At about half past 10 o'clock in the morning of this day, in the easternmost office on the second floor of the sales department of 1921 Yinma Food City on Zhongshan Road, Zhao Jianjun, who was over 50 years old, leaned on the boss's chair and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, pinching the root of his nose with two fingers in his right hand, looking tired.

By the way, Zhao Jianjun is the big boss of this food city, and he came to Yinma County a few years ago to take over the land and start operating the project.

After several years of intensive cultivation, this food city is about to be built, and it is time for harvest.

It stands to reason that now should be the time for him to be high-spirited, look forward to the future, and swallow mountains and rivers, but looking at his tired expression at this time, he can't see that feeling at all.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door.

"Knock knock" twice, looking cautious.

"Come in!"

Zhao Jianjun closed his eyes and shouted, but his voice was not loud.

But the person outside the door should have heard it, opened the door lightly, and deliberately lowered his steps, "Mr. Zhao, what do you see I brought you?"

It was Cao Yilan who entered the door, at this time she was smiling, holding a packing box in both hands, and on the plastic bag outside the packing box, the words "fish biting sheep and wild crayfish" were clearly visible.

Zhao Jianjun opened his eyes when he heard this, saw the thing she was holding in his hand, and smiled slightly, "Yilan, are you here to bring me food?" Hehe, you don't know, I'm not very particular about what to eat, what do you eat at noon, just order one for me, what are you doing so troublesome?"

Listening to the reproachful tone, the smile in his eyes showed that he was in a good mood at the moment, and he was not really training Cao Yilan.

Cao Yilan smiled and raised her eyebrows, put the packing box on the desk in front of Zhao Jianjun like a treasure, and said proudly while opening the packing box quickly: "Mr. Zhao, don't be in a hurry to talk about me first, look at what this is......!"

The packing box was opened, Cao Yilan put both hands on her face, and with a smile on her face, she motioned to Zhao Jianjun to see what she brought.

"Kill...... Pig dish?"

Zhao Jianjun was really stunned, subconsciously sat up straight, blinked his eyes and was surprised and happy.

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, you are a native of the Northeast, your favorite food is to kill pigs, many of us know this, but in this small place in Yinma County, there has never been a store that sells pig-killing vegetables, I had a chance a few days ago, I tasted a small shop's pig-killing dishes are very good, no, I asked the owner of the small shop to make this for you today!

Cao Yilan was very satisfied with Zhao Jianjun's reaction, because it showed that her position on the horse's fart was just right, and she didn't shoot the horse's leg.

Looking at the pig-killing vegetables in front of him, Zhao Jianjun smiled, closed his eyes and sniffed, "Fragrant!"

When he opened his eyes, he sighed: "Actually, Yilan, you are wrong, although this is not the Northeast, there is indeed no store that has the dish of killing pigs on the menu, but what can't you buy if you have money these days?"

In the past few years, I have asked several famous restaurants here to make pig-killing dishes specifically for me, as long as you give money, the chefs of those big hotels always have a way!"

Speaking of this, he paused and smiled bitterly: "It's a pity, I don't know if those chefs have limited skills, or if they are perfunctory to me, to be honest, the pig-killing dishes they make really have a little less feeling, and they can't be compared with our northeast!"

Originally, Cao Yilan heard him say that in the past few years, he had found several big restaurants to cook pig-killing dishes for him, and his face changed slightly, a little embarrassed.

But in the end, when Zhao Jianjun said that he was not satisfied with what the chefs of those big restaurants were doing, she immediately came back to the momentum.

Hurriedly unpacked the disposable chopsticks in the bag and handed them over diligently, "Then, Mr. Zhao, try the one I bought for you!

Zhao Jianjun glanced at her with a smile and a deep meaning, took the chopsticks with a smile, dialed the pig-killing dish in the bag box at random, and nodded slightly, "It smelled very fragrant just now, and now it looks like that, I just don't know how it tastes......

said, without waiting for Cao Yilan to answer, he picked up a piece of fat and thin, fried slightly browned, rolled pork belly and put it in his mouth, chewed it twice at will, and then, as if someone had pointed at it, his expression froze, and his mouth stopped.

Cao Yilan stared at his face expectantly, and when she saw his expression, she suddenly felt a little nervous.

Could it be that Zhou An made this one today is so unpalatable? Is Mr. Zhao going to vomit?

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jianjun was stunned for only two seconds, then sped up the speed of chewing, swallowed the piece of meat in a few bites, and then stretched out his chopsticks to clamp the fat intestines, and praised at the same time: "This meat is well done, it seems that the meat is a little old, and the surface is a little burnt, but it tastes really fragrant, and the meat is still tender inside, where did you find this small shop? This chef has good skills! The taste of the soup is also very sour, although it is not the same as our pig-killing dishes in the Northeast, but it has a unique flavor...... Porphyry ......"

As he spoke, the fat intestine also entered his mouth.

Nodding his head while eating, his whole face became vivid, where is the tired appearance before?

Is this something that doesn't pay much attention to what you eat?

It's just an old foodie!

Cao Yilan laughed with her, and at the same time slandered in her heart, the worries just now were gone, and she was full of a sense of accomplishment, and she was happy.

Zhao Jianjun ate quickly, and after a while, he suddenly pulled the pig-killing vegetables in the bowl back and forth, and was stunned to pull back and forth a few times, and then a few times, "Where's the meat? It's gone? Just a few slices? Is this meat a little missing?"

Raising his eyes, he looked at Cao Yilan, "Yilan! The owner of this small shop you are looking for is a profiteer, right? Cutting corners is not such a stealing method, is it? Lao Tzu is not as black as him in doing projects!"

Cao Yilan was stunned, subconsciously stretched out her head to look into the packing box, and wondered: "No, right? I specially asked Xiao Zhou to make it for you, how could he cut corners? Oh, by the way! I told him that it was for our big boss to eat, I guess he thought that big bosses like you were tired of eating oily meat, so he deliberately put less pork for you, right?"

"Is that so?"

Zhao Jianjun looked depressed, "Then you tell him, next time you make it for me, put more pork! How much is a portion, let's give the money! If not, can't we add a few more yuan to the pork money?"

While expressing his dissatisfaction, Zhao Jianjun had no choice but to continue to deal with the other dishes in the packing box, such as fat sausage, pig blood, pork liver, and tofu, but his favorite pork belly was gone.

Cao Yilan nodded with a wry smile on the side, and said yes.

……

On the other side, at the gate of the county No. 2 Middle School, Zhou An sat on the electric three-wheeled seat, looking at Xu Shiya who trotted over with a smile.

He had already arrived at Xu Shiya's class schedule, knowing that her last class this morning was physical education, and she had a lot of free time.

Just a few days ago, Cao Yilan told him that he asked him to make a pig-killing dish for her to pack, saying that he would take it to their big boss to eat.

Zhou An arranged the time to make pig-killing dishes today, and specially made them for the big boss of the food city? In his heart, he made them for Xu Shiya today.

As for the big boss of the food city?

Just incidentally!

In order to show the difference and prove that today's pig-killing dishes are specially made for Xu Shiya, he made a little hands and feet - Xu Shiya's this one has a lot of meat.

As for the other one?

There's a lot of tofu! Don't those rich bosses like to eat tofu?

(Ask for a commuter pass)