his current physical condition.
He had been working hard for so long just for today. He wanted to see Tai Feng Building open with his own eyes, see its doors full of guests, and watch it come like a cloud.
Only when he saw it with his own eyes could he rest in peace.
It opened at 11:08, and seats opened at 11:28. In addition to the invited guests, there were also many individual visitors. From a glance, it can definitely be said that business is booming.
The people who were holding the lottery at the door gradually dispersed, and the eight lucky people who got 1,000 yuan in vouchers gathered their friends and stepped into Taifeng Tower with great pride. Most of the people dispersed, but a few people hesitated and chose to dine here. Plus some people who entered by mistake and came here specially after seeing the news, the number of individual tourists was quite large.
"All the guests in area C are here, do you want to serve food?" Ji Yue walked to the food delivery window and asked.
"Let's serve, Xiaofeng, you can start making the shredded yam now." Jiang Weiguo nodded and Ji Yue asked someone to bring the appetizer to the table first.
Jiang Feng received instructions to start cooking carrots. Most of the guests are still struggling with what to order because of their stomach capacity and wallet capacity. The kitchen is not busy, but the waiters in the lobby are quite busy. They have to answer the questions of the guests. All kinds of weird questions.
The 6 dishes of cold dishes are: red oil yuba mixed with bamboo shoots, cucumbers, cold shredded potatoes, tiger skin peanuts, golden pheasant and cold wakame. Among them, the Golden Pheasant Cing Chun is a cold assortment of colors, using braised beef, sashimi, broccoli, shrimp, cucumber shreds and various radish shreds to create a semi-dimensional pattern. It is also the most expensive cold dish platter in Tai Feng Restaurant so far. Not only for sale but also for banquet dishes.
The Golden Pheasant Cings in Spring is a cold assortment of various colors made by Jiang Weiming himself. The two cold dish chefs at Tai Feng House can only make assorted cold dishes at most. The cold cold dish of various colors requires too much knife skills and artistic skills, and ordinary cold dish chefs cannot make it at all.
Even Sang Ming, after practicing his sword skills, can only spell a Yaoji at best.
The busiest table in Area C is the press box. They started to get busy before the food was served. Occasionally, they saw one or two familiar bosses at the next table and were startled. They deleted the draft in their minds again. Again.
"Is that Mr. Xu Chengxu?" A sharp-eyed reporter recognized Xu Cheng.
"It seems that the person sitting next to Mr. Xu seems to be Xia Mubing." Two reporters from food magazines started discussing.
"Who is Xia Mubing?" other reporters asked.
"Do you know Fenyuan? The most expensive private restaurant in Beiping is opened by Xia Mubing, but he has a bad temper and we'd better not provoke him."
"Why is he here? I heard that his condition worsened last week and he was hospitalized."
"Were you hospitalized just last week? Fenyuan has been closed for more than a year, right?" Reporters from several well-informed food magazines exchanged information with each other.
There are also people who are indifferent to such gossip.
"Xiao Tang, go take a picture of the decoration I just pointed at. Take a close-up of the screen. When there are more people, go to the lobby and take a group photo." Reporter Hu began to instruct cameraman Xiao Tang.
"Reporter Hu, I just heard them say that the tables next door seem to be famous gourmets and food critics. Should we wait and interview them?" Xiao Tang asked.
"We are not from a food magazine. Our articles focus on the opening. When the time comes, just go and find out which famous ones are on those tables." Reporter Hu began to make overall plans, "Then when the dishes are served, you take beautiful pictures of the dishes. Some, just leave the rest of polishing the manuscript to me.”
Xiao Tang nodded solemnly.
The reporters were very busy here, but the other tables in area C were very leisurely. The food circle and the chef circle are all connected, and the circle is not big. Everyone knows each other, and it is rare to get together like this. Except that most of them don't have a good relationship with Xia Mubing, and half of them don't have a good relationship with Tong Deyan, they still get along very harmoniously.
"We have invited a lot of reporters. I think the two tables over there are all reporters. There are nearly 20 of them. Oh, the food is served." Pei Shenghua had the sharpest eyes and saw the waiter carrying the food plate from a distance. Said to Tong Deyan next to him.
"Why is Mr. Xia here too?" Tong Deyan didn't care about serving the food at all. Instead, he paid attention to Xia Mubing, who was sitting among a group of gourmets and food critics at the next table. "Didn't he just go to the hospital last week?"
"Mr. Xia wanted to buy this store more than ten years ago. What's so strange? I heard that the boss behind this store is quite well-connected. Isn't this store opened by Jiang Feng's family?" Pei Shenghua stretched out his arms. I glanced at the dishes served by the waiter, and my eyes were attracted by the crowing of the golden pheasant, "That cold dish is a bit interesting."
"Mostly it's spreading rumors. We don't see this kind of thing very often?" Tong Deyan drank tea silently and sneered, "Why is this guy Ling Guangzhao here too? Is their Babaozhai business bankrupt?"
Ling Guangzhao is the young boss of Babao Zhai. In terms of status, he is very similar to Sun Jikai in Jubao House. However, he did not learn cooking skills, but specialized in business management. It was he who made the stupid move to fully commercialize Babao Zhai. Although the turnover has been getting higher and higher in recent years, the good reputation of Babao Zhai has basically been ruined, and he is no longer a regular diner. Our first choice, the gap between it and the other four old stores is becoming more and more obvious.
Tong Deyan and Babaozhai are famous for not dealing with each other.
But as for why he didn't deal with it, no one can tell. Maybe it was because the chef of Babaozhai said bad things about him to his face and he found out.
Ling Guangzhao didn't have any bad intentions. He just heard that the boss behind Tai Feng Tower had a good background, and everyone was in the same industry, so he asked someone to get a quota to come and inquire about the enemy. Make friends if you can, and don't make too many friends if you can't. an enemy.
"Hello, sir, please look over, I'm serving the food now." Pei Shenghua happened to be sitting at the serving position, and the waiter said to him softly.
"Red oil bean curd mixed with bamboo shoots, cucumbers, cold shredded potatoes, tiger skin peanuts, golden pheasant and cold wakame, please use it slowly."
"The golden pheasant crows in spring, this dish is good, the cold dish chef in this restaurant is amazing! Where did you get it from?" a chef at the same table exclaimed. He is the chef of a famous restaurant in Shanghai and a good friend of Pei Shenghua. , this time he was pulled over to support the show.
"I haven't heard of any great cold dish chefs changing jobs recently," another chef said.
"Master Jiang should have done it himself, the Master Jiang from Shu." Pei Shenghua guessed.
"Sichuan? Is there a master named Jiang in Shu? I remember that only Master Wu from Wu's Restaurant is very good. Which restaurant does Master Jiang belong to?" Pei Shenghua's friend asked.
"Wait a minute, are you talking about that Master Jiang?" Another kitchen person reacted.
"That's Master Jiang." Pei Shenghua nodded.
"I also know that Master Jiang." A chef who had been addicted to drinking tea put down his teacup.
"Which Master Jiang?" Pei Shenghua's friend was confused.
"That's Master Jiang!" the three of them said in unison.
Pei Shenghua’s friend:? ? ?
After the three of them finished explaining to their friends who Master Jiang was, Tong Deyan had already calmly tasted all six cold dishes on the table.
"The tiger skin peanuts are good, the bamboo shoots are also okay, and the shrimps in the golden pheasant are very good." Tong Deyan commented.
"Oh, why did you eat it, Old Tong? I haven't taken a photo yet!" Pei Shenghua slapped his thigh and regretted it.
Tong Deyan gave him a roll of his eyes and wanted to ignore him. My broken laptop finally died gloriously after being bumped, beaten and soaked in noodle soup
(End of chapter)