Chapter Twenty-Six: There Are Problems

The dishes soon came to the table one by one, Xuzhou couldn't wait to pick up the spoon, scooped a shallow spoonful in the pigeon soup, sucked in the mouth, the fragrance of various ingredients mixed, scurryed in the mouth, a warm current flowed down the throat into the abdomen, and when exhaling, it can bring out a faint fragrance from the nostrils.

Babbling, Xuzhou has to admit that it is not unreasonable for Dingsheng Restaurant to open to such a scale, just this first dish makes Xuzhou feel very amazing.

Seeing Zhang Ping's gaze, Xuzhou hurriedly put away his expression, thought seriously for a moment, and said, "It's delicious, but compared to the boss's egg fried rice, I always feel that something is missing." ”

Xuzhou is not to deliberately compliment Zhang Ping, but to tell the truth, this golden clematis coconut meat milk pigeon ginseng soup, although the taste is indeed rich, but if you want to put it together with the egg fried rice of Ping'an Restaurant, Xuzhou will still choose egg fried rice.

Zhang Ping's egg fried rice, although the ingredients are simple, but the rich to extremely rich aroma, the contradiction and harmony formed by the rice and eggs, are enough for people to savor.

Zhang Ping also scooped a spoonful of pigeon soup in his small cup, and put down the spoon after only taking a sip.

"The ingredients don't work well with each other, although they are all good ingredients, but there is a feeling of incompatibility with each other, and the main ingredient of this dish should be the pigeon, and those miscellaneous things are a bit noisy. ”

Zhang Ping tasted countless delicacies in his previous life, of course, it was not as easy to serve as Xuzhou, just one bite, he noticed the crux of the problem, although the ingredients are not as good as Lingmi and Golden Feather eggs, but the mutual cooperation between the ingredients is the biggest problem of this dish.

"It's the boss, I knew something was wrong when I ate it, but I can't say what was wrong, and when the boss said this, I also felt that the taste of the pigeon was suppressed. ”

Xuzhou originally drank the soup with relish, but when he heard Zhang Ping say this, he also felt that the taste was too mixed, so he immediately lost his interest and turned to another dish.

"Crab roe xiaolongbao, I've been greedy for a long time. ”

Xuzhou used chopsticks to take out a small steamed bun from the steaming drawer, gently pinched the skin in the spoon to let the soup flow out, first carefully drank the soup, and then dipped the remaining part of the xiaolongbao in the dipping sauce and swallowed it in one bite.

Seeing that his eyes narrowed, he must have been very satisfied.

However, Xuzhou did not rush to evaluate this time, but said to Zhang Ping: "Boss, you can eat." ”

Zhang Ping didn't have as many corrective actions in Xuzhou, so he directly picked one up and threw it into his mouth, anyway, he had rough skin and thick meat, and he was not afraid of being hot.

When you bite into the bun skin, the soup bursts out in your mouth, and the crab aroma and meat aroma are mixed with the moderately tough bun skin, which is just right.

It is worthy of eating that has been passed down for many years, and there are not so many bells and whistles, but it can give full play to the deliciousness of the ingredients.

But that's exactly what happened, if one part of it wasn't perfect, it would destroy that sense of harmony, and it would be easy to feel it.

"The steaming time is not enough, the soup has not completely come out, and this crab roe ......" Zhang Ping tasted it for a while, frowned, and said: "The crab used doesn't seem to be too fresh." ”

Zhang Ping tasted another one, and then finally made a conclusion, saying: "It's really not very fresh, and there is still room for improvement." ”

Zhang Ping's perception is blessed by spiritual power, which is naturally far beyond ordinary people, every time he eats a dish, he can more or less pick out some problems, of course, some of them may be harmless, but Zhang Ping is here to find fault, so there is no need to save face for them.

The situation of this table has long attracted the attention of the service staff of Dingsheng Restaurant, Zhang Ping can make their hearts beat every time they finish a dish, and in the end, they really can't sit idly by, if Zhang Ping says these things spread, it will be a huge blow to them Dingsheng Restaurant.

So I immediately reported the situation here.

Soon a hot woman walked over, with straight buttocks, towering twin peaks, thrilling curves outlined by the close-fitting fiery red cheongsam, charming eyes like silk, red lips with fire, and a black mole at the corner of her eye, adding a bit of style to it.

"Sister Hua, it's those two, they have already approved each of our dishes. Someone whispered in the ear of the woman known as Sister Hua.

Sister Hua nodded, and then walked away from Zhang Ping's table, she could see at a glance that these two people were dominated by Zhang Ping, so she smiled at Zhang Ping and said, "Two gentlemen, are you not satisfied with the food in our restaurant?"

Her voice is languid with a touch of sensuality, like an elegant cat, gently scratching at your heart.

Of course, Zhang Ping was not attracted by this woman's appearance, but said in a businesslike tone: "I am really not satisfied, I think that since the dishes in your restaurant are marked with this price, they should be worthy of this price, and many places in your dishes are not a matter of technology, but a question of whether you really care about it." ”

"Isn't there a dish that can be more handy?" Zhang Ping asked with his fingers tapping on the tabletop, as if very dissatisfied.

Sister Hua was a little surprised by Zhang Ping's concentration, she will not be old next year, but she can still be so calm in the face of herself.

As for what Zhang Ping said, she was not annoyed, but said: "If the guests don't mind, you can go to our private room on the second floor, and the food there will definitely satisfy Mr." ”

Dingsheng Restaurant is divided into three floors, the first floor is open to everyone, and the private rooms on the second floor must have a certain status to do so, as for the third floor, it is only for a special group of people, and it will not be opened easily.

Zhang Ping is naturally not qualified to go to the second floor, but Sister Hua asked the chef of the restaurant before, and the problems Zhang Ping said do exist, not out of nowhere, for the reputation of the restaurant, of course he has to let Zhang Ping have nothing to say.

"Then let's go to the second floor. Zhang Ping nodded, looked at Xuzhou who was full of interest, pointed to the dishes on the table, and said, "Since you ordered it, don't waste it, Xiao Xu, you can continue to stay here and eat all of this." ”

Zhang Ping came here to have something serious to do, but taking Xuzhou was in the way.

"Oh. Xuzhou's face was bitter, but Zhang Ping took him to Dingsheng Restaurant to eat such an expensive meal, and he didn't seem to be able to say anything about it, so he could only respond.

Hua Li still kept a smile, and did not show any surprise because of Zhang Ping's decision, twisted his waist, led the way in front, and soon Zhang Ping came to the private room on the second floor.

The layout here is a grade higher than that on the first floor, and the ancient Chinese design makes Zhang Ping return to the illusion of the Cangling Continent for a moment.

"Sir, please be seated. Sister Hua pointed to her seat and asked, "I don't know what Mr. is called?"

Zhang Ping said: "The surname is Zhang." ”

"Mr. Zhang, what do you want to order? Sister Hua handed over the menu, but Zhang Ping still didn't look at it, just said: "Make your restaurant the best, and get two dishes at will." ”

Regarding Zhang Ping's attitude, Sister Hua is also secret, although the other party did not say it explicitly, but Sister Hua also heard the meaning, which clearly means that no matter what dishes you serve, I can pick out the fault.

Who the hell is this? He has such a tricky tongue, and doesn't he know what this place is?

Hua Hua took a deep breath to calm his violently heaving chest, and then said, "Please wait." ”