In the next few days, the psychological shadow of mango wontons to Shang Huaiyan was too thick, he occasionally came here, occasionally did not come, and a few times he came, but he met the "repeat customer" that Yi Baitang said.

It was a middle-aged man.

For three hundred and sixty-five days a year, he seemed to wear a gray leather jacket and black trousers for three hundred and sixty-six days. Every time at 8 a.m. and 6 p.m., it was the time for him to come to a hotel. When he arrived at a restaurant, he would sit in the last seat against the wall, casually say "have breakfast" or "have dinner", and when he was done, he didn't order anything specific.

Yi Baitang has become accustomed to the painting style of this guest. He let out a casual "um" and went into the kitchen again.

Separated by a wall, some people's outside are deserted, but no one's inside is full of enthusiasm.

The plugged-in rice cooker hummed, the crockpot simmered over a low fire, and the large steamer stacked on top of each other, all enveloped in steaming steam.

Yi Baitang first removed the clay pot simmering on the fire, then opened the steamer, took out a bun and a steamed bun, put them all together, and sent them hot outside.

In such a kung fu of one in and one out, the middle-aged man who came in had already taken out his mobile phone and was making a call, and the phone calls had not stopped since he came in, speaking of impatience, the middle-aged man had already scolded a series of times, and it seemed that he almost threw the mobile phone in his hand to the ground, but a phone call was over, but in more than ten seconds, there was no middle-aged man who took a bite of the bun and swallowed the little effort, and the middle-aged man took the mobile phone again and broadcast a new call.

Shang Huaiyan, who was sitting next to him, had another dark meal today.

He first looked at the other party's very normal steamed buns, and then looked down at his banana lemon ham roll with a little bitterness, chewing the food in his mouth without knowing the taste, it was sweet, sour and salty, and he wanted to vomit a little......

Before he could try to swallow the food in his mouth, and Yi Baitang said to change to a normal steamed bun breakfast, the middle-aged man sitting in the corner answered four or five painful calls, gobbled up the food on the table, and then paid the bill and left.

Shang Huaiyan watched the middle-aged man leave, and then turned to Yi Baitang: "How long has he been here to eat?" …… Don't you think the food you eat at certain times is weird? ”

Yi Baitang thought about it: "It's been a week." Never said that the food was weird. ”

Shang Huaiyan was about to ask Yi Baitang why middle-aged people could eat normal food every time they came!

Depend on! Miscellaneous! Whatever!

No! Open! Heart!

They're the ones who really share life and death together, aren't they?!

Yi Baitang glanced at Shang Huaiyan slowly, and recalled slowly: "I remember last night...... I made stir-fried meat with oranges. ”

Shang Huaiyan: "What." ”

Yi Baitang: "The night before yesterday, I made a tomato soup ball pot. ”

Shang Huaiyan: Trembling.

Yi Baitang: "The night before yesterday—"

Shang Huaiyan hurriedly said: "Don't say it, I know, he must have lost his sense of taste." ”

As soon as these words came out, Yi Baitang's brows suddenly wrinkled.

Speaking of which, that person who has eaten something here for so long has not left a word of Jianyì, and his heart is congested.

Could it be that the food I've recently made is so bad that people don't even want to evaluate it?

Yi Baitang's mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

He was unhappy: "Are you all so busy?" Don't want to put down the phone when it's time to eat? ”

Shang Huaiyan: "......" lay down with a gun.

He was a little complicated: "Well, I'm not very busy, and I don't focus on talking on the phone while eating." ”

Yi Baitang: "Oh. ”

Then silence.

Shang Huaiyan thought about saying something.

Yi Baitang had already raised his eyes: "What else do you have to do, don't you have to go to work?" So idle? ”

Shang Huaiyan: "......"

Silence again.

Shang Huaiyan: "If you want it, then I'll ......"

Yi Baitang: "Goodbye." ”

Shang Huaiyan: Can you still communicate well?!

After sending everyone who came to the hotel away, Yi Baitang simply closed the roller shutter door of the hotel again and re-entered the kitchen to study the food.

For a week, the middle-aged man who had just entered the store didn't talk to him about a serious word, and Yi Baitang seemed to be running out of inspiration before, and he didn't have any inspiration in cooking, so he let himself go and mix it randomly. But this time, Yi Baitang decided that he would cook a good meal and serve it to the middle-aged man at six o'clock in the evening, and get a review from the customer.

His gaze fell first on the flames of the stove.

The soup that is boiling there is the soup that Fang just served to the middle-aged people, it is a winter food tonic soup, the main ingredient is beef bones, and there are traditional Chinese medicines such as angelica, codonopsis, wolfberry, etc., which are specially used to suck the greasy of beef bones clean, and only the nourishing part is flowed, which is suitable for refreshing in the morning.

But the taste ...... It's really not rich enough.

So Yi Baitang's gaze turned to another crockpot.

Under the crockpot, the small fire had been burning for two days and two nights, and the ducks in it had already been crispy, and the umami of the duck soup should have rolled out.

Yi Baitang decided on a soup.

Then because of this soup, he thought of a series of dishes stewed cabbage with chestnut, chestnut stewed with duck soup until fully cooked, and then put the cabbage into the cooking, only add a little salt in the process, the finished product has both the sweetness of cabbage and the freshness of duck soup, nourishing yin and dryness, appetizing and strengthening the spleen.

The sky in the distance dimmed.

At six o'clock in the evening, the half-covered roller shutter door of a hotel opened again, and Yi Baitang sat down at the bar again, continuing the chicken yard that had not been completed in the morning.

He didn't wait long, the middle-aged man hurried from a distance at a fixed time, entered the old seat of the shop, sat down, and shouted again, "Boss, have dinner." ”

I've been waiting for you for a long time.

It's time for you to know how good my craft is.

Yi Baitang nodded quietly, and entered the kitchen to make the final preparations: scoop up the chestnuts placed in the duck soup, cook them in the pot with the cabbage, and then sprinkle the specially set aside chestnuts on the cabbage and soup to decorate them.

After finishing this qiē, he brought the food to the middle-aged man's table as in the morning.

The middle-aged man was not surprised to be on the phone.

While talking on the phone, he picked up his chopsticks and ate.

But this time was suddenly different from the previous ones.

The middle-aged man took a sip of soup and ate a mouthful of food, and without touching the round rice, he suddenly got up from his seat and shouted at the phone: "What did you say?!" ”

But the other end of the phone seemed to have hung up the phone, so the middle-aged man "fed" a few times and then threw his chopsticks in a hurry, dropped a fifty yuan and kicked out of the chair and rushed out of the hotel.

Yi Baitang: "......"

Since then, no new guests have come in the hotel.

Two hours later, Yi Baitang closed the door with a calm face, cleaned up and processed the food in the back kitchen and walked to the nearby park.

There is a group of stray cats and dogs entrenched there, and in the two months since he came here to open the shop, Yi Baitang has been there to solve the remaining meals.

In the corner of the park, Yi Baitang came to a fixed position with his things, and the cats and dogs around him surrounded him.

He sat on the park chair, opened the food he brought, and distributed it to the stray animals in front of him, and one or two cats and dogs that were not afraid of people jumped on his knees on the way, and he didn't mind, he grabbed something with disposable gloves and fed them separately.

He was ...... at this time In fact, I was a little depressed, and I thought about whether I really didn't make a good meal. So much so that he didn't realize that not far from where he was sitting, a new friend was silently observing him.

The new friend admits that he is indeed a bit of an idle egg.

He didn't deliberately follow Yi Baitang over, but when he went to Yi Baitang to eat, he happened to see his other party pull down the roller shutter door with a calm face, and leave with a large number of things with a calm face...... He looked at it for a moment, and he almost thought that the other party was going to do something terrible, and then he couldn't help but follow.

After a few days of contact, he also almost understood Yi Baitang's situation, of course, he didn't have too deep understanding, but he knew some one-sided things, such as Yi Baitang bought the store pù two months ago, for example, in the past two months, the store pù has been operating silently and dismal; Another example is that Yi Baitang doesn't seem to have seen any family or friends in the past two months, and has always been alone, as if all the weight of his life is pressed on the profession of chef.

To be fair, it's pretty special......

The rotating lamp in the park suddenly shone on Yi Baitang, so a slightly depressed face crashed into Shang Huaiyan's eyes.

Shang Huaiyan had a flash of inspiration, came to Yi Baitang's side in a few steps, and asked:

"Are you worried that your craftsmanship is not good? - Not true. ”

When the words fell, he immediately corrected himself:

"Or rather, are you suddenly unable to tell if you're doing something good or not?"

What the?!

Where did he come from?!

How did he know what I was thinking?!

That's how he knew about it?!

Yi Baitang was stunned.