The old fat restaurant is not very far from Lin Zeng's courtyard, across the street of the night market, the nearest alley to go in, with Lin Zeng's footsteps, it takes about ten minutes to arrive. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lao Pang is not busy on weekdays, and the guests in his restaurant are all booked, and there are no more than five tables a day, and he will not entertain any more.

Lin Zeng was an exception.

It was really the pork he took out that day, and the quality was so good that Lao Fat couldn't help but be tempted.

Although the price of pigs, beef and mutton bred by Liu Shan is extremely high, three or four times that of high-end meat on the market, Lao Pang is a knowledgeable person, and when he saw that when the fresh meat arrived in the capital, there was no difference between the freshness and the state of freshly slaughtered, so he did not hesitate to order fresh meat.

Hearing that Lin Zeng's future father-in-law and mother-in-law had arrived, the fat on the old fat face shook, and he immediately jumped up from the bench in the back kitchen, pulled down the apron behind the door, put on a hat, and began to cook the ingredients that Lin Zeng brought.

The old fat sauce is a secret recipe, and Lin Zeng naturally doesn't know.

In about 40 minutes, several large plates of hard meat dishes are completely baked.

Lao Fat asked his apprentice to pack the vegetables for Lin Zeng, his eyes were squeezed into a slit by the fat meat, flashing with fine light, he looked at Lin Zeng and said, "Teacher Lin, your plate of meat is a large portion of six or seven people, you can eat it for three people, do you want to leave some for me?"

When Lin Zeng heard this, he shook his head violently.

He still remembers that during the Chinese New Year, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother had strong combat effectiveness after drinking tooth tea, so he specially prepared more ingredients.

Distribute it to the old fat, if you entertain them, the first meal will not let them be full, and it is not a pit.

"No, no, old fat master, next time, the old man is hungry, I'll go first. After Lin Zeng finished speaking, he hurriedly carried two large bags of packaged dishes, as well as rice crackers and rice that the old fat apprentice helped steam, large bags and small bags, and went straight to the courtyard.

"Eh, wait, what kind of rice did you let you steam just now?" The old fat saw Lin Zeng slipping away quickly, suddenly remembered something, and blurted out. When he was concentrating on cooking just now, he smelled a strange fragrance.

Because he was in a hurry to cook, he only heard from his apprentice that it was Lin Zeng who asked him to borrow the rice steamed in a small fragrant wooden barrel in the restaurant.

Just now, I was thinking about the meat, and I forgot to ask about it for a while.

It's a pity that Lin Zeng ran away a long time ago and didn't hear his question at all.

He saw Lin Zeng's back, gritted his teeth and thought about it, untied the apron on his body, threw it to the clever little apprentice next to him, stepped on heavy steps, and hurriedly chased after him.

The eldest apprentice who was helping the old fat tidy up the kitchen utensils asked the little junior brother angrily: "Is the master so good?" Mr. Lin entertains his father-in-law and mother-in-law, what kind of fun is the master running to join in?"

The young man, who was not tall and only reached the shoulders of the old fat apprentice, hung up the master's apron with a smile, and replied: "Isn't the master just taking advantage of other people's parents to come to the parents, and he is cheeky. Maybe grind two more pounds of high-quality chops, and we can make one more good wine banquet. ”

It turned out that although Lao Pang could buy the pigs, cattle and mutton raised by Liu Shan, he did have a quota. There are only 100 catties per month, and you can't choose a variety, and you can supply a table of meat every day, and you can suffocate the old fat alive.

After cooking the meat sent by Liu Shan every day, and then cooking the meat quality of the previous pearl little black pig, I couldn't lift my energy.

However, Ren Lao Fat said that he still couldn't get an extra pound of pork from Liu Shan, so this fat chef wanted to start from Lin Zeng.

Not to mention, he found the right direction with this flexibility.

Liu Shan is in charge of breeding, but how to sell this pork, he completely follows Lin Zeng's words.

Although Liu Shan was responsible for managing all aspects of the farm, at the beginning of its establishment, Lin Zeng gave him the initial start-up capital, so in Liu Shan's arrangement, Lin Zeng was the major shareholder of the farm.

Lin Zeng said that the pigs, cattle and sheep raised were sold slowly, and he left them until he opened an urban farm in Qinghe City, exclusively for the customers of the urban farm, and Liu Shan did not sell them at all, carefully fattening these livestock, continued to buy cubs, and waited for the opening of No. 90 Lin Zeng East Street.

The old fat surname is Zhao, his real name is Zhao Xiao'an, he is a native of Beijing, after meeting Lin Zeng, he chatted a few more words, and also knew that Lin Zeng had a renovated courtyard near his hotel.

He walked straight to the courtyard with fat and trembling thick legs.

Don't look at him fat, but as a cook, his physical strength is good, but where can he compete with Lin Zeng's speed, and he is already a cut behind, and when he arrived at the Wuzhen Song Courtyard, he was greeted only by the tightly closed red lacquer door.

Lin Zeng took out the largest dishes from the kitchen cupboard in the courtyard and arranged the cooked meat dishes one by one.

Each dish has a lot of portions, and this plate is piled up to the brim, and the meat is full of aroma, which arouses people's appetite.

In particular, Lao Fat's best braised pork, a thin and uniform three-layer pork belly, the fat is crystal clear, the lean meat is not dry, and it is wrapped in a bright secret sauce, even if it is in the soup, you can pull down two large bowls of white rice.

When Lin Zeng entered the door, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were studying the soul dancers planted in a row in the courtyard. Because the sound of entering the door was very soft, and the kitchen was in the front yard, the old couple was fascinated and didn't notice that the girl's boyfriend was back.

"Lao Jiang, look, how can this grass move, the leaves jump up, it's weird and beautiful. Mother Jiang glared and leaned over to observe this row of lively plants, as if she had discovered a new world, it was very novel.

"It's dancing grass. Dad Jiang doesn't need to hold his mobile phone to check the information to know the answer, and he shows it in front of Jiang's mother seriously, "It's the grass that can dance." ”

Mother Jiang rolled her eyes, and was about to complain about Dad Jiang's answer, but there was a knock at the door, which immediately drew the attention of the old couple.

"Huh, is Xiao Zeng back?" asked Jiang's mother hurriedly.

"I'll take a look. Dad Jiang put down the SLR camera in his hand and walked to the front yard, and as soon as he came out of the hanging flower door, he saw Lin Zeng coming out of the dining room and opening the door.

"Uncle Jiang, it's okay, I'll open the door. As soon as Lin Zeng had set up the braised pork and the secret stir-fried beef, he heard a knock at the door, and he wondered if he didn't have many acquaintances in the capital, so who would come to the door.

He opened the little door on the door, and a greasy fat face peeked in, smiling so hard that he couldn't even find a slit in his eyes.

"Old fat master?" Lin Zeng looked at the old fat who had just helped him cook the dishes inexplicably, and somehow in the blink of an eye, he ran to him again.

"Hehe," the old fat turned sideways and squeezed into the small door with difficulty, "Xiaolin, haha, we are neighbors, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, take advantage of today's free time, come and walk the door, ah, who is this?"

Lin Zeng listened to the old fat's enthusiastic and exaggerated rhetoric, and he was embarrassed to complain about the fake. If it weren't for Dad Jiang behind him, Lin Zeng would not want to deal with this cheeky fat chef.

"This is my girlfriend's dad. Lin Zeng said dryly. This old fat man is a good cook, but that oily and smooth is really difficult to deal with.

"Ouch!" the old fat grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and rushed to Jiang's father's side with an agile speed that had nothing to do with the fat body, held Jiang's father's hand, and shook hands enthusiastically, "It turned out to be Xiaolin's father-in-law, I have been looking up for a long time, I am Zhao Xiao'an, the cook on the opposite street, you can just call me old fat." ”

Dad Jiang was greeted by this fat man's super hot attitude, and he couldn't react for a while, and listened to this fat chef in a daze, with a Beijing accent, and said a lot of words neatly.