The voice of the scolding manager was a local accent in Chudu, and it was very majestic, and the manager seemed to recognize this person: "President Peng, why are you? Oh, you really misunderstood." These steamed buns are really brought by the guests, but they are not produced by our store, so you can wait a while."

Then, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming towards him. When Zhou Yi heard this, there are many people who are popular, and the steamed buns are too white and attract people, so this breakfast is not restless.

The manager of the Pioneer Hotel pushed open the door and said to Zhou Yi very embarrassedly: "Mr. Zhou, look, the steamed buns you brought have misunderstood the guests, and you think that I keep good things and refuse to sell them. ”

"I've heard it all, you don't have to be embarrassed, let's go. ”

Zhou Yi had better speak, and asked Li Yuanfang and them to continue eating and drinking, but he went downstairs with the manager. He was also very curious, wanting to see what kind of guests came to Kyoto, and traveled all over the world to study various snacks, so professional?

Following the manager to a table in the hall, Zhou Yi saw three people eating breakfast at a glance. One is an old man with gray hair, wearing an old cotton silk placket and a Tang suit, wearing black cloth shoes, and has a good temperament; next to him sits a young man full of spirit, although he is dressed in a straight suit, his face and neck are highlighted by muscles, his temples are slightly bulging, and his eyes are a little sharp. Looking at the age, the first person to pick on just now should be this young martial artist.

There was also a fat man sitting beside the old man and the young warrior, the weather in June was actually not too hot, but he drank a few mouthfuls of hot soup, and he was already sweating, but he had not forgotten to introduce the soup and all kinds of breakfast on the table for the old man. He had a local accent, so he was probably the vice president who 'reprimanded' the manager just now.

"President Peng, I've got a guest. The steamed bun was brought by this guest, so don't you misunderstand me this time?"

The manager wiped his sweat and said to Zhou Yi as if pleading: "Mr. Zhou." Say a few words. ”

"Hehe, I'm from Yunshui Mountain, and the steamed buns here are indeed brought by us, it's not that this manager comrade refuses to sell them to you."

Zhou Yi's gaze turned on the faces of the old man and the young martial artist, and he said with a smile.

I don't want him to speak, and the villagers in the hall hear it. Immediately helped: "yes." This steamed bun is made by 'Mr. Zhou' with good white noodles, and it has nothing to do with the restaurant. Besides, such delicious steamed buns, except for 'Mr. Zhou' from our Yunshui Mountain, can you make it by another person?

The villagers coaxed together, Zhou Yi was also very embarrassed, and smiled at the old man: "Ashamed, ashamed, I'm just here to make a proof, the three of you, please eat slowly." ”

"Little comrade. You wait a minute. ”

The old man put down the small spoon in his hand, raised his head and glanced at Zhou Yi: "I'm not afraid of you laughing, I've always liked to study snacks from all over the world, if I see any exquisite food but can't taste it, then I'll have insomnia." Today, since I saw the steamed buns made by the little comrade, if I can't eat them. I'm a sleepless disease, hey, I'm afraid it's going to recur again, can you bear it?"

"Huh?"

When Zhou Yi heard it, this old man was still coquettish, quite hypocritical. But when people have a lot of grades, they beg for steamed buns to eat, what else can they say? So he smiled and said, "Okay, old man." Isn't it just steamed buns? I'll give you a few. As he spoke, he took a plate of steamed buns from the table next to him, and there were just three more of them, and brought them to the old man from Kyoto.

"Thank you, I wanted to discuss buying you a few steamed buns. I didn't expect you to give it back for nothing, my old man took advantage of this cheapness?"

The old man Zhou Yi met was not very reasonable, this one is better, but he is hypocritical, and he has to say it if he takes advantage.

"Well, the white steamed buns are not smoked"

The old man first looked at the appearance of the steamed buns, nodded, took one and squeezed it slightly in his hand, and suddenly showed surprise: "Good play! Young man, Bai Case's kung fu is good?

"Hehe, you complimented you. ”

When Zhou Yi heard it, this is indeed an expert. The interest in the old man was even greater, so he took the chair handed by a waiter, sat down in front of the old man, and watched him eat.

The old man broke the steamed bun and threw it into the soup that was still a little hot, stirred it thoroughly with chopsticks, and then took a slice and put it in his mouth, that is, he chewed it, and his old eyes suddenly shiled, and he didn't look at the young warrior and the president Peng who came with him, he just lowered his head and ate it. Huhulu is not much better than Jin Yangyang's appearance, it seems that with this soup and steamed buns, those exquisite breakfasts on the table have become garbage, so he has no interest in even taking a look.

The young warrior and the chairman Peng licked their lips when they saw it, they were really greedy, and they wanted to grab a steamed bun and taste it, but they were glared at by the old man, and the two of them were embarrassed to start, so they could only watch him eat alone.

"Huh, this is the steamed bread! This is what people eat! The steamed bread person, 'don't borrow all kinds of ingredients, only take a wheat fragrance', young man, your steamed bread is considered to have achieved the extreme, enough to be called the first steamed bread in the world!"

The old man praised Zhou Yi as a flower, and finally said: "Do you still have steamed buns?" I want to buy more, young man, don't worry, the price is not a problem!"

"I'm sorry, old man, I got this steamed bun to eat by myself, but I don't sell it"

"Oh, not for sale?"

The old man hurriedly put the remaining two steamed buns into his arms, as if he was afraid of being snatched away: "Young man, it doesn't matter if you refuse to sell them, eat your steamed buns, my old man wants to make friends with you, let's find a place to talk, okay? I promise not to waste your time, only your benefits, but not your disadvantages."

"And my benefits?"

Zhou Yi looked the old man up and down, and found that this old man only had a graceful state, but he didn't have any official spirit, so it shouldn't cause much trouble. And at this time, the villagers were still eating, but he was already full, and he was idle, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then find a place nearby, it's full of people." ”

I told Li Yuanfang and asked them to wait for themselves after eating. Zhou Yi followed the old man out of the Pioneer Hotel and to a teahouse next door. The old man didn't let that President Peng follow this time, sent him back, found a private room, soaked a pot of 'Biluochun', and poured a cup for Zhou Yi himself. Only then did he grin and said, "Young man." Let me introduce myself first. My surname is Feng, I am from Kyoto, and this is my work card. As he spoke, he took out a red book from his arms and handed it to Zhou Yi.

"Hey, old man, is that necessary?"

Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that when he met in Pingshui, how could he take out his work permit when he saw someone. Look at the old man and the young warrior, you have to push back this red book.

"Young people don't have to worry about anything, just watch. I didn't tell you that there is only your good, but not your bad. The old man smiled, and forced the work card into Zhou Yi's hand.

"Hmm? The wind is clear!"

Out of politeness, Zhou Yi had no choice but to open his work card, only glanced at it, and was immediately shocked: "Old man, you are actually the deputy head chef of Nanshui Palace? ”

Although he is not the chief chef of Nanshui Palace, this title is also very scary, and in ancient times, he was the second chef of the imperial dining room. is also of a grade, and he controls the mouth of the big man above, and he is considered a close minister of the Son of Heaven.

No wonder the vice president of the Chudu Catering Association wants to accompany him personally, this old man seems to be really a diligent and professional person. When I arrived in Chudu, I came to eat what soup and fried buns, this is really to gather the world's famous food and study the esophagus?

Zhou Yi relied on the almighty idler system to become a great sage of cooking, so the more this is the case, the more I admire these professionals who really rely on hard work to achieve results. Seeing that this old man was in his sixties and still had to travel around to do research work, he was a little awe-inspired.

"Hey, what is the deputy head chef of Nanshui Palace, no matter how hard I work hard, my position will be in suspense."

The old man laughed self-deprecatingly, but he didn't want to talk more: "Yunshui Mountain's 'Mr. Zhou' doesn't hide from the young man, you say that your kung fu in this white case is unmatched even in Nanshui Palace." I see that you are young, it is a good time to engage in a career, it is a pity to waste it like this, if you are interested, my old man still has a bit of face, I can transfer you directly into Nanshui Palace, become a generation of celebrity chefs, I don't know what you think?"

"Let me enter the Nanshui Palace and become a generation of celebrity chefs?"

Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled dumbly: "I'm afraid Mr. Feng is mistaken, I'm a person, I pursue a leisurely life like idle clouds and wild cranes, and I don't want to get ahead." Hehe, so I can only live up to your kindness. But being able to get to know you is also a fate, so how about I give you a few more steamed buns in the future?"

"Young people are ambitious and admirable? If you want to give me steamed buns, the old man is welcome, but I am most interested in your flour."

Old Man Feng smiled and said, "Young man, if I'm not mistaken, although your white case kung fu is first-class, this steamed bun can be so delicious, and it still relies on the best flour." It's a shame to say it, my old man has been immersed in the kitchen for decades, and he thinks that he knows everything about red and white cases, and I can tell the flour from all over the world at a glance, but I don't see where your flour comes from, can you tell me?"

"Haha, nothing to say to anyone. My flour is called 'rolling up a thousand piles of snow', which I have improved with foreign species, so you naturally don't know it. ”

Zhou Yi considered that his xenomorphous rice and wheat would be exposed to everyone's eyes sooner or later, which could be regarded as a foreshadowing, anyway, it was not a high-tech nuclear weapon, and he was not afraid of causing too much trouble.

"Roll up a thousand piles of snow?

Feng Qingfan's eyes lit up: "Young man, how much flour do you have, can you sell some to me?"

(To be continued)

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