Early the next morning, Jiang Feng went downstairs to discuss with Comrade Wang Xiulian about introducing the pickles made by Ji Yue's mother into Taifeng Building.

When I went, I was just in time for the meal, Comrade Jiang Jiankang was using the unknown where it came from, eighty percent I heard Jiang Feng say last night that this pickle was used for fried rice and was particularly delicious, so the leftovers cooked temporarily made pickled fried rice, and as soon as Jiang Feng entered, he smelled the familiar smell of pickled fried rice.

Comrade Wang Xiulian had already nibbled corn at the table.

Seeing Jiang Feng coming, Comrade Wang Xiulian put down the corn in her hand and asked, "Son, is there anything wrong with coming so early?"

"Mom, I discussed it with Ji Yue last night, and now I want to discuss with you about whether the pickles made by her mother can be added to our store's supply list. Jiang Feng got straight to the point.

Wang Xiulian waved her hand, glanced at the kitchen, and was very sensible: "I'll talk about it after eating." ”

Within two minutes, the pickled fried rice was out of the pot.

In the matter of fried rice, Jiang Feng and Zhang Guanghang together are not as good as Jiang Jiankang, who has more than 20 years of experience in running healthy snacks, and Jiang Jiankang's fried rice in a wok, is more than the rice that Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide have eaten combined.

Jiang Jiankang brought a large pot of fried rice to the table.

Jiang Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

Jiang Jiankang not only added pickled vegetables when he fried rice, but also added shrimp and shredded meat, and Jiang Feng saw no less than 7 shrimps on the surface alone, and the shredded meat and pickled vegetables buried in the fried rice were intertwined to exude an attractive fragrance.

"Have you eaten yet? If you don't eat, you can eat together, your mother hasn't eaten much for weight loss recently. Jiang Jiankang said.

"Didn't eat, didn't eat. Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Feng deeply felt that Comrade Jiang Jiankang was really unspeakable, and he wanted to fry this kind of criminal fried rice for her when he knew that Comrade Wang Xiulian had lost weight, and he couldn't stand it as their son!

Jiang Feng decided to lead by example, be willing to be a filial son, and help Comrade Wang Xiulian eat fried rice.

Not only did he eat, but he also called Wu Minqi to come down and eat together.

If these juniors eat more, Comrade Wang Xiulian will eat less, and Comrade Wang Xiulian will eat less meat.

What a touching mother-son relationship.

A pot of fried rice went down to the stomachs of 4 people, Wang Xiulian directly skimmed Jiang Feng to find Ji Yue to ask for her mother's WeChat and phone calls, and used practical actions to prove what it means to be an adult's business, and children should not interfere.

Although it is indeed a bit greasy, high-calorie and unhealthy to eat fried rice with such rich ingredients in the morning, the feeling of the perfect fusion of meat, pickled vegetables and rice grains makes Jiang Feng still miss it even when he and Wu Minqi are on the way to work.

"Kiki, why don't we cook some leftovers tonight and eat fried rice tomorrow morning?" Jiang Feng proposed.

Wu Minqi was moved, but she quickly hesitated again. She remembered that after waiting for Jiang Feng to go out this morning, she said that she had secretly weighed her weight.

"I don't like to eat in the morning, so you can eat. Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng: ?

My Kiki still has this habit, why didn't I find out before?

"Then let's not do it, tomorrow we will bring the pickles to the store and try to fry them with lard residue to see how it tastes." Jiang Feng said.

"Hmm. Wu Minqi nodded, already having other thoughts in her heart.

It's time to ask Aunt Wang how the gym she frequents is.

......

Today is the day when Ji Yue returns to work and is tired of becoming a dog, and it is also a day when nothing happens.

The next day, Jiang Feng took half a jar of pickles to Taifeng Building, preparing to make a plate of pickles and fried lard residue after the business ended at noon, and try how versatile the pickles made by Ji Yue's mother were.

The introduction of pickles is progressing rapidly, if it was the first two years, Ji Yue's mother would definitely not look down on such a small business as selling pickles. But now is different from the past, Ji Yue's mother was even ready to go to the street with her second sister-in-law to set up a stall to sell pickles, and suddenly received an order with a reasonable price, high demand and stable business, and even agreed.

Comrade Wang Xiulian is responsible for discussing the price and supply with Ji Yue's mother, and Ji Yue's second aunt is responsible for solving various procedures and transportation problems. After all, Ji Yue's two uncles were originally in the pickle business, and the second aunt was also a person who traveled north and south with pickles back then, and this aspect is still clear.

Unlike Jiang Feng, who only thought about using pickles for fried rice, Comrade Wang Xiulian, a professional profiteer, had various methods and methods of selling pickled vegetables in his mind when he tasted the first bite of fried rice. Not only limited to stir-frying, fried rice, and side dishes with porridge, Comrade Wang Xiulian is also ready to take pickles as a small gift for senior VIP members in September, and each person will be given a small can, and then they can start selling in limited quantities every day in October, with a posture of making the pickle business bigger and stronger.

These things are not what Jiang Feng has to worry about, what he is more worried about now is that there seems to be no lard residue in the back kitchen.

Does he really want to stay in the back kitchen at noon to boil lard residue for a pickled dish?

Jiang Feng fell into deep thought.

"Brother Feng, pure meat wontons, two servings, ah no, three servings. The kitchen staff in the back kitchen of the unknown Taifeng Building, who was close to the slab, shouted.

"Got it. ”

The battle between pure meat wontons and silk yams at noon every day is about to start again, but today is a little different.

Hu Li observed closely for so many days, and finally found the guest who had ordered pure meat wontons before and ordered pure meat wontons today at table A11, and hurriedly ran to the small window of the food table

In addition to entering the kitchen through the door, only the cold food table and the food window are open to the public.

"Sister Tang Tang, can you please go and tell the little boss that the guest he told me to pay attention to before is now at table A11. Hu Li is well aware of the rules that idle people cannot enter the back kitchen at will, especially during business hours.

"Okay, you wait a minute. Tang Tang put down the knife in his hand and called someone.

Hu Li turned to wait next to the door of the back kitchen.

Within two minutes, Jiang Feng came out.

"Are you sure you saw the guest who ordered the pure meat wonton before?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Sure, at table A11, the two boys came together, and he ordered the pure meat wonton last time. He is a ******, single eyelids, natural curly hair, wearing a white shirt with black edges and black cropped pants, and very white skin, and he looks more decadent. Hu Li said.

Jiang Feng: ......

Girl, it's really condescending for you not to do intelligence work.

"Hu Li, then please help me keep him, for any reason. Or you can tell him directly that I am doing surveys and statistics, and you can give drinks and snacks or something, and then come and call me when he finishes eating. Jiang Feng said.

"Okay, little boss, don't worry, it's no problem. Hu Li responded.

About half an hour later, Hu Li came over to find Jiang Feng again.

Jiang Feng entrusted his remaining dishes to Comrade Jiang Jiankang for frying, and the price on the ordering system Jiang Jiankang was worth more than Jiang Feng, and the guests did not lose money.

Jiang Feng walked to the ordering table, pressed the button to pause work behind his name, and went to the lobby in the work clothes of the back kitchen of Taifeng Building.

It is not uncommon for the chef in the back kitchen to suddenly come to the lobby in Taifeng Building, and customers are accustomed to it, because the two old men often come out to enjoy the shade, and by the way, enjoy the scene of customers coming to the lobby.

Jiang Feng walked to the edge of the A11 table and quickly locked on to the guest Hu Li had mentioned.

"Hello. Jiang Feng took the initiative to go up and say hello, "Presumably the staff of our store have already told you about the situation before, right?"

"Sit down. The young customer, who looked very decadent and was like an overtime dog who had been working hard for several days in a row, looked very restrained, his eyes were slightly red, and the traces of crying before had not been completely eliminated, but he seemed faintly excited, "The waiter told me just now, I didn't expect you to be so difficult in the chef's business, and even the good sales of dishes have to be questioned, sure enough, it is not easy in any industry these days." ”

Jiang Feng: ......

What did Hu Lidu tell him......

"Actually, it's okay, it's not that hard. Jiang Feng sat down, "This time, I mainly want to ask you a few questions based on the dishes. ”

"You ask. "The young customers looked a little excited.

"That's the case, how many times have you ordered pure meat wontons?" Jiang Feng asked.

"3 times. Said the young customer.

"Can you tell me why you ordered this dish? After all, the taste of this dish is ...... It's a bit ......."

"Ah, I know, you mean this dish is very delicious, don't you?" Speaking of this, the young customer's eyes lit up, "Master Jiang, you may not know that although your dish doesn't taste good, it is really useful." ”

"Useful?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you didn't know, I'll start with you. ”

"Yes, I am a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, and I stayed in school this summer to prepare for my work in order to participate in a competition at our school. Our instructor liked the cartoon published on your official blog of Taifeng Building very much, especially the close-up of the wonton, which our teacher evaluated as the soul of the whole cartoon and specially shared it in our competition group. ”

"We have a senior brother who is a master's student under this professor, and because he heard that there are really this kind of wontons on sale in your store, he was curious to try it. ”

"And then?" Jiang Feng asked.

"And then it happened, and it was really unpalatable. ”

Jiang Feng: ???

The young customer found that he had lost his words, and hurriedly remedied: "No, although the wontons are difficult to eat, they have given us senior brother inspiration." My brother had a painting that was ready to be exhibited and had been uninspired for a long time, but after eating your ravioli, the inspiration suddenly came, and after eating, he went back to retreat and paint, and he still hasn't come out of the dormitory. ”

"So you ......"

The young customer smiled embarrassedly: "This is also something that can't be helped, and inspiration is not something that can be had, it is better to believe it than to believe it." Even if you can't eat inspired, it's good to eat something, so we'll ...... But Master Jiang, the wontons you made are really gods, I didn't feel anything when I ate it the first time, but I felt it when I went back after eating it for the second time, it's all thanks to you, I feel that my paintings this time will definitely shine in this competition in our college!"

Jiang Feng: ......

The first time I didn't feel it, I cried once, and the second time I had to come over and cry to find a feeling, you people who play art are really scary.

"Congratulations, can you tell me what you drew this time?" Jiang Feng asked casually.

"Destruction. ”

Jiang Feng: ???

Jiang Feng could only hide his embarrassment with a dry smile, and now he was already very clear about the causes and consequences of the sudden explosion of pure meat wontons.

It's completely a group of art students vainly trying to find inspiration for their own painting by hanging Conan or hanging Kobe without Conan, and the key is that there are still a few people who succeed.

Sure enough, the cost of success is enormous.

"Thank you so much, I've already asked all the questions I wanted. Jiang Feng got up.

"It should be, it should be. The young customer said again and again, excitedly and reservedly said what he had always wanted to say, "That, Master Jiang, is it convenient for Master Jiang to shake my hand? Hold my left hand, I am left-handed." ”

"Huh?"

"My painting will be completed in a week at most, and it's all thanks to the wontons you make, I want to shake hands with you and rub again... Get more inspiration. "The young customers were as excited as if they were going to an idol handshake.

Jiang Feng: ???

What's wrong with your art?