Yongheju did not provide takeaway services, so there were not many packing boxes in the store, and there were no packing boxes that could hold soup, Jiang Feng looked around and finally borrowed a few people's lunch boxes and loaded the S-grade broth that he hung out by himself, and prepared to send it back later.

Peng Changping asked him to go back early, and now it was only half of the afternoon, and he went directly to Taifeng Building with two lunch boxes. The S-grade finished broth also has a buff that improves the sensitivity of diners in a short period of time, Jiang Feng tasted it just now and didn't feel much of it, probably because his taste was normal and the buff effect was not obvious, but he still wanted Jiang Weiming to taste it.

If this is useful, the S-grade chicken bean curd will definitely restore his sense of taste.

Even if it's just a little bit.

When Jiang Feng arrived at Taifeng Building with a lunch box, the player's business had already begun, Wang Xiulian was standing behind the cash register with a pen and writing and drawing on paper, and was a little surprised to see Jiang Feng actually coming: "Smash, why are you here today." ”

"Mom, I'm done. Jiang Feng was still a little proud.

Wang Xiulian was shocked: "You have learned, you have learned, and you have become a teacher?"

Could it be that my son is a genius?!

Wang Xiulian was completely shocked, she was ready for Jiang Feng to study with Peng Changping for a year and a half.

As a result, she told her that he would finish his studies in three months.

"No, no, no. Jiang Feng hurriedly denied it, "I've finished learning the soup now, isn't the business in the store not very good recently, I plan to come back for a while first, and just take this time to digest and digest so as not to help the seedlings." It's not good to stay in Yongheju all the time, and now the chefs in Yongheju think I'm their colleague, and every time I think about it for a long time, I can remember that I'm actually from Taifeng Building. ”

"Yes. Wang Xiulian nodded, "But in fact, there is no need for this, you can't help anything alone if the business in the store is not good, and your grandfather's recent cooking has not done much." The room manager said that if your third grandfather can cook once in a while, we can advertise and buy and buy publicity, and maybe we can bring those old diners back. But your third grandfather has not been in good health since he was sick last time, he doesn't enter the kitchen much, and if the business is not good, it is not good, and it is not to the point of losing money, but the health of the old man is important. ”

Although Comrade Wang Xiulian loves money and cares about turnover, she still understands the basic principles and principles, and is definitely not a person who fishes with all her might.

Jiang Feng: ......

Mom, I'm a double grandmaster, you have a little confidence in me, okay!

On the properties panel, my cooking skills are already higher than grandpa's!

Of course, Jiang Feng didn't dare to boast about Haikou and said unashamedly that the old man's cooking skills were no longer as good as his.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and there is also a specialty in the chef. may be inferior to Jiang Feng in difficult dishes like chicken bean curd, which focus on heat and seasoning, but his years of cooking experience are not in vain, and he still has an absolute advantage in the fields that the old man is good at, such as home-cooked meat dishes and pig-killing dishes.

Not to mention Jiang Feng of the two grandmasters, even Jiang Weiming of the three grandmasters may not be as good as the old man in this regard.

Jiang Feng has been thinking since he found out that the last tens of thousands of proficiency at the master level need to be stacked by the quality of the dishes, if the old man didn't stay in the small place of Z City back then, but stayed in the Treasure Building or other big cities as a chef, and had more and better opportunities to try to make those difficult dishes, would he be like Jiang Weiming now with all the three basic attributes.

"By the way, who is the lunch box in your hand for?" asked Wang Xiulian.

"It contains the broth that I hung out today, and Master Peng thought it was very good, so he asked me to bring it over for my grandfather and third grandfather to taste. Jiang Feng said, "Mom, do you want to try it too." ”

"Chicken soup, right, I haven't drunk this for recent weight loss, just give your third grandfather more to drink more to replenish your body, come in." Wang Xiulian will soon know what he has lost.

Jiang Feng happily slipped into the kitchen with his lunch box.

Everyone was working, and this time the person near the door changed from Sang Ming to Zhang Weiyu, who was holding a large piece of ham and knew that he had just come from the warehouse.

"Brother Feng, you're here. Zhang Weiyu greeted Jiang Feng, and his words were full of respect.

Jiang Feng: ......

You don't have to, you're older than me by age.

The cause of Jiang Feng's last hospitalization was not a shameful thing, Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian did not hide it, as long as they had the heart to inquire, they knew that Jiang Feng had entered the hospital because he was too diligent and overworked. Outsiders only sighed when they heard it, and it was really rare for someone to be so serious about learning art, and the chefs in Taifeng Building were only shocked and admired when they heard it.

There are so many chefs in Taifeng Building, except for Zhang Guanghang and Wu Minqi and a few brought by the Jiang family, others ask themselves, who came in not for money, who came in for dreams.

Everyone gathers here because of the high wages offered by Tai Fung Building.

Even Ji Xue was for money at the beginning, and of course, now it's mainly for money.

Now, their little boss, for the sake of his dream, is overworked and hospitalized.

What an inspirational story, what a touching thing, what a revered spirit.

Although Zhang Weiyu couldn't do it, it didn't prevent him from worshipping Jiang Feng.

Once such a person who likes to go to work and fish, when his restaurant encounters a crisis, he can work hard to the point of sending himself to the hospital because of overwork, Zhang Weiyu feels that he is simply the birth of an inspirational drama boss.

He felt that Jiang Feng would be able to write his memoirs one day, and this matter was the beginning of the whole book, leading to the full text in the form of an interlude, how to write Zhang Weiyu had helped Jiang Feng think about it, so he had to help his memories get the title of the book.

Zhang Weiyu is not the only one who has this feeling of reverence, most of the others are like this.

How to say this feeling, it is probably that everyone is 996, although the salary is quite high, it is inevitable to complain about the boss. As a result, one day someone told you that your boss was hospitalized because of 007's overwork, and you will still complain when you complain, but you will change your opinion of the boss and give birth to a feeling that you are worthy of being a boss, and sure enough, only 007 can be the boss.

Of course, it would be nice to get a little more salary.

Jiang Feng didn't know that Zhang Weiyu had made up so much in such a short period of time, and smiled at him: "I will come back to work normally from tomorrow, you can help me talk to the room manager and let her put my food back on the shelves." By the way, do you want to talk to the supplier as well?"

"I'm going to help you, don't worry. Zhang Weiyu agreed.

Jiang Feng: ?

You?

Jiang Feng glanced at Zhang Weiyu and felt that he was a little strange today, so he didn't think about it so much, and trotted to Jiang Weiming, who was directing Jiang Weiming to adjust the sauce.

"Add less minced garlic, and taste it yourself. Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Jian tasted it: "Master, I think it's okay." ”

Jiang Weiming: ......

It just so happened that Jiang Weiming saw Jiang Feng and asked him to come over and taste it.

Jiang Feng put the lunch box on the kitchen counter, picked up a clean spoon and dipped it in some dark red sauce and tasted it: "The taste of minced garlic is a bit heavy, Uncle Jiang, you added more." ”

After speaking, Jiang Feng moved the lunch box to Jiang Weiming, and opened the lunch box to reveal the still warm broth inside: "Third grandfather, this is the broth I hung today, and it is still warm." Master Peng said that the pot I hung today is very good, let me bring it over for you to taste. ”

Jiang Weiming smiled: "You kid, bring some over, bring some over, what to do with so much, the soup is for cooking and not for drinking, besides, I ......"

Jiang Weiming glanced at Jiang Weiguo, who was not far from him, but still didn't say that sentence after all.

"Third grandfather, you can taste it, Uncle Jiang, you can also taste a little, I'll send this to grandpa first." Jiang Feng didn't allow Jiang Weiming to refuse, and walked towards the old man with another lunch box.

The old man was less than five meters in front of him, and he heard the conversation between Jiang Weiming and Jiang Feng just now, and waited for Jiang Feng to come over.

"Grandpa!"

"Open. ”

"Okay!"

Coherent.

Just when Jiang Feng opened the lunch box, Jiang Jian still scooped the broth in the lunch box into the bowl with a spoon, and the small half bowl, the yellow and clear soup exuded an attractive fragrance, which made Jiang Jian swallow a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

"Master, Xiao Feng's soup stock seems to be really good, you can taste it, even if it is ...... You taste it too. Jiang Jian handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming.

"Okay, I can't live up to Xiao Feng's kindness. Jiang Weiming took the bowl with a smile and took a sip.

It's good, it's fresh.

Wait, fresh?

Jiang Weiming was stunned, brought the bowl to him, and looked at the soup in the bowl at eye level, stunned.

He just seemed to have drunk the taste of dashi.