Chapter Eighty-Three: Recipes
"You're serious. The so-called sea to the boundless sky is the shore, and the mountain is the peak, no matter how much they imitate it, it is only a copy of the goods, and I am the original! Since I am the original, then I am not afraid of anyone's imitation! Therefore, if you want to take pictures, I don't mind. What's more, everyone can eat golden fried rice now, isn't that good! At least, everyone has one more choice besides the chicken and fries set meal! As an aspiring chef, you should not only make money, but also bring food to every corner of the world. Li Qingming said lightly.
All the students saluted Li Qingming in unison.
This is too high, so that they can stand tall and tall.
"Look, I'll just say that the little master is by no means such a stingy and unmeasured person!" Chen Peng spoke, "I said before that there is no need to worry!"
"Yes, only an aspiring person like the little master can make such delicious cabbage and golden fried rice in soup! Why other people can't make it is because they have no ideals, they are just ordinary people tainted by money!" Hu Xiao looked adoring.
"I believe that in the future, the entire cuisine of the Federation will definitely undergo earth-shaking changes because of the appearance of the little master!" Zhu Qianfeng was also amazed.
Many of them are also boastful. At this moment, in their mouths, Li Qingming is the one who will change the world. As for the other chefs, they are just a bunch of vulgar people who are blinded by money and tainted by money.
It's no wonder that these students are so downcast. You know, after learning that overnight, the golden fried rice because of their reasons, and the streets are known to the streets, at first they are very happy. I think it's a good thing to help the little master publicize and let more people know about this kind of food.
But then, when they saw that the streets and alleys, overnight, were all golden fried rice, and everyone was talking about golden fried rice, and no one was talking about the little master, they knew that it was bad. The dish that I worked so hard to develop was stolen by someone, you say, can you not be angry? Anyone will be angry.
The things that I worked so hard to develop haven't done much, and they just developed them, but because they took pictures and uploaded them, they were plagiarized by the whole people. Inevitably, business will be much worse. It's about money, and even about the future.
As Li Qingming guessed, they felt guilty and didn't dare to come to see Li Qingming, and even many people decided to give up this delicacy. But under the persuasion of a few loyal fans, and the temptation of this soup cabbage, everyone still came. decided to come en masse to apologize to Li Qingming.
As a result, their worries are simply unnecessary. Li Qingming didn't care at all, and was full of confidence, which made their worries come to naught in an instant, which was natural, and the boasting of Li Qingming in the spoken language was not stingy.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to thank you for your trust and support. But since they're all here, it's not too early to go, so don't go. Let's have a meal together. I'm in for a treat!" Li Qingming said with a smile.
"The little master is so handsome!"
"Wrong! It should be the little master who is handsome!"
"Long live the little master!"
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All the students cheered.
Cheers to the food, and cheers to Li Qingming's open-mindedness.
Only Uncle Xiang was on the side, quite tangled. The money in this hand has been spent. It's free today, what will it sell tomorrow? This Xiao Ming, everything is good, but he can't be in charge. That's right, but it depends.
But now everyone is so happy, Uncle Xiang has no choice but to hold it in his stomach.
After that, it was naturally a joy for both guests and hosts.
Wonderful food, good mood, nothing could be happier than this.
This news naturally spread all the way to Jiang Fugui.
"Be proud, you will be proud first. I've been so proud in a few days!" Jiang Fugui had a treacherous look in his eyes, and there was a smell of conspiracy in the air.
Golden fried rice! Cabbage in soup! These are all opportunities to make a fortune! Jiang Fugui is gearing up.
At this moment, on the other side, everyone ate and was satisfied.
"It's still delicious little master, I also ate golden fried rice in the school cafeteria at noon, although it is also delicious, but compared with the little master, it is a lot worse!"
"Of course, this is a little master, a little master who takes the promotion of food as his own responsibility, how can he be compared to those vulgar chefs who drill into the eyes of money!"
"It's the little master, you're too far away, can you get closer?" someone suggested, "Also, can you find a restaurant outside, then the business will be better!"
Li Qingming smiled.
"Of course that's great, but for now, I still need to figure out some dishes. Just these few dishes are not enough to open a restaurant. To open a restaurant, you have to have a recipe!" Li Qingming said.
The crowd stammered a little.
It's not that people don't understand what a recipe is. It's a little incredulous.
Now I go to a take-out restaurant to eat, and there are also recipes. However, the recipe is extremely simple.
Generally speaking, it is an appetizer, a main dish, a dessert, a soup, and a drink. Each one is very simple, and most of them have different tastes. For example, appetizers, which are all kinds of salads, what kind of do you want. The staple food is this fried chicken and fries, what kind of flavor, whether it should be spicy or not, or whether to put some jam. As for desserts, that is, all kinds of fruits. As for soups, they are all kinds of vegetable soups.
That's the recipe. It looks like a thick book, but in reality, there is no choice at all. So most people go without looking at the menu, just say what flavor they want.
But Li Qingming is different. He meant to make a recipe.
This time, it made these students stutter a little.
"Little... Master, you, what do you mean, what do you mean, the dishes of the recipes?" one of the girls, Luo Jingqing, stammered.
"That's right, little master, the dishes of your recipe are not repeated, not heavy on taste?" the other person hurriedly added.
Li Qingming nodded.
"Only in this way, then it is called a restaurant! Otherwise, just a few dishes, what qualifications do you have to open a restaurant!" Li Qingming said with certainty.
This time, everyone gave Li Qingming a thumbs up.
"Little master, we will definitely spare no effort to help you publicize. Let everyone know what you want. We also hope that in the near future, there will be a restaurant in Jiangcheng where you can eat and have real recipes!" said everyone in unison.