It's just half an afternoon's work, and all the people in the back kitchen of Taifeng Building know that there must be a holiday before the new year, and the annual leave has been put on the fifteenth day of the first month, and there is no need to go to work on the last day to hold the good news of the annual meeting.

All the employees of Taifeng Building are swimming in the ocean of happiness, like college students who have no final exams and no homework during the winter vacation, and the school also pays bonuses.

When the staff rejoices, the guests naturally grieve. Whether it is a new customer or an old customer, these days are actually looking forward to the menu of Taifeng Building's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. As long as the money is not bad, everyone doesn't mind spending more money to eat a hearty and delicious meal in their favorite restaurant and can also have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner without losing face in the circle of friends.

As a result, the expectant guests got the news that Taifeng Building had not been open since childhood.

This kind of news is tantamount to a thunderbolt on a sunny day for some people who eat Taifeng Building as a canteen, such as Han Guishan, who is not bad for money, and even when eating, they can't help but sigh. They can't wait to pull out the owner of Tai Fung Building, pry his brain open to see what is inside, and then teach him what business is by the way.

As a high-end restaurant, how can you not do New Year's business!

How can you have money and not make money, how can you force money not to make money!

Han Guishan sat in the box on the second floor, looked at the pickled vegetable dumplings in his hand and sighed deeply.

Wang Jing glanced up at Han Guishan, scooped a spoonful of mapo tofu, and drank two sips of soy milk.

The mapo tofu sprinkled with a lot of peppercorns and chili peppers in the white tofu and red soup on the table is Wu Minqi's unreserved and all-out work.

Since the publication of "Zhiwei", Taifeng Lou has had many guests who have come from other places just to taste the dishes written by Xu Cheng on Zhiwei. Every day, many guests are spicy to tears by Wu Minqi's Mao Xuewang and Mapo tofu, and they are so numb that they are speechless for a while, and the sales of juice in Taifeng Building have increased several times, so happy that Comrade Wang Xiulian wants to hold a special meeting to praise Wu Minqi's outstanding behavior of contributing to the store. For this reason, Comrade Wang Xiulian also deliberately changed the menu and added two options (general spicy/slightly spicy) to the back of Wu Minqi's dishes.

Since Wu Minqi watched "Knowing Taste", the seal on her body seems to have been unlocked. Usually when cooking, I will also think a little about the spicy tolerance of the guests in Beiping, but now when I cook, I am completely myself, Jiang Feng sometimes thinks that the spicy smell wafts into her wok.

Han Guishan took a bite of the pickled vegetable dumplings, it was still a familiar taste, a familiar throat cut, and a familiar stomach.

Han Guishan sighed again.

Wang Jing couldn't bear to put down the chopsticks, and the moment the wooden chopsticks touched the porcelain plate, there was a crisp sound.

"Old Han, just eat well, don't sigh for me all day long. You've been like this since the last two days, who do you sigh at dinner every day?" Wang Jing said angrily.

Han Youxin took advantage of Wang Jing's anger to see and threw the only half of the pickled vegetable dumplings in his hand under the table, quickly stood up and grabbed a large piece of red braised mutton on the table, and munched happily.

Han Youxin thought that he had done all this seamlessly, but he didn't know that Wang Hao, who was guarding this door and thinking about copywriting, had already seen through everything.

In stark contrast to the employees of Taifeng Building, who are waiting for the annual meeting and holidays every day, since Wang Xiulian announced the annual meeting on the 16th and the 17th holiday, they are looking forward to the happy work of the holiday every day.

Wang Hao's paid annual leave this year is only 3 days and 6 hours.

Although he is only an intern and has not yet graduated, it stands to reason that he does not need to be like a regular employee. However, Wang Hao often comes to Taifeng Building as a waiter to find inspiration, and the advertising copy is particularly good, and he has completed three copywriting excellently in just a few months of internship, which is deeply respected by the leadership. Wang Hao now only needs to finish his graduation thesis, and after graduating from college, he can sign a formal employment contract, and become a real 996 who works overtime and stays up late to lose hair.

Now the biggest problem Wang Hao faces is his graduation thesis.

As an excellent student in the new century who can only write copywriting and nonsense and can't write a thesis, the graduation thesis is undoubtedly an obstacle on Wang Hao's road to a great future.

Therefore, today Wang Hao did not simply come to Taifeng Building as a waiter to find inspiration, he came to Taifeng Building to be a waiter to find inspiration by the way.

He needs to come to Jiang Feng, no, it is his dearest and beloved father, let his father help him introduce Professor Li to help him guide his graduation thesis.

Wang Hao is now thinking about how to find a no-man's corner to talk to him about the friendship between them for many years and the father-son relationship that is not there when he meets Jiang Feng after meeting him at noon. Then lead to the following, and successfully find Professor Li for help.

Wang Hao's thoughts gradually drifted away, and he didn't pay any more attention to Han Youxin and still had a few pickled vegetable dumplings under the table.

"Hey, wife, it's the 14th today!" Han Guishan looked sad, as if the company's stock price had evaporated a small target overnight.

"What's wrong with the 14th?" Wang Jing disagreed, and sandwiched another piece of eel in the hairy blood.

Han Youxin also wanted to clip eel, but was stopped by Wang Jing with chopsticks: "Xinxin, this dish is too spicy for you to eat." ”

Han Yuxin: QAQ

Han Guishan glanced at Wang Jing, and didn't notice that the pickled vegetable dumplings in Han Youxin's hand were gone: "Hey, wife, you don't understand." ”

Wang Jing smiled helplessly: "I don't understand anything, isn't it that Taifeng Building will be open tomorrow on the last day of the year? Why, can you still find a place to eat during the Chinese New Year? There are so many restaurants in Beiping, big and small, and you can still be hungry? Is it okay for me to cook for you, I just said that it costs money to hire a chef at home, and it is cheaper for you to come to Taifeng Building to eat every day than to hire a chef?"

Wang Jing drank the last sip of soy milk, wanted to pour another cup and found that the bottle was gone, turned to Wang Hao and said, "I'm sorry, please bring another bottle of soy milk." ”

"Okay, wait a minute. Wang Hao went out to get soy milk for Wang Jing.

Thinking that he would not be able to eat pickled vegetable dumplings from the day after tomorrow until the Lantern Festival, Han Guishan felt uncomfortable.

Originally, when his family was poor, he could only eat pickled vegetable dumplings during the Chinese New Year, but now that he is rich, it is the other way around, and he can't eat pickled vegetable dumplings as long as he is Chinese New Year.

This is called, how can Han Guishan not be sad.

The sad Han Guishan decided to finish all the pickled vegetable dumplings tomorrow, pack them home, put them in the refrigerator and freezer to eat them slowly, and strive to eat them until the end of the Lantern Festival.

Han Guishan, who was reinvigorated, decided to eat well.

"By the way, do we want to go back to Shencheng for the Chinese New Year today?" Wang Jing didn't have soy milk to drink, and he didn't even want to eat spicy dishes, so he decided to disturb Han Guishan and let him chat with him.

"Go back, didn't you agree with the ninth sister and the tenth sister before? When I went back to offer incense last year, I told my parents at the grave that I would have to go back and offer them incense this year, of course. Han Guishan said.

Wang Jing nodded: "That's still the same, when I go back to my house in the second year of junior high school, I don't think I can eat out for Chinese New Year's Eve." Moving from City A to Beiping this year is also a new house, and the first year's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is still cooked by me. ”

"Okay, listen to your wife. Han Guishan agreed very happily.

As long as he can fry the beans and not eat them in the hospital, he can do anything, but pity Han Youxin, Han Guishan suddenly remembered that his son hadn't tasted his fucking craft for several years.

It's time for my son to remember how delicious the pickled gnocchi are.

Thinking of this, Han Guishan lovingly sandwiched a large piece of sweet and sour pork ribs for Han Youxin: "Youxin, eat more." ”

Han Youxin was flattered and stuffed the ribs into his mouth very cooperatively, and a small mouth was tightly wrapped.

At this moment, Han Youxin not only tasted the sweet and sour pork ribs, the meat flavor of the pork ribs, the sauce flavor, but also the strong fatherly love.

It's been a year, and Dad 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's old face turned red, he didn't expect that his son was so excited by just sandwiching a piece of ribs for his son, and he couldn't help but reflect on whether he was busy with work and had no time to accompany his son during this time, which caused his son to lack fatherly love so much.

"Youxin, have you eaten enough?" asked Han Guishan lovingly.

Han Youxin shook his head decisively.

Han Guishan looked at the dining table.

There is still half a plate of mapo tofu, there is not much left of Mao Xuewang, the sweet and sour pork ribs are almost not moved, there is still half a plate of red stewed mutton, and there are three pickled vegetable dumplings.

He wanted to pack these three pickled vegetable dumplings and put them in the freezer to eat slowly later.

Han Guishan hesitated.

Han Guishan decided.

It's all for the son.

Han Guishan picked up a pickled vegetable dumpling and put it in Han Youxin's bowl, and touched his little head.

"If you are not full, you will eat another vegetable dumpling, this shop will close the day after tomorrow, and it will not be open until after the Lantern Festival, and after tomorrow, I believe that you will not be able to eat even if you want to. ”