Chapter 476 Father’s love is like a mountain
In just half an afternoon, everyone in the back kitchen of Tai Feng House knew the good news that they would have a holiday before the Lunar New Year, and the annual leave would be extended to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and they would not have to go to work on the last day to hold the annual meeting.
All Tai Feng Building employees are swimming in a sea of happiness, just like college students who are about to go on winter vacation without final exams or homework during the winter vacation and the school also pays bonuses.
When employees are happy, customers are naturally sad. Whether you are a new customer or a regular customer, these days you are actually looking forward to Tai Fung House’s New Year’s Eve dinner menu. As long as there is no shortage of money, everyone doesn't mind spending a little more to have a sumptuous and delicious New Year's Eve dinner at their favorite restaurant that will not disappoint their friends.
As a result, the expectant guests got the news that Tai Feng House would be closed from the Chinese New Year to the Lantern Festival.
This kind of news is like a bolt from the blue to some people who treat Tai Feng Tower as a canteen, such as Han Guishan, who is not short of money. Even when eating, they can't help but sigh. They wanted to pull out the boss of Tai Feng House and pry open his brain to see what was inside, and then teach him what business was.
As a high-end restaurant, how can it not do New Year business!
How can you have money but not make any money? How can you force money but not make any money!
Han Guishan sat in the box on the second floor, looked at the pickled vegetable dumplings in his hands and sighed deeply.
Wang Jing raised her head and glanced at Han Guishan, scooped out a spoonful of mapo tofu, and took two sips of soy milk.
The mapo tofu with white tofu and red soup on the table is sprinkled with a large amount of Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers. It is clearly Wu Minqi's unreserved creation.
Since the publication of "Zhiwei", Tai Feng Restaurant has had many more customers coming from other places just to try the dishes written by Xu Cheng in "Zhiwei". Every day, many customers are so spicy that Wu Minqi's Mao Xuewang and Mapo Tofu are so spicy that they burst into tears and are so numb that they are speechless for a moment. By the way, Tai Feng Lou's juice sales have doubled, and Comrade Wang Xiulian wants to hold a meeting to praise her. Let’s take a look at Wu Minqi’s outstanding behavior of contributing to the store. For this reason, Comrade Wang Xiulian also specially changed the menu and added two options (normally spicy/a little spicy) after Wu Minqi's dishes.
Ever since Wu Minqi watched "Knowing the Taste", the seal on her body seemed to have been unlocked. Normally when cooking, I would give some thought to the spicy taste of the customers in Peiping. Now when cooking, I just do it myself. Sometimes when Jiang Feng is cooking next to her, he will feel the spicy smell coming into his wok. .
Han Guishan took a bite of the pickled vegetable dumplings, and the taste was still familiar, the same feeling of cutting his throat, and the same feeling of filling his stomach.
Han Guishan sighed again.
Wang Jing couldn't bear it and put down her chopsticks. The moment the wooden chopsticks touched the porcelain plate, they made a crisp sound.
"Old Han, just eat well and don't let me sigh all day long. You have been like this since the past two days. Who do you show when you sigh every day while eating?" Wang Jing said angrily.
Han Youxin took advantage of Wang Jing's anger and quietly threw half of the pickled vegetable dumpling under the table. He quickly stood up and picked up a large piece of braised lamb on the table, chewing happily.
Han Youxin thought that he had done everything perfectly, but he didn't know that Wang Hao, who was guarding the door and thinking about the copywriting, had already seen through everything.
In sharp contrast to the Tai Feng Building employees who have been waiting for the annual meeting and holidays every day, and who have been looking forward to happy work every day since Wang Xiulian announced the annual meeting on the 16th and the 17th, Wang Hao is Wang Hao.
Wang Hao’s paid annual leave this year is only 3 days and 6 hours.
Although he is only an intern and has not graduated yet, logically he does not need to be treated like a regular employee. But because Wang Hao often came to Tai Feng Tower to work as a waiter to look for inspiration, he was very good at writing advertising copy. In just a few months of internship, he had already completed three copies brilliantly and won the respect of his leadership. Wang Hao now only needs to finish writing his graduation thesis, so that he can sign a formal employment contract after graduating from university and become a real 996 who works overtime and stays up all night and loses his hair.
The biggest problem Wang Hao faces now is his graduation thesis.
As an outstanding student of the new century who is on the verge of failing a course and is only able to write copywriting and nonsense novels but not a thesis, Wang Hao's graduation thesis is undoubtedly a roadblock on his way to a great future.
Therefore, today Wang Hao did not simply come to Tai Feng Building to work as a waiter to find inspiration. He came to Tai Feng Building as a waiter to find inspiration with a purpose.
He needed to find Jiang Feng, no, his dearest and most beloved father, and ask his father to help him introduce Professor Li to help him with his graduation thesis.
Wang Hao is currently drafting in his mind, thinking about how to find a deserted corner to talk to Jiang Feng about their years of friendship and the ever-present father-son relationship after meeting Jiang Feng during the lunch break. Then it leads to the following and successfully found Professor Li for help.
Wang Hao's thoughts gradually drifted away, and he no longer paid attention to Han Youxin throwing a few pickled vegetable dumplings under the table.
"Hey, honey, today is already the 14th!" Han Guishan looked sad, as if the company's stock price had evaporated by a small amount overnight.
"What happened to No. 14?" Wang Jing disagreed and picked up another piece of eel that was full of hair and blood.
Han Youxin followed suit and wanted to pick up eels, but Wang Jing stopped him with chopsticks: "Xinxin, you can't eat this dish because it's too spicy."
Han Youxin: QAQ
Han Guishan glanced at Wang Jing and didn't notice that the pickled vegetable dumpling in Han Youxin's hand had disappeared: "Hey, my wife, you don't understand."
Wang Jing smiled helplessly: "I don't understand. Isn't it just that tomorrow is the last day of business for Tai Feng Restaurant? It's not closed. Why, you can't find a place to eat during the Chinese New Year?" There are so many large and small restaurants in Peiping that you can still be hungry? I can just cook for you. I'm not telling you. It costs money to hire a chef at home. It's better for you to go to Tai Feng Building to eat every day than to hire a chef. Cheaper? ”
Wang Jing drank the last sip of soy milk. She wanted to pour another glass but found that the bottle was gone. She turned to Wang Hao and said, "I'm sorry, please bring me another bottle of soy milk."
"Okay, please wait a moment." Wang Hao went out to get soy milk for Wang Jing.
Han Guishan felt uncomfortable at the thought of not being able to eat pickled vegetable dumplings from the day after tomorrow until the Lantern Festival.
When his family was poor, he could only eat pickled dumplings during the Chinese New Year. Now that he is rich, the situation has reversed, and he cannot eat pickled dumplings during the Chinese New Year.
How could Han Guishan not be sad?
The sad Han Guishan decided to order all the pickled vegetable dumplings tomorrow, pack them home, put them in the freezer of the refrigerator, and eat them slowly, hoping to eat them until the end of the Lantern Festival.
Reinvigorated, Han Guishan decided to have a good meal.
"By the way, should we go back to Shencheng for the Chinese New Year today?" Wang Jing didn't have any soy milk to drink, and she didn't even want to eat spicy food. She was idle and decided to disturb Han Guishan and let him chat with her.
"Go back, haven't you made an agreement with Ninth Sister and Tenth Sister to go back on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year? Last year, when I went back to burn incense, I made an agreement with my parents in front of the tomb. This year, I have to go back to burn incense for them. Of course I have to go back. ." Han Guishan said.
Wang Jing nodded: "It's still the same as before. When I go back to my house on the second day of the Lunar New Year, I don't think I'll eat the New Year's Eve dinner outside. Moving from City A to Peking this year is considered a move to a new house. The first year's New Year's Eve dinner will still be served by me. Do it yourself.”
"Okay, I'll listen to you, wife." Han Guishan agreed readily.
As long as he could fry the beans and not eat them and go to the hospital, he could do anything, but Han Youxin was pitiful. Han Guishan suddenly remembered that his son hadn't tasted his fucking craft for several years.
It’s time to let my son remember the bitter and sweet things and know how delicious pickled vegetable dumplings are.
Thinking of this, Han Guishan lovingly gave Han Youxin a large piece of sweet and sour pork ribs: "Youxin, eat more."
Han Youxin was so flattered that he stuffed the ribs into his mouth very cooperatively, and his small mouth was tightly wrapped.
At this moment, Han Youxin not only tasted the sweet and sour taste of the sweet and sour spareribs, the meaty taste of the spareribs, and the flavor of the sauce, but also the strong father's love.
After a year, his father finally gave him meat instead of vegetable dumplings!
Han Youxin spit out the bones, swallowed the meat, and shouted excitedly: "Dad, I love you!"
By the way, I also completed the winter vacation homework assigned by the teacher.
Han Guishan blushed. He didn't expect that his son would be so excited just by giving him a piece of pork ribs. He couldn't help but reflect on whether it was because he was busy with work and had no time to accompany his son, which caused his son to lack fatherly love.
"You Xin, are you full?" Han Guishan asked lovingly.
Han Youxin shook his head decisively.
Han Guishan looked at the dining table.
There is still half a plate of mapo tofu, not much left of Maoxuewang, the sweet and sour pork ribs are almost untouched, there is still more than half of the plate of braised lamb, and there are still three pickled vegetable dumplings.
He wanted to pack these three pickled vegetable dumplings and take them home and put them in the freezer to eat later.
Han Guishan hesitated.
Han Guishan decided.
Everything is for my son.
Han Guishan picked up a pickled vegetable dumpling, put it into Han Youxin's bowl, and touched his little head.
"If you're not full, eat another vegetable dumpling. This store will be closed the day after tomorrow and won't open until after the Lantern Festival. After tomorrow, Youxin, you won't be able to eat it even if you want to." (End of Chapter)