Chapter 225: A private interview with Weifu
After confessing his guilt, Qin Long led the horse to a tree in the backyard and tied it up, then turned back and glanced at Chen Ping's size and clothes.
He is not very old, but his body is straight, he is dressed in a short-sleeved suit, neat, very decent, with deep and calm eyes, carrying a long bow and a quiver at the waist.
"It should be a rich kid who went out hunting." Qin Long quickly made a judgment in his heart, and then a cloud of condensation rose again, "Why don't you see a servant?" Aren't the elders in the family afraid that something will happen? They are all big families, and they are cold, but they don't care about their own children like this, and they have never seen them before. ”
Thinking like this, he inevitably felt some sympathy for Chen Ping, and wiped the clean table and chair a few times, Qin Long took a wooden sign and came over: "These are all written dishes, you can take a look at it first, see what you like to eat, I'll go and make it for you, and you may not taste it at home." ”
The wooden plaque is flat, engraved with words, small letters, and is very upright and eye-catching than Chen Ping's charcoal pen.
Seeing Chen Ping staring at the wooden plate stunned, Qin Long's face smiled, and he said what he had said countless times, with pride: "Little Lao'er is illiterate, and the dishes on the wooden plate are all engraved by my son." It's a pity that the family is thin, and there is not much money as a bondage, but it takes pity on my son. ”
"The font is beautiful, calm and powerful, and it is indeed good." Chen Ping praised it from the bottom of his heart, the dishes were engraved on the wooden plate, and the first dish was braised pork, which made the corners of Chen Ping's mouth hooked, showing a knowing smile, and then looked down, steamed fish, fish-flavored shredded pork, kung pao chicken, sour cabbage and the like, all of which were dishes in the customer's store, and put a wooden card, "You look different from this dish, but how does it taste?" ”
"Although my shop is a little shabby, you look down on me, don't you? Rest assured, the food I made here must not be bad. Qin Long almost patted his chest.
"Okay, there's a dish for each of the dishes on the wooden sign. By the way, steam some more rice. Chen Ping said.
Qin Long's mouth opened slightly, looked outside the door, and there was no one around, and then looked at Chen Ping's dress, but his heart fell: "You are alone?" ”
"I'll wait for someone." Chen Ping dispelled Qin Long's worries.
"Okay, I'll go." The suspicion dissipated, Qin Long immediately understood, and he felt strange before, why did a rich kid come out of the night alone, it turned out to be waiting for someone, but then his heart became warm, and the dishes on the table, this one person today, also earned.
Qin Long was alone, and he went to the backyard to pick up and prepare food, and after a while, he came out to greet Chen Ping.
The last rays of the western glow ended, and the light and shadow in front of the store rose to the sky, and the night soaked and diffused, and the food on the table was set for a while.
In the store, there were still only two people, Chen Ping sat at the table, looked at the layout in the store, and occasionally asked a word or two.
Qin Long leaned against the door, kept looking at the post road outside the store, looking at the elongated and darkened shadow of the elm tree in front of the door, his face was dark.
"It's getting dark, why don't the people you're waiting for come?" Busy with work, Qin Long thought that he would treat the guests slowly, and he was still worried when cooking, but a table of slowly dishes was put on the table for a while, and before anyone arrived, Qin Long couldn't help but be a little anxious, "The meals are cold, how can this be good." ”
"On such a hot day, it doesn't hurt to let it go." Chen Ping turned the wrench in his hand and looked back at the north of the post road, Qinlan Chuanyi was hidden in the dark, and the broken hills were like hidden and dormant monsters, devouring Chuanyi by twilight, "It's troublesome for you, delaying your rest." ”
"You're tormenting my little old man, you pay for the meal, this meal is not touched, can I still kick you out?" Qin Long saw that the sky was dark and the food on the wooden table was blurry, so he hesitated for a moment, and finally walked to the side to get the oil lamp out, and went to the backyard again, and when he returned, there was an extra fire fold in his hand.
Lifting the cap on the fold of the fire, Qin Long blocked it with one hand, blew it a few times, the flames flickered, swaying on his face to reflect a dim yellow, and the oil lamp lit.
"It's a fire fold, it's really convenient. How can people be so smart, you say? I don't know who came up with such a good thing, cooking and making a fire is more time-saving than the rootstock. I'm not afraid of your jokes, the little old man is old, and his hands and feet are a little disobedient, and the rootstock needs to take some effort. Several times diners came, but the fire was not lit, and the meal was slower, which annoyed people. Later, I heard that there are fire sickles sold in the county and city, a hundred yuan, it is more expensive, but you don't put money into it, such a store, where is there still someone coming? I endured the pain and bought a set, and I had to give a few fire folds. ”
A set of fire sickles for Baiwen money, even now, the price has not changed, and the shops in Liuhe County have sold them cheaper, and Chen Ping only competes by discounting or giving away other items.
For example, this fire fold, hemp paper is rolled solidly, and there is a thin layer of iron sheet on the cap, and in the middle of the iron sheet is a raised flame-like pattern, which is produced by Chen Ping's family.
"The food in your shop is full of color and flavor, but it is different from the other family, I don't know where you learned it?" Before anyone arrived, sitting in this store, thinking about his identity, he felt that it was also a private visit to Weifu, so Chen Ping chatted casually.
But Chen Ping asked so directly, Qin Long was nervous, looked at Chen Ping vigilantly, saw that Chen Ping's eyes were clear, he was really just curious, hesitated for a moment, and estimated that a meal on the table also occupied a little weight: "I usually don't say this to others, I think you are kind, so I'll tell you." ”
"Thank you very much." Stir-frying is not a secret, and Chen Ping did not specifically emphasize that the chefs in the customer inn guard this skill, after all, people come and go, if you have a heart, you will always be able to inquire.
Xu Youmao seized the restaurant in Chen Wang's house, and when it was only two days after the opening of the Jun Customer Inn, there was also stir-fried food.
The rumor spread, Chen Ping would not close the back kitchen for the sake of a stir-fry, or do things to confine and intimidate the cook, in fact, the treatment of Jiang Yuan and several other cooks is of a high standard in the inn.
It's just that I didn't expect that in a place near the county border, such a store actually has stir-fried dishes. In his heart, Chen Ping was a little happy.
When the three objects of fire sickle, fire fold, and toothbrush came out, Chen Ping was also happy, but it was only because he could make money. Here, seeing the emergence of stir-fried food, it was not because of money, but because of the change in lifestyle and a trace of change in society, which made Chen Ping excited and a little proud.
"There is a gentleman's inn in Liuhe County, that shop, it is really amazing, three stories high, the interior is luxuriously decorated, even the ground is paved with wooden boards, and my stir-fry skills are learned from there." Qin Long said, probably because he felt that the customer stack was raised a little, and it was inevitable that his own store would be underestimated, "Of course, my store is smaller, but it's clean, I'm going to wipe it every other hour." If you don't believe it, if you look at this desktop, you won't be able to get a trace of dust. (To be continued.) )