At 11:30, Taifeng Building officially opened for business.

The system can start ordering from 11:30 a.m., and the regulars of Taifeng Building will generally sit down before 11:30 a.m. to choose the dishes if they have enough time, especially if they want to grab silk yams and pure meat wontons. Li Hongzhang's chowder is a little better, there are so many people who eat it, and occasionally it can't be sold.

Today is destined to be a day of particularly fierce competition between silk yam and pure meat wontons, and the midday business has not yet started. The VIP box on the third floor has an occupancy rate of 70%.

"Dididi...... Didi"

"Master, 6 parts of silk yam and 3 parts of pure meat wontons!" Ji Xia, who was guarding in front of the tablet, shouted at the top of his voice.

"You extend the production time by ten minutes, and the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon on my side has not yet been thickened. Jiang Feng also responded with a loud voice.

The National Day is not only a challenge for all the staff of Taifeng Building, but also a great challenge for the diners of Taifeng Building. Almost at the same time as the ordering system was opened, the waiters in the entire lobby heard more than one customer's "lean", "rub", "nani", "slot", "mmp", and for a while, the entire Taifeng Building hall was as lively as a classroom with summer vacation homework.

Unlike the straightforward halls, the diners in the private rooms are much more tactful.

"How's that, how is it? Did you grab it?" Mr. Zhou, a rich and idle yam professional, looked at the tablet with an anxious face, and kept asking Ouyang who was holding the tablet, "Ouyang, did you grab it?" Oh, you are really, you squeak, give me the tablet for me to see." ”

"If you want me to say that the ordering system of this house is too complicated, I don't say whether the ordering is successful or not, an exclamation point is here, who knows if I grabbed it. Ouyang, who had upgraded the game brush by himself, handed the tablet to Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou took the tablet with a desperate face: "Ouyang, you are not old enough to be presbyopia, don't you see that the exclamation mark is sold out?"

"I just said that I will come to the point, you are biased, and what do you say that you are very fast and help your son at home to grab something or something, are you there in seconds? You are grabbing a limited edition of 10,000 copies!" Mr. Zhou, who didn't grab the silk yam, fired at Ouyang angrily.

"Two gentlemen, excuse me, do you need to go on the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon now?" The young and beautiful waiter, who had been standing quietly at the door and watching the two diners about to quarrel, joined the battle and interrupted the battle.

"Now on. Ouyang was suddenly excited, looking at Mr. Zhou, who was still a little angry, symbolically comforting his old friend, "Okay, tomorrow when you and your wife and children come over, you didn't let me order last time, I'm not curious, that's why I said I came to grab it." ”

"No matter how delicious the yam is, it is a dessert, and we are here to eat the eight treasure chestnut pigeons today. ”

"Where haven't you been here to eat?" Mr. Zhou decided to shake hands and change the subject.

Ouyang took a sip of the lemonade on the table, frowned, turned his head and said to the waiter who was guarding the door: "Little sister, this lemonade in your house is not good, is there any tea?"

"What kind of tea do you drink when you come to Taifeng Building? If you want to drink tea, you go to Yongheju." Waiter, two cups of sour plum soup, I forgot to drink when I booked. Mr. Zhou said.

"What is so delicious about sour plum soup, that thing is sour. Ouyang scoffed at Mr. Zhou's hobby, but did not refuse, "If you want me to say, it is still Jubaolou herbal tea that is delicious, especially on hot days, and there is no comparison in other stores." ”

Mr. Zhou smiled helplessly, he knew that Ouyang had eaten from the snack treasure building to the big one, and he was a treasure house blower. In his heart, Jubaolou is definitely the world's number one restaurant, and other shops have to stand aside.

Why not?

Mr. Zhou is an authentic Beiping person, his father and Ling Guangzhao's father are friends, he also grew up eating Babaozhai's food, once in his heart Babaozhai is the first restaurant in Beiping, what Yongheju, Tongdeju, Ruyifang and the like are not comparable at all.

It's a pity.

Ay.

Although the treasure building is not as good as before, but at least the signboard is still there, and the reputation of the old man Sun is not too bad. Babaozhai is completely inadequate, the master is not there, and the taste of the dishes is completely different from the original, even if he wants to brag about Babaozhai with his eyes closed like Ouyang, he can't say it.

Ouyang saw that Mr. Zhou sighed inexplicably, and didn't know what to say, just as the waiter came in with two cups of sour plum soup, he decided to praise Jubaolou.

"It's good to talk about it, I think you just haven't drunk herbal tea when it's hot, if you go to Jubaolou and herbal tea every day like me, you will definitely not sigh." ”

Mr. Zhou: ???

Mr. Zhou decided to take a sour plum soup to calm down.

"Little sister, this sour plum soup has been served, why hasn't the eight treasure chestnut pigeons been served yet?" Ouyang began to urge the vegetables.

He put down his business and came back from Australia specifically for the Eight Treasures Chestnut Pigeon.

"The eight treasure chestnut pigeons need to be thickened out of the pot again, and it should be served immediately, please wait a little longer, and I will urge you." The waiter said.

After the waiter left, Ouyang praised from the bottom of his heart: "Professional, even the waiter knows that the eight treasure chestnut pigeons are thickened after waiting for the pot to come out." ”

"Hey. Ouyang thought of some of the news he had heard before, and couldn't help but sigh.

Hearing Ouyang's sigh, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but laugh: "Yo, you haven't been to Jubaolou to drink herbal tea recently, what kind of sigh is it like me." Do you want me to help you find a relationship?"

Ouyang gave Mr. Zhou an expression that you don't understand: "There is no problem in business, if there is a problem, I can still have this spare time to come back for dinner?" I heard some gossip before, Jubaolou may really be separated this time." ”

Mr. Zhou suddenly sat upright, with a serious face: "Ouyang, you can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, this kind of thing is spread by others or written by those tabloid reporters is nothing, if it comes out of our mouths, the meaning will be different." ”

"I know, I thought it was a myth at first, but I heard about it the other day. ”

"What's the matter?"

Even though there were only the two of them left in the private room, Ouyang still lowered his voice: "Sun Changning (Sun Jikai's second uncle) sold all the properties he had outside. ”

"Sold? Mr. Zhou couldn't believe it, he even sold his real estate, Sun Changning wanted to go to heaven.

"Nine times out of ten, it's true, I received some rumors before the news came out, the price is said to be much lower than the market price, and it must be in urgent need of money. He, Sun Changning, has not been involved in pornography, gambling and drugs for decades, and he lives like a model student, how could he suddenly lack money and deal with real estate at a low price. Ouyang sneered, "The fighting method of the two brothers of the Sun family has made diners like me uneasy." You don't know how far the quality of Jubaozhai's dishes has dropped recently, they are fighting with immortals, and we irrelevant passers-by have suffered. ”

Ouyang's words can be said to be full of resentment.

"Don't worry about Mr. Sun?" asked Mr. Zhou.

"Mr. Sun is hospitalized, the old man knows, it is easy to recur once you get sick. Sun Lao's body hasn't recovered much since he was hospitalized last time, and he hasn't even gone to Jubaozhai much, and has been recuperating, otherwise Sun Changning can play the role of his filial son and grandson so blatantly fighting with his eldest brother?"

"This shouldn't be, Sun Lao is only temporarily hospitalized and hasn't been doing well, so Sun Changning is not afraid that Sun Lao will settle accounts with him after the autumn?" Mr. Zhou felt that things were not so simple.

"It's all their own son......s, how can they settle accounts after the autumn?

As the waiter pushed the door in, the conversation came to an abrupt end.

"Eight treasure chestnut pigeons, please use slowly. The waitress brought the freshly cooked chestnut pigeon to the table, "Do you need me to help you cut 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 pigeons in front of him, which were full of color and fragrance, and at first glance looked no different from what Sun Guanyun had done back then, Ouyang couldn't help but sigh and cut open the pigeon's belly with a knife.

The fillings inside rolled out one after another, scattering a small half of the plate, and the stuffing that rolled out was stained with sauce.

It's as beautiful as a painting, and people are reluctant to move the spoon.

Just like when Ouyang first ate Babao chestnut pigeons in Jubaolou.

Ouyang scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

It is light but delicious, and it seems to be the same as what I ate back then.

But it seems that something is missing, and it is obviously very good, but it is not as good as what I remember.

Changed.