Chapter 556 Pot
He Yueru's donkey meat barbecue restaurant was no different from years ago. The heating was still on and off. When Jiang Feng first entered the store, he even suspected that their heating was broken.
The cold wind blew straight into his neck.
"Boss, three bowls of donkey soup and four fires." Jiang Feng said, scanning the QR code to pay.
The proprietress, He Yueru's mother, had long forgotten about Jiang Feng and his gang, and happily scooped three bowls of donkey soup for Jiang Feng: "Young man, if the heating is not working outside, go and sit inside. I'll call you when the fire is ready. ”
"Okay."
Jiang Feng, Ji Xia, and Wu Minqi walked inside carrying a bowl of donkey soup.
Because it was a working day and it was past meal time, there was only one table of customers at the very back of the store, a man and a woman, both of whom looked quite fat. There was no food on the table but a few pictures spread out. It looked like Talking about things.
Because of the long and strange structure of this shop, it became warmer as we went inside. Jiang Feng and the others walked to the penultimate table and sat down. As soon as they sat down, the three of them took a sip of donkey meat soup in unison.
Ji Xia also burped.
"If Xia Xia can't drink it, don't drink it. If you can't eat the donkey meat after it's burned, don't eat it." Jiang Feng warned.
Ji Xia felt that she could save a little more.
"Let me tell you, the best way is to sell the store next door and open up both sides, so that the shape and structure will be more beautiful. And I also asked your parents two days ago that they do have plans to buy the store next door. .If we follow the current structure, we want a simple and large design. It is difficult to be clear-minded. You see, the two design plans I gave you earlier will look a bit unconventional and inconsistent with the style of the donkey meat barbecue restaurant. If you want them to be simple and elegant, the overall look will be strange, and even more so. Not in line with the style of a donkey meat barbecue restaurant.”
"The current structure of your store looks like a long and narrow corridor. It is difficult to make others feel bright and generous. First of all, the light is a problem. And the color, your mother wants white, and your father wants yellow. You want green, these three colors cannot be combined together, you have to be sure, otherwise wouldn’t it become colorful black?”
Jiang Feng was happily drinking donkey offal soup, but as he drank it, he realized why the voice of the fat man behind him sounded so much like his dear brother De.
Turning around, he looked carefully and found that it was indeed Brother De.
Brother De took advantage of his work to come to the donkey meat barbecue restaurant to fish and eat secretly.
Wait, how can he use it?
Jiang Feng patted Brother De on the shoulder: "Brother De."
Jiang Zaide turned around and saw Jiang Feng sitting behind him again. Wu Minqi and Ji Xia were greatly surprised, and He Yueru was also very surprised to see the three of them.
"Brother, why don't you come and eat fire roast too? I remember the store is not open today?" Jiang Zaide asked.
"Go back when you're done eating." Jiang Feng took another big sip of donkey soup.
Jiang Zaide saw Jiang Feng drinking donkey soup and felt that all the food he had eaten downstairs in the company an hour ago had been digested. He turned to He Yueru and said, "Yueru, why don't we stop for a while? I haven't eaten yet." I’m having lunch. I’ll continue discussing the design plan with you after I have something to eat.”
He Yueru stood up quickly with an apology on her face: "Ah, Brother De, you haven't had lunch yet. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I asked my mother to make some fire roasts for you and bring them over. Do you want donkey meat soup or donkey offal?" Soup? Do you want some more donkey meat, donkey skin and donkey tendons?”
"Just have some of whatever you want." Jiang Zaide smiled.
"Then I'll get you some of everything." He Yueru ran to the front desk.
After He Yueru left, Jiang Feng asked in a low voice: "Why, the design plan didn't go smoothly?"
"Nothing goes wrong. It's just that Yueru's parents want to buy the store next door. If they buy it, they will need to make new plans. Their family just has some differences in color. Everything else is easy to talk about. Compared with It was much easier to design the houses I took over before, "Jiang Zaide said, "And their donkey meat is delicious, so it's not bad."
Jiang Feng:...
It didn't take long for He Yueru to come over with two plates of food. She also brought over the four donkey meat roasted that Jiang Feng ordered.
Ji Xia ate all the way and couldn't eat any more of the donkey meat after it was burned. Jiang Feng ate three and Wu Minqi ate one. When the three of them finished eating, Jiang Zaide was still feasting. He stood up to say goodbye to Jiang Zaide and He Yueru. The three of them left the Donkey Meat Burning Point and returned to Tai Feng Building to work.
The stipulated reporting time of Tai Feng Building is that lobby employees must arrive and clock in before 9:30 a.m., and kitchen employees must clock in before 2:00 noon. It was already past two o'clock when Jiang Feng and the other three arrived at Tai Feng Tower. The selfless Comrade Wang Xiulian deducted the wages of her own son and future daughter-in-law. Both Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi were ruthlessly penalized by her.
Jiang Feng did not forget to explain to Comrade Wang Xiulian the special situation of the two brothers Dong Shi and Dong Li, so that they could avoid the tragic fate of having their wages deducted on the first day of work in the new year.
Because it was only open for half a day on the first day of the New Year’s opening, many ingredients that needed to be prepared in advance were not processed in time, such as Ji Xue’s Watan Huadiao Chicken, Jiang Feng’s Eight-treasure Chestnut Pigeon, Li Hongzhang’s Chowder, and Jiang Weiming’s Cannonball Dolphin. Removal of items from menus marked as out of stock.
After a long annual leave, everyone who returns to work is inevitably a little distracted. When working, they discuss what they did at home during the Chinese New Year.
Wu Minqi worked as usual during the Chinese New Year, Zhang Guanghang expanded her social network while gathering information and staged a mission: Impossible, Dong Shi and Dong Li ate, slept, and drank in their hometown all day long, Sang Ming was addicted to mahjong and could not extricate himself, and Zhang Weiyu ran away from home to celebrate the New Year. Didn't go home.
"Huh? Did you run away from home during the New Year?" Jiang Feng stood next to Zhang Weiyu chopping vegetables and was shocked when he heard his unique way of celebrating the New Year.
"Yes, if I don't go to work, I will die of poverty in a foreign land." Zhang Weiyu looked listless, but his hands were chopping vegetables neatly.
Jiang Feng roughly calculated Zhang Weiyu's salary last year and determined that he was alarmist, but he still couldn't help but pry for information: "Why did you run away from home during the Chinese New Year?"
"Forced marriage?" Han Yigu came over curiously, holding a carrot.
"There are two carrots in your pot that have not been peeled cleanly." Jiang Feng pointed to the pot in front of him and directed Han Yigu to rework.
While Han Yigu was reworking, he did not forget to tilt his head towards Zhang Weiyu.
"It's not a forced marriage. I just graduated from college and why are my parents forcing me to get married?" Zhang Weiyu moved the carrot shreds on the chopping board into a basin. "As for work, they initially thought I was in a securities company or somewhere related to finance. I went to work, but I couldn’t hide it when I went back for the Chinese New Year. I told them that I was working as a chef here. My dad was immediately furious and wanted me to resign and go home.”
"I haven't told them that I'm just a cutter and not qualified to be a stove cook. Anyway, I didn't go home during the Chinese New Year this year. I was away from home."
Jiang Feng: "Your parents...are biased against the chef industry?"
Jiang Feng thought about it and felt that it was reasonable for Zhang Weiyu's parents to be angry. Zhang Weiyu, a top student in the Department of Finance at Kyoto University, went to Tai Feng Building to be a cutter cook, not even a stove cook. Think about it this way...
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No, Zhang Weiyu’s salary increase was higher than his own, so he didn’t suffer any loss!
"It's not that I'm biased or disdainful. He didn't agree with me studying finance from the beginning. My dad felt that I was willing to stay in Peiping and be a cook, so I might as well go home and work with him in blacksmithing and selling pots," said Zhang Weiyu.
Jiang Feng nodded: "Well, indeed, you might as well go back and fight with your dad...forging?!"
"Blacksmithing?" Jiang Feng couldn't believe his ears and repeated it.
"Well, my family's ancestral blacksmithing skills specialize in iron pots, Zhang Ji Iron Pot, have you heard of it?" Zhang Weiyu said, "It's quite famous in my area. It's hard to find a pot made by my father."
Jiang Feng:...
Unexpectedly, the blacksmithing skill in Zhang Weiyu's skill column in the employee attributes is actually this blacksmithing skill.
"Is the iron pot your dad made useful?" Jiang Feng asked.
"It should be very easy to use. It's because it heats evenly or something. Anyway, it's better than what's sold on the market." Zhang Weiyu said, "Many chefs from our restaurants over there made a special trip to my dad to buy the pot."
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Jiang Feng was moved.
I don’t know why my heart is beating, maybe it’s the instinct of a cook. Just like Jiang Jiankang's heart is moved when he sees a kitchen knife, Ji Yue's heart is moved when he sees a new dress, Ji Xia's heart is moved when he sees meat, and Wu Minqi is moved when she sees high-quality fresh ingredients.
All in all, one sentence: buy it!
"Um, your dad, no, I mean uncle, have you been busy lately?" Jiang Feng showed a smile.
"Brother Feng, these carrots are peeled." Han Yigu walked towards Jiang Feng holding a basin.
"Then go and see if the potatoes are finished peeling." Jiang Feng looked at Zhang Weiyu with an expectant expression, "If you're not busy, can you help me make a batch of pots?"
"I have heard before that the iron pots handmade by highly skilled masters are much better than those sold in the world. Look, is this true? After all, opportunities are rare, and father and son can never have an overnight feud."
“Let’s get in touch!”
Zhang Weiyu:...(End of Chapter)