"Why don't they grow chicken feathers?" Ye Qing asked the same repetitive question that all first-time visitors would ask. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

To the pheasant restaurant.

Pheasant also means chicken in the ancient language, and the name is very appropriate.

But if Ye Qing was given another ten years, he couldn't have imagined that there would be such a shiny chicken without hair.

"Haha~"

Ye Qing's confused look made Xiao Jun smile very proudly, and his vanity was completely satisfied.

"Because this kind of altar chicken is the biggest sign of this restaurant, it is natural to have something different. ”

"This rooster is carefully kept in the mountains from an early age, and when it is about to be slaughtered, it is put in a jar and soaked in secret sesame oil. ”

"After a day of soaking, the chicken feathers are soaked, and then the sesame oil is poured out and moved here, and for a whole week, only the spring water mixed with wine is fed. ”

"Chickens are ordinary chickens, but the way they grow them is very cumbersome. ”

Xiao Jun had an expression of endless aftertaste: "I don't know how many times I have eaten the signature dishes in this restaurant, but I never get tired of eating them." ”

Ye Qing couldn't hold back, took out his mobile phone and took several photos of them who didn't grow chicken feathers, and then sent them to Doudou.

Walking through the corridor and into the interior of this restaurant, Ye Qing and Xiao Jun waited for twenty minutes before they got a seat.

Ye Qing looked at the guests at the other table, and all of them ordered signature dishes.

"Two altar chickens, two stir-fried seasonal vegetables, crab roe tofu, squirrel osmanthus fish, and a bottle of black label Shikumen. "Xiao Jun is familiar with the road, and he doesn't even look at the menu.

"Okay, please wait. The waiter smiled and jot down the menu.

An altar chicken is eight hundred and eight, and the value of this meal is about three thousand, which is not expensive, but three thousand for two people is obviously not cheap. The most important thing is that this place has characteristics, no matter how good the five-star hotels are, there are many people all over the country.

Taking advantage of the time when the chef was preparing the dishes, Xiao Jun came over a little mysteriously and said that after eating, he would take Ye Qing to a place.

Usually, a business partner at the dinner table, in this tone, whispers that he will go to such and such a place after dinner.

It's usually a good place, and it's a place that only men can go.

It's a pity that Xiao Jun is not that kind of person, he told Ye Qing that the place he went to was related to the problem of asking Ye Qing for help this time.

Originally, Xiao Jun was going to take the materials to Zhongyun, but now that Ye Qing has come to Shanghai, he will go directly to the location of the problem, which is naturally more intuitive.

Ten minutes later, two gold-painted porcelain altars were pushed by the waiter and brought over by the dining cart.

The shape of the porcelain altar is quite chic, divided into two layers, the upper layer is a small dish like a steamer, and a layer of baked chicken with crispy skin and tender skin is neatly stacked inside, and the bottom layer is milky white, and the thick soup made with chicken bones and several large tonic ingredients is added.

A fragrant aroma that makes the mouth and tongue bloom from the porcelain altar.

Xiao Jun swept his saliva with his tongue, while Ye Qing couldn't help but take a long breath and nod in affirmative praise.

The black label shikumen was also opened, and Xiao Jun poured a full cup for Ye Qing, saying that eating the altar chicken with Shanghai's Shikumen wine was the most delicious.

"Hehe~ Seeing that you have a little braid, I thought you were drinking coffee and smoking cigars in a Shanghainese style on weekdays. Ye Qing picked up a piece of chicken with a crispy skin and put it in his mouth, and when he bit into it, he felt that it was not chicken at all, but a different flavor composed of tender and juicy.

It also has a faint aroma of wine, and a numb fragrance that makes people feel slightly numb on the tongue.

The two dishes of seasonal vegetables and crab roe tofu are also delicious, but they are a little worse than the seasonal vegetables I tasted last time in Jinxi.

After a few glasses of wine, Xiao Jun's words gradually increased.

The industrial base often determines the height of the building. The two have something in common with each other, Xiao Jun chatted while eating, and seized the opportunity to ask Ye Qing some questions about metal materials.

His questions are also quite innovative, such as the question of whether it is possible to coat the ground with a layer of metal if metal can be coated.

And now the building decoration likes to use gypsum lines to make flower shapes, so can you use metal lines to do it, similar to the chrome bright strip of a car as silver?

As the leading architectural designer in China, Xiao Jun raised several questions, all of which are an impact on the traditional decoration field.

"As long as you don't care about the cost and do what you say, there are no big technical problems. A plate of chicken was eaten by Ye Qing, and the small dish was removed, and Ye Qing began to taste the thick soup again.

The chicken soup was delicious, and the bones inside were equally crispy, Ye Qing accidentally ate a piece, and it felt like eating crispy bones.

No matter how brittle a bone is, it's also a bone.

Ye Qing threw away the bone that had been bitten in half, and continued to solve Xiao Jun's puzzles, while silently writing down the various ideas put forward by Xiao Jun in his heart.

Needless to say, these ideas can be applied to the Behemoth Heavy Industries Building.

Just chatting and talking......

Ye Qing's gaze slowly shifted to the chicken bone that had been bitten in half.

Ye Qing was puzzled at first, and then turned into a well-hidden anger.

This meal was invited by Xiao Jun, and Ye Qing naturally wanted to save some face for Xiao Jun. Even if you find something, you can't say that you can immediately show it to others.

I didn't know that the chicken was eaten before, but now the chicken soup in the porcelain jar, Ye Qing will definitely not touch it again.

Xiao Jun imagined Zheng Huan, but he didn't notice the subtle change in expression on Ye Qing's face at all. He drank a sip of wine and a mouthful of thick soup, and from time to time Yang Yeqing drank more soup, saying that it was a big supplement.

Wait until Xiao Jun is quite satisfied, and drink the milky white soup for about the same time. Only then did Xiao Jun notice that Ye Qing's share of thick soup was almost the same.

"I also tasted a few bites of the soup and it tasted very good. Ye Qing smiled: "It's just that I don't like to drink soup very much on weekdays." ”

"That's right, Lao Xiao. After drinking a few glasses of wine, Ye Qing's address to him also changed: "How many times have you come to this store and eaten?"

"Not fifty times, but thirty-five times. These chicken soups contain sea cucumbers, sea cucumbers, and saffron. As soon as people get older, they like to replenish qi and blood and nourish essence. Xiao Jun didn't quite understand Ye Qing's meaning, and said with a smile: "Every time I come, the altar chicken of the signature dish must be ordered." ”

"It's not necessarily a good thing to make up more, so don't come to this store in the future. Ye Qing was afraid that Xiao Jun would not be able to accept this result at once, but it was not okay not to tell him the truth.

"Why?"

Xiao Jun sensed a hint of uneasiness from Ye Qing's words, and he put down his wine glass and chopsticks to listen.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Qing leaned into Xiao Jun's ear and told Xiao Jun the truth he had discovered.

"It's... This... This ......" Xiao Jun was stunned for a long time and finally returned to his soul, and the expression on his face quickly changed from red to iron: "Waiter!"

The first time no one answered, Xiao Jun immediately raised his voice and called a young girl.

"Go and call your manager or boss. Xiao Jun's voice was cold.

The young waiter smiled and said, "Sir, is there anything you are dissatisfied with with the service on our side?"

"Are you going to ask me to repeat the words again?" Xiao Jun's eyes were already full of anger.

The waiter who touched the gray nose left stupidly, perhaps because she felt that Xiao Jun was a little unreasonable, when she went to call the manager, she still looked back on Xiao Jun frequently.

A minute later, the manager in black uniform arrived.

"This gentleman, I am the manager of the Zhi Pheasant Restaurant, how can I ......help?"

Xiao Jun stood up without saying a word, directly picked up the porcelain altar and fell to the ground "bang".

"Bang~"

The porcelain altar was like a manager full of incredible retina, cracked into countless pieces, and the remaining soup inside splashed the manager's body.

The noisy hall suddenly froze, and the diners next to them turned their heads one by one, and looked at this side with fixed expressions.

No one expected that this little old man, who seemed to be quite literary, would have a temper as violent as that of a, and would throw up the plate without warning. (To be continued.) )