Chapter 428 Things change and people change
At 11:30, Tai Feng Building officially opened for business.
You can start ordering from the a la carte system at 11:30. Regular customers of Tai Feng House, if they have plenty of time, will usually sit down and choose their dishes before 11:30, especially those who want to grab the shredded yam and pure meat wontons. Li Hongzhang's chowder is slightly better, but there are only so many people eating it, and occasionally it can't be sold.
Today is destined to be a day of particularly fierce competition between the shredded yam and pure meat wontons, and the lunch business has not yet started. The occupancy rate of the VIP boxes on the third floor is as high as 70%.
"Didi, drip, drip, drip..."
"Master, 6 portions of shredded yam and 3 portions of pure meat wontons!" Ji Xia, who was standing in front of the tablet, shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Extend the production time by ten minutes. My eight-treasure chestnut pigeon hasn't been thickened yet." Jiang Feng responded in the same voice.
National Day is not only a challenge for all employees of Tai Fung House, but also a big challenge for the diners of Tai Fung House. The kings of limited-edition dishes who are free but not necessarily rich on weekdays all encountered Waterloo today. Almost at the same time when the ordering system was turned on, the waiters in the entire lobby heard more than one customer's "Fuck" and "Fuck". "Rub", "Nani", "Fuck", "mmp", for a while the whole hall of Tai Feng Building was as lively as a classroom where summer vacation homework is being handed out.
Unlike the lobby where people express their feelings directly, the diners in the private rooms are relatively more tactful.
"How is it, how is it? Have you grabbed it?" Mr. Zhou, a wealthy and free-drawn yam professional, looked at the tablet anxiously and kept asking Ouyang who was holding the tablet, "Ouyang, have you grabbed it?" Oh, you are serious, just say something and give me the tablet so I can take a look.”
"If you ask me, the ordering system here is too complicated. It doesn't say whether the order was successful or not. There's an exclamation mark here. Who knows if I got it or not." Ouyang, who once upgraded the game on his own, handed over the tablet. To Mr. Zhou.
Mr. Zhou took the tablet with a look of despair: "Ouyang, are you too old to be presbyopic? Didn't you see that the one under the exclamation mark is sold out?"
"I just said that I would order some, but you insisted on ordering some. You also said that you have very fast hands and helped your son grab some flash sales at home. Did you get there in seconds? What you grabbed was a flash sale limited to 10,000 copies. Come on!" Mr. Zhou, who had not grabbed the shredded yam, fired at Ouyang with resentment.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, do you want Babao Li Xiangge to be served now?" The young and beautiful waitress who had been standing quietly at the door watching the two diners about to quarrel joined the fight and interrupted. War situation.
"Come on now." Ouyang suddenly became excited. Seeing Mr. Zhou who was still a little angry, he comforted his old friend symbolically, "Okay, I'll order again tomorrow when you and your wife and children come over. You ordered last time." He didn’t let me order it. I was just curious, so I said I would grab it.”
"No matter how delicious the shredded yam is, it is just a dessert. What we are eating today is the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon."
"Where have you been since?" Mr. Zhou decided to shake hands and change the subject.
Ouyang took a sip from the lemonade on the table, frowned, turned to the waitress guarding the door and said, "Little sister, your lemonade is not good. Do you have tea?"
"What kind of tea do you want when you come to Tai Feng Building? If you want tea, go to Yonghe Ju. Waiter, please bring two cups of sour plum soup. I forgot to order something to drink when I made the reservation." Mr. Zhou said.
"What's so good about that sour plum soup?" Ouyang sneered at Mr. Zhou's hobby, but he didn't refuse. "If you ask me, Jubaolou herbal tea is better, especially in hot weather. The ones in other stores are better. There’s no comparison at all.”
Mr. Zhou smiled helplessly. He knew that Ouyang had been a Jubaolou fan since he had been eating Jubaolou since he was a kid. In his mind, Jubaolou is definitely the best restaurant in the world, and other restaurants have to step aside.
So why isn't he?
Mr. Zhou is an authentic Peiping native. His father is good friends with Ling Guangzhao’s father. He also grew up eating food from Babao Zhai. In his mind, Babao Zhai was the No. 1 restaurant in Peiping. What is Yongheju and Tongdeju? , Ruyifang and the like are simply not comparable.
What a pity.
Why.
Although Jubaolou is not as good as before, at least the signboard is still there, and its reputation is not bad with Mr. Sun in charge. Ouyang Tiantian boasts that Jubaolou is the No. 1 restaurant in Guangdong Province. Babao Zhai was completely in ruins. The master chef was not here and the taste of the dishes was completely different from before. Even if he wanted to brag about Babao Zhai with his eyes closed like Ouyang, he couldn't say it.
Ouyang saw that Mr. Zhou sighed inexplicably and didn't know what to say. The waiter came in with two cups of sour plum soup, so he decided to praise Jubaolou.
"Why are you so angry? I think you just didn't drink herbal tea because the weather was hot. If you went to Jubao Tower and drank herbal tea every day like me, you would definitely not sigh."
Mr. Zhou:? ? ?
Mr. Zhou decided to drink some sour plum soup to calm down.
"Little sister, this sour plum soup has been served. Why hasn't the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon been served yet?" Ouyang began to order the dishes.
He put down his business and came back from Australia just for the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon.
"The eight-treasure chestnut pigeon needs to be taken out of the pot and thickened. It should be served immediately. Please wait a moment and I will hurry you up." The waiter said.
After the waiter left, Ouyang praised it from the bottom of his heart: "Professional, even the waiter knows that Babao Chestnut Pigeon is thickened after it comes out of the pot."
"Hey." Ouyang thought of some news he had heard before and sighed involuntarily.
Hearing Ouyang's sigh, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but laugh: "Hey, you haven't gone to Jubaolou to drink herbal tea recently. You sigh like me. Are you having trouble talking in Australia? Do you want me to help you find it? Relationship? ”
Ouyang gave Mr. Zhou an expression that you wouldn't understand: "There is no problem with the business. If there is a problem, can I still have the free time to come back for dinner? I heard some rumors before, and Jubaolou may really want to go to the restaurant this time." The family is separated.”
Mr. Zhou immediately sat upright with a serious look on his face: "Separate the family? Ouyang, you can't say this nonsense. It doesn't matter if it is passed around by others or written by tabloid reporters. It means nothing if it comes from our mouths. It’s different.”
"I know, I thought it was a rumor at first, but I heard about it a few days ago."
"What happened?"
Even though there were only two of them left in the private room, Ouyang still lowered his voice: "Sun Changning (Second Uncle Sun Jikai) sold all his properties outside."
"Sold? Really or fake." Mr. Zhou couldn't believe it. Even the real estate was sold. Sun Changning wanted to go to heaven.
"Nine times out of ten, it's true. I got some rumors before the news spread. The price is said to be much lower than the market price. They must be in urgent need of money. He, Sun Changning, has never been involved in pornography, gambling or drugs in the past few decades. , living like a model student, how could he suddenly be so short of money that he loses money on real estate? They're all sold at low prices." Ouyang sneered, "The fighting between the two Sun brothers makes diners like me uneasy. You don't know how bad the quality of Jubaozhai's dishes has been recently. They are fighting among gods, and we don't care. All passers-by will suffer.”
Ouyang's words can be said to be filled with resentment.
"Mr. Sun doesn't care?" Mr. Zhou asked.
"Mr. Sun is hospitalized. As you know, old people, it is easy to get sick again and again. Mr. Sun's body has not recovered much since he was hospitalized last time. He doesn't even go to Jubaozhai very much. He has been recuperating. Otherwise, Sun Can Chang Ning play the role of a filial son and grandson and fight with his elder brother so blatantly?"
"This shouldn't be the case. Mr. Sun is only temporarily hospitalized and he may not be well all the time. Isn't Sun Changning afraid that Mr. Sun will have a good health and settle accounts with him later?" Mr. Zhou felt that things were not that simple.
"How can we settle accounts after we are all biological sons? The Huang family had trouble before..."
The conversation came to an abrupt end as the waiter pushed open the door.
"Babao Chestnut Pigeon, please use it slowly." The waiter brought the freshly cooked Babao Chestnut Pigeon to the table, "Do you want me to help you cut open the belly of the pigeon?"
"No, I'll do it myself." Ouyang took the knife from the waiter's hand.
Looking at the steaming eight-treasure chestnut pigeon in front of him, which at first glance looked no different from what Sun Guanyun had done back then, Ouyang sighed involuntarily and cut open the belly of the pigeon with a knife.
The fillings inside rolled out one after another, scattering half of the plate, and the rolled out fillings were covered with gravy.
It's as beautiful as a painting, making people reluctant to touch it.
Just like what Ouyang did when he ate eight-treasure chestnut pigeon for the first time in Jubao Tower.
Ouyang scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
Light but delicious, it seems to be the same as what I ate back then.
But it seemed like something was missing. It was obviously good, but not as good as in memory.
Things are different and people are different.
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