As soon as the man shouted, he immediately attracted the attention of many people around, less than half a month after the opening of the big food generation, from the emperor fried rice began to be sold to the present, almost all of them have been affirmed by customers, and it is the first time that someone has questioned it......

"Not Imperial Fried Rice?"

"But what he said makes some sense, if you look at the fried rice, you can't see anything strange at all, it's just ordinary fried rice. ”

"Hmph, don't listen to him, I've eaten this imperial fried rice, it's incomparably beautiful. ”

"Yes, I've heard from a friend that Imperial Fried Rice is very delicious, but it's too expensive for me to try it. ”

"Who is he, is he a professional anti-counterfeiter? or ...... Foodie?"

"Gourmet fart, you look at what he wears, I think he wants to eat and doesn't give money. ”

"Yes, yes, it's possible, I think the big food generation business is good, maybe it's called by peers to find faults. ”

For a while, many diners began to discuss, but they were generally divided into two factions, saying that he was talking nonsense, most of them had eaten imperial fried rice, and those who had not eaten it chose to believe it.

The waiter stood in front of the man, trembling a little nervously, he couldn't go, he didn't stay here, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

At this time, Zhou Peng ran over quickly, after all, there was a problem, and it was his manager's responsibility to solve it.

"Hey, why are you talking nonsense? This ...... Why isn't this imperial fried rice?"

To be honest, Zhou Peng was entangled in his heart, the other party said that this emperor fried rice was fake, in fact, he was very happy, after all, if something really happened, it would definitely be Song Zixuan's bad luck, but if it was really like this, it would also affect the business of the big food generation.

If this incident is small, it will affect the income of the hotel, and everyone will be affected, and if it is big, a negative news in the catering industry may be able to bring down a restaurant, if so...... They will all face losing their jobs.

Therefore, Zhou Peng can only focus on the overall situation at this time, but it can still be heard from his words that he hopes that this old man will say why this is not imperial fried rice.

But the old man's answer left him speechless......

"What's the, why isn't it, you know what a fart, what's the use of me telling you, bring me the cook!" said the old man, sat down again, and took the spoon and ate it in a big gulp.

This picture made everyone speechless, you said that this is not imperial fried rice, but it is so delicious......

Seeing that Zhou Peng didn't understand, the old man stuffed his mouth full of fried rice and said, "Why are you stunned? Hurry up and call the chef for Lao Tzu!"

Zhou Peng was angry, he stared at the old man for two or three seconds before turning around and walking to the front desk, naturally letting Luo Lili call.

Soon, Song Zixuan walked out, but as soon as he walked to the old man's table, he felt that this old man was familiar, and bent down to take a closer look at the man's face, he was actually the person he met in the antique market!

"Is that you?"

The old man looked up at Song Zixuan, and he was also surprised: "Yo, boy, it's okay, not only do you have the eye for old things, but you can also cook?"

"Hehe, look at what you said, is there something wrong with this fried rice that doesn't suit your taste?"

"No, no," the old man waved his hand, "I just want to see who can fry this golden jade fried rice." ”

Hearing this, Song Zixuan was stunned, this old man actually knew that he was frying Jinyu fried rice?

Song Zixuan couldn't help but sit down: "Old man, do you know Jinyu fried rice?"

Hearing this, the old man raised his head and smiled: "That's right, I also know that the emperor's fried rice and Jinyu fried rice can't be compared at all, the golden jade fried rice originated in the late Qing Dynasty and is a palace dish, while the emperor's fried rice is the Republic of China, at most it is a folk food, and it is different in terms of status." ”

Song Zixuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the old man in front of him again, he found that the old man had a little shadow of Fang Jingzhi, maybe a little less vicissitudes, but he had the same values.

From his words, Song Zixuan could feel a concept of status in the early years, and it contained a kind of in-depth knowledge in a certain field, of course, he felt more like no one than the old man, perhaps because he was dozens of years old.

"Then tell me, what is the difference between this golden jade fried rice and the emperor's fried rice?" Song Zixuan asked.

"The difference between ancestors and grandsons cannot be compared at all. ”

Although this answer is equivalent to not saying it, Song Zixuan can still hear the meaning, these two foods are not of the same level at all.

"Hehe, my name is Song Zixuan, dare to ask the old gentleman ......"

"Well, Wang Chengyong, boy, last time in the antique city, you asked me to look up at you, and today you let me look up at you, there are not many people who have been so highly regarded by me in the past few decades, you are the youngest. Wang Chengyong said, hugging his fists.

"You are polite, just to your words today, I have been taught. ”

"You have to pay tuition fees to be taught, is it okay for you to invite this meal?" Wang Chengyong said, eating the last bite of fried rice on the plate.

Song Zixuan was stunned for a moment, and dared to say that he rubbed my meal for a long time, but he didn't hate this Wang Chengyong in his heart, so he simply smiled: "Okay, you don't care, this meal is mine." ”

"Pretty, you kid is doing something authentic, then I'll go. ”

"Okay. ”

Song Zixuan smiled, got up to see Wang Chengyong leave, and immediately walked to the front desk, saying, "Lili, the old man's account at the table just now doesn't need to be settled, I'll settle it for him later." ”

Song Zixuan has a total of more than 300 on him, which was given by his mother before he went to work, and the last time he drank with Tang Yaqi, it was paid by someone else, and the money in the account has not been moved, so it is not enough to settle a copy, so he can only take time to go out to get it for a while.

"Okay, by the way, Brother Zixuan, who are you?" Luo Lili asked with interest.

"Hmm, haha, I don't know, it's a friend, but the second time we met, I didn't leave a contact information. ”

"What? This is also called a friend? Then you will invite him to dinner?"

"Talking...... It's just a meal, hehe. When he said this, Song Zixuan was also distressed, although he had always known that fried rice was eighty, ninety, or ninety, but it was really painful for him to pay for it.

As he was talking, Zhou Peng walked over and said, "Eh, did the old man at that table give money just now?"

"Oh, it's Chef Song's friend, he said he had a treat. ”

"What?friend?" Zhou Peng is also drunk, this friend is really okay, he will find trouble when he comes, none of Song Zixuan's friends seem to be normal, except for the ruffian who wants to eat, and today there is a strange old man, "The money is over?"

"Oh, not yet, Chef Song said to give it later. ”

"Then what's the matter, this can't break the rules, Song Zixuan, you come and scan the code. Zhou Peng pointed to the QR code and said.

"Huh?" Song Zixuan looked at the QR code, feeling dizzy, after all, his old-fashioned mobile phone didn't have this function, "This...... How to sweep?"

"Oh, okay, isn't it just nine hundred yuan, I'll give it first, Brother Zixuan, you give it to me after work." ”

"Oh. ”

Luo Lili picked up her mobile phone and swept the money over, Zhou Peng approached and said, "I said Lili, you won't fall in love with Song Zixuan, right? This is nine hundred yuan, how much money do you make a month?"

"Cut, you care, I'm young and I'm willing, and it's not like you dragging your family and slamming the door. ”

"You ......"

……

After getting off work, Song Zixuan and Sang Tianshuo were cleaning up the stove, when the mobile phone rang, and he was still very excited when he saw that it was Tang Yaqi's call.

"Song Zixuan, do you have time for the weekend the day after tomorrow, I have a party in the evening, how about you go with me?"

Faced with Tang Yaqi's invitation, Song Zixuan was naturally happy, but there was no day off for the catering industry, he thought about it and said, "Hmm...... What time is it? I'm afraid I have to go to work here. ”

"Then don't give face, just take a leave, tomorrow night at six o'clock, in the Drente, their new dish tasting, I think it will help you." ”

Hearing this, it aroused Song Zixuan's interest, for chefs, it must be good to know more dishes, he had planned to try to practice stir-frying more dishes after work during this time, and it was rare to have such an opportunity.

"Well, okay, I'll try to take a leave of absence, that ...... Where's the Derant?"

"Hehe, it's good if you agree, I'll pick you up at your store on time at five o'clock, and I said that I won't regret it, oh yes, remember to wear the suit I picked for you, the chef naturally has to look like a chef." ”

"Okay. ”

"What's okay?

"Yes, definitely. ”

Hanging up the phone, Song Zixuan felt happy in his heart, although he had less contact with Tang Yaqi during this time, he thought every day in his mind, such a little fairy, I'm afraid a man can't do it.

……

Eleven p.m.

Juxianzhuang, a 40-year-old hotel in Dumen City, can be regarded as a signboard of the city's catering.

Juxianzhuang has a total of five floors, the first to third floors are restaurants, the fourth floor is the tea house, and the fifth floor is the office area of the hotel.

In the seventy or eighty-square-meter office, smoky, behind the one-meter-eight wide mahogany tea table, a man in his forties sat on a circle chair, and behind him stood two men in suits, obviously entourage.

The man was wearing a white button-down shirt and a black satin button-down waistcoat, and his left hand with two large gold rings was pouring tea, and his right hand was holding a pile of jujube red and shiny walnuts.

He has a pair of thick thick eyebrows, the tail of the eyebrows is very long, but the eyes under the eyebrows are surprisingly small, if you don't look carefully, or think that he has been asleep, the garlic nose is very red, there are many small pits on the nose, and the black spots in the pits look disgusting.

When he opened his mouth, he showed his teeth that didn't know whether they were smoke-stained or tea-stained: "Zhou Peng, your big food generation is doing well now, and the signature dish has been raised for half a month, hehe, it's okay." ”

Zhou Peng sat opposite him, his sitting posture was very restrained, and he said with an embarrassed expression when he heard this: "Third Master, don't be joking, compared to Juxianzhuang, the big food generation is nothing, you are the benchmark of the catering industry in Dumen City." ”

"Hahaha, your words are serious, some people praise it is naturally a benchmark, but if someone steps on it, ......" the third master said, picked up the teacup and took a sip, although it looked disgusting, but the action was decent and elegant.

"Third master, look at what you said, who doesn't know what you say in the catering industry of Dumen City, who dares to step on you. Zhou Peng said.

"Don't dare? Not necessarily, the emperor fried rice of your big food generation is starting to become popular, and I think this is just the beginning of the trend, Zhou Peng, you should know that it is in the realm of Dumen...... It's not popular to eat alone, and you get a piece of everything...... It's a long time coming!"

When Zhou Peng heard this, he immediately understood what the other party meant, this Ke Sanye wanted to rob it clearly!