Chapter 238 The Best Dessert
The reporters at the reporter's table also noticed the movement next to them and started discussing.
"What's going on over there?"
"It seems that Mr. Xu Cheng is ordering food."
"Ordering? The food is not to Mr. Xu Cheng's liking? This is a big deal. Please write it down quickly. Someone can come and check it out!" A reporter saw the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. Seeing the fire burning in front, he wanted to go up and pour two barrels of gasoline on it. The old habit happened again.
A colleague named Wang from the same magazine pulled his clothes and gave him a hint in his eyes.
This one paid for it, and the price is very high!
A reporter immediately reacted and changed the subject: "I just saw that this restaurant uses a tablet to order food. It's quite interesting. Lao Wang, let's go to the waiter and ask for a tablet to read the menu."
A colleague named Wang thought this idea was a good idea and went to the waiter to ask for a tablet.
Finally, Ji Yue came over with a stack of tablets, followed by two young and beautiful professional waiters to explain. Two minutes later, the guests in Area C, like all the other guests, were addicted to tablets.
Anyway, this ordering system is quite fun.
Xu Cheng just wanted to order some porridge for Xia Mubing at first. He remembered that Jiang Feng's eight-treasure porridge was quite good, but when he got the tablet, he was like a woman clicking on Taobao and couldn't help but keep looking down.
The more I look at it, the more surprising it becomes. The Jiang family is so good. Three of the top four in the Tasty Cooking Competition have become employees of Tai Feng House. Even Ji Xue and Sun Jikai are here, and they co-organized a cooking competition with Han Guishan. I came here to select a chef for Tai Feng House.
There were many dishes in it that he wanted to try, especially Jiang Weiming's chicken and bean curd, but today was not the time. He originally planned to stay in Peiping for a while, and he would have plenty of time to slowly taste the cooking skills of the two master chefs Jiang from Tai Feng House, especially the dishes he had never tasted at a healthy stir-fry restaurant.
"Jiang Feng's restaurant is great. Guess who he hired to be the chef?" Pei Shenghua said to Tong Deyan with a smile.
Tong Deyan concentrated on eating and ignored him.
"Wu Minqi?" Zhu Chang asked.
"Not only that, but also, we all know each other." Pei Shenghua smiled mysteriously.
"Do you know them all? I heard that Yao Xingsheng from Ruyifang is going to immigrate to be with his son. Isn't he poached here?" Zhu Chang's imagination was wide open.
"Where are you talking about? Yesterday, Yao Xingsheng posted on WeChat Moments to make lunch for his son. We know Yao Xingsheng but not Zang Mu. Guess again!" Pei Shenghua had the ugly face of an insider.
"It's time to serve, shredded yam." Tong Deyan said.
Pei Shenghua suddenly stopped playing the boring game of guessing people together. He put down his tablet and handed it directly to Zhu Chang. He took out his mobile phone and warned Tong Deyan: "Let me take a photo first."
Zhu Chang picked up the tablet and took a look, with a surprised look on his face: "Hey, it turns out that it was Jiang Feng who cut off Mr. Sun's penis, and Mr. Sun's grandson was also there. It's a good thing that Mr. Sun didn't come this time, otherwise he would have been really angry. ”
"Well?" Tong Deyan became interested and leaned over to take a look, "Zhang Guanghang is here too, no wonder Mr. Xia is here today."
"Who is Zhang Guanghang? Is he related to Mr. Xia?" a chef at the same table asked curiously.
"Abel Duran, that talented French chef, is Mr. Xia's apprentice, didn't you know? The food competition I was a judge of some time ago, Tong Deyan, Zhu Chang and Zang Mu were also judges, it was all broadcast on TV I'll do it "Jing Ke is so handsome, but you haven't watched it? The number of views on that website is hundreds of millions, and I have hundreds of thousands of followers on Weibo. Zhang Guanghang is the third place in that competition," said the talkative Pei Shenghua after taking the photo. Then activate the skill: Chatterbox.
"He is actually Mr. Xia's apprentice! Didn't he win many awards internationally? I remember reading his report some time ago, and he was only third? Then who is first?" The chef at the same table couldn't help but Fortunately, he is Pei Shenghua's friend and can quickly and accurately extract key words from his long list of nonsense.
"You haven't said why you didn't watch that show, why didn't you watch the variety show? Didn't I post on Moments before? You didn't watch my Moments?" Pei Shenghua continued to use his talkative skills.
"This carrot yam should be made by Jiang Feng, who won second place in our competition. It's quite good. Try it while it's hot." Zhu Chang invited, automatically blocking Pei Shenghua.
The chef at the same table picked up a chopstick of shredded yam and took a bite. The yam inside was still steaming.
Just one bite is enough to amaze you.
"That's right, this shredded yam is really good. Who is Jiang Feng, the chef? Why haven't I heard of it before?" The chef at the same table's eyes lit up and he automatically blocked Pei Shenghua.
"It's the young owner of this restaurant. I've never heard of it before. I only know that they opened a restaurant next to A University, which is quite famous. Suddenly we got the news that Tai Feng Restaurant is opened by them. I was also shocked." Pei Shenghua tried to join the group chat again.
"Eat quickly, the shredded yam will be cold in a while." Tong Deyan really couldn't understand. Pei Shenghua had spent most of his life talking nonsense, where did he find the time to develop such good cooking skills.
Said?
At the reporter's table, the photographers were all looking for good angles to take pictures of the shredded yam to make it more delicious, and no one moved their chopsticks at all. That's how it is in this business. The food you eat is always cold. Only reporters from professional food magazines can occasionally eat hot food during interviews. Most of the time, they photograph hot food.
"Xiao Tang, take a close-up of the drawn yam." Reporter Hu ordered, picking up the chopsticks and holding a handful of drawn yam.
The sugar strands are slender and clear, with distinct roots.
After Xiao Tang finished taking the photo, Reporter Hu forgot to dip it in water and pulled out a long sugar thread. He was in a hurry for a while, and only after being reminded by the reporter next to him, he went to dip it in water and broke the sugar thread.
"Reporter Hu, haven't you ever eaten shredded yam?" The reporter next to him is a reporter from a food magazine. He is not famous for his taste, but he has some status in the food circle.
"I'm from Chuncheng. I've been busy working overtime every day since I came to work in Peiping. I don't have time to go out to restaurants. How can we have this kind of food over there?" Reporter Hu said, preparing to try the shredded yam.
"You have to be careful when eating this. If the sugar shell outside is cold, the yam inside will still be hot. Be careful to burn your mouth." A friendly reminder from the reporter next to him, "Chuncheng is a good place. It has a good environment and no work pressure. The days are leisurely. ”
Reporter Hu smiled slightly, thinking that of course he would have a leisurely life if he didn't have money. If he didn't lack money and wanted his family to live a good life, who would have just come all the way to Beijing to live a leisurely life.
Entrance.
Sweet, crispy, soft, and an indescribable taste. It's not the sweetness of food, nor the sweetness of syrup. It's like putting honey on your mouth when you're in love, but it's sweet in your heart. It's excitement, joy, and sincerity. It's happiness.
Reporter Hu thought of the girl in high school who had been sitting at the table behind him and had thick bangs that covered half of her face whenever she lowered her head. She was taciturn and had no sense of presence. When she returned to class after the college entrance examination to evaluate her answers, she handed him I gave him a note: May I be like the stars and the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night.
It's a pity that the final outcome is: this feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss.
He was in Peiping, wandering like a duckweed, while she was in Spring City, in full bloom.
"Reporter Hu, how are you?" the reporter from the food magazine next to him asked with a smile.
"It's delicious. This is the best dessert I've ever had." Reporter Hu said with a smile. (End of chapter)