Mid-Autumn Festival, full moon, Xu Qing's family came to Xujia Restaurant.

Wang Peng, the general manager of the restaurant, and Chen Haiming, the head chef, came over with a group of managers.

The smile on Wang Peng's face was very sincere, not the professional smile he had seen customers in the past: "Uncle Kun, Aunt Xiu, you are here,"

Grandpa smiled and patted Wang Peng's shoulder: "Peng, you have gained weight again, and you are about to become a Maitreya Buddha." ”

"The food in the restaurant is good, I eat more food every day, the business is good, I am happy, and then I am heavier. Wang Peng said with a smile.

"The business of the restaurant is good this year, and it is inseparable from the hard work of you and Haiming. Grandpa praised.

"It's all the foundation laid by Uncle Kun, otherwise Xujia Restaurant would not have become the No. 1 Chinese restaurant in the Bay Area. Wang Peng's expression was very sincere, not hypocritical at all, but also proud.

"At the beginning, you were a childish teenager, but now you are a middle-aged man with a big belly. Grandpa showed a nostalgic expression:

"And Heming, who was a high-spirited young man at the beginning, is now a little old man with gray hair. ”

"Brother Kun, time flies so fast, you were a handsome middle-aged uncle with a lofty spirit, and now you are an old man with a wrinkled face. Chen Haiming also sighed.

"You guy's mouth is still so poisonous. Grandpa laughed and scolded.

"It's not as good as Brother Kun. Chen Haiming said with a smile.

After grandma and a few other people finished talking about the old days, she came out and said: "Okay, old man, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the day of reunion, everyone is happy to have a meal, don't be sad here and miss that." ”

Grandpa immediately closed his mouth and stopped talking.

A group of people tried to hold back their laughter, very hard.

The group entered the restaurant, Wang Peng and Chen Haiming walked on both sides of the grandfather, trying to help the grandfather, but the grandfather slapped it off.

Xu Qing looked at this scene very interestingly, Wang Peng and Chen Haiming came to Xujia Restaurant as apprentices when Xujia Restaurant was first established, and learned to cook from their grandfather.

A few months later, his grandfather found that Wang Peng had a lively temperament but was not very talented in cooking, so he asked him to be the lobby foreman.

Chen Haiming has a quiet temperament and a high talent for cooking, so he asked him to continue cooking.

More than 20 years later, Wang Peng has become the general manager of Xujia Restaurant, and Chen Haiming has become the head chef of Xujia Restaurant.

The relationship between the three people is very good, Wang Peng and Chen Haiming have no inhibitions in front of their grandfather, and their grandfather also regards the two of them as juniors.

It's 8 o'clock in the evening, the peak dining season, especially today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, many Chinese come to the restaurant to eat, and every table in the hall is full.

"Now there are more Chinese in the Bay Area, and they are richer, which is good. Grandpa saw the situation in the restaurant and sighed.

Xujia Restaurant is a high-end restaurant, and the price of meals is relatively expensive, and the price of ordinary meals is hundreds of dollars.

For the Chinese at the bottom of the American ladder, a hundred dollars per meal is a bit of a luxury.

Although the average monthly salary in the United States is about $1,800, the average salary is a very nonsense figure in that country.

Most people earn less than the average wage, not to mention the Chinese, who earn less than $1,000 a month.

In the past, when my grandfather was still in charge of the Xu family restaurant, the restaurant was rarely full, even for festivals like the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Spring Festival.

So when Grandpa sees the restaurant full, he is very emotional and very happy, which means that the life of Chinese people is getting better and better.

The group walked to the location of the box on the third floor, and the place to eat was the box where Xu Qing had eaten before, whenever the Xu family wanted to come to the Xu family restaurant for dinner, the place to eat was that box.

There is a large round table in the box, which can seat 10 people, and the Xu family, Aunt Wu, and several important managers of the restaurant participated in the dinner, just 10 people.

Aunt Wu usually doesn't sit at the same table with the Xu family to eat, but during traditional Chinese festivals, she still sits together, stubborn and funny.

Chen Haiming has already gone to the kitchen, and he has half an hour to make a few of the most important dishes.

Usually when the Xu family comes to the restaurant for dinner, Chen Haiming will cook a few of the most important dishes, and the rest will be made by other chefs.

It's too time-consuming to make the whole dish, and there are more than a dozen dishes in total.

The dishes could not be made in advance, and Chen Haiming could not participate in the dinner party while cooking.

The purpose of the dinner party is to chat, chatting, chatting, Chen Haiming is cooking, and others are eating and chatting, which is not very good.

The dishes were served one after another, and finally the dishes made by Chen Haiming were served.

3 dishes, respectively, white cut chicken, stuffed tofu, and baked lobster in soup.

"Brother Kun, you can evaluate these 3 dishes. ”

Chen Haiming has a worried look on his face, every time he has a dinner, the dishes he makes will be commented by his grandfather, most of which are not very good, and he has not made dishes that satisfy his grandfather.

Grandpa picked up chopsticks, put a piece of white-cut chicken in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and then tasted stuffed tofu and baked lobster in soup.

"Very good, there are no big problems, but there are some small problems, the slippery white cut chicken, the aroma of stuffed tofu, and the freshness of baked lobster in soup have not yet reached the extreme.

Of course, this is also because I am too harsh, and I judge your dishes with the highest standards.

The ultimate taste, most chefs can't make it in their lifetime, including me, I have tasted that extreme taste before, and I will never forget it for a lifetime, but unfortunately I only tasted it once, which is a pity. ”

"Brother Kun, I seem to have a feeling for the extreme taste you said, but that feeling is very ethereal, and I can't catch it. Chen Haiming wondered.

"It means that you are only one foot away from the door, and I can't help you, your current level is not lower than mine, and that feeling can only be understood by yourself. Grandpa said happily.

"Okay, you two don't discuss what it feels like, the food gets cold every time you finish the discussion. Grandma came out to speak again.

Grandpa and Chen Haiming laughed, every time the two of them had a meal, they would discuss how to make the dishes better, and then they couldn't stop, and it was common to discuss for half an hour and an hour.

Everyone ate and chatted, and talked about the promotion of Chinese food.

"Chinese food is difficult to promote, after Xujia Restaurant is on the right track, I want to open Xujia Restaurant into a chain store, but it fails, I can't do it at all.

I opened a branch of Xujia Restaurant and hired a few good chefs, but the customers of the branch said that the taste of the food was not as good as that of the main store.

Although the business of the branch is good, it is only by lowering the price and more portions than the main store that the business is maintained.

In the long run, it will definitely damage the interests of the head office, and then I closed the branch and concentrated on doing a good job in Xujia Restaurant. ”

Grandpa once wanted to be like McDonald's, opening branches of Xujia Restaurant all over the world, making money is one thing, and more importantly, it can promote Chinese food.

But his idea was quickly shattered by reality.