Chapter 126: Don't be in a hurry, Dong Qingping

In the early morning, the mist is faint.

The early peach blossoms had already bloomed, and a lark was chirping and jumping on the top of the tree.

The door of the Chu Waist Pavilion was closed, but the people inside were extremely busy.

Su Haoyi didn't go to the Lantai Medical Center, she was busy typing the menu in the back kitchen of the Chu Waist Pavilion.

On the day of the competition, it is only a table of noodles, but before that, you have to order the menu, choose the ingredients, prepare samples, and make changes to the tasting.

In the meantime, there may have been some variables. Everything must be considered in detail, and it is necessary to keep a back hand in case there is an accident on the spot.

Every year at the Oiran Congress, there are some surprises, big and small.

Rao is Chu Waist Pavilion has been open for 20 years, and every year when preparing, I have to be very careful, and I don't dare to be the slightest sloppy, for fear that an oversightful smash the brand.

However, I have also accumulated a lot of experience, and as long as I don't make a big mistake, I can deal with the past.

The business of Chu Waist Pavilion is big, and there are dozens of people in the kitchen alone.

There are many old people who have been working here for seven or eight years, among which Aunt Wen of the white case and Sixth Uncle Xin of the red case are the most famous.

The wages of two people are the same as the second-class girls in the museum, and there are big red envelopes during the New Year's holidays.

This was set by Aunt Yin'er herself, after all, eating and drinking is also a big deal.

Oiran meetings are held every year, but every year the food must be renovated, and it must not be the same as in previous years.

And there is a limit to the number of drinks for all kinds of dishes - 20 large dishes and 8 side dishes. Four kinds of wine and four kinds of staple food.

This is the old rule, too many styles will appear complicated, too few styles will be monotonous.

There must be four dishes of seafood, four dishes of land fresh, four dishes of vegetables, four kinds of dim sum, and four kinds of fruits in the 20 dishes.

Here, Aunt Wen and Sixth Uncle Xin were crossing their fingers and talking to Su Haoyi.

"This year, I want to use mullet balls, oyster yellow, conpoy and anchovy. Sheep liver, beef tongue, pork belly and deer tendon are used for ground goods. Dishes include spring bamboo shoots, shepherd's cabbage, dried cabbage and lettuce. Last year's dim sum was Qingtuan, jade belt cake, almond roll and fairy clothes, and this year we also made 20 kinds of them, and everyone chose from them. The best fruit is to use pomegranates, oranges, hawthorn and pears from the Wonder Garden. The staple food is only two kinds of rice and noodles, and then the pattern will be renovated, and a few more things will be made for everyone to taste, and finally four will be settled. ”

"With the two of you, I don't have anything to worry about, when the time comes, invite a few gourmets to come and let them try it," Su said with a smile: "I have asked Chen Song Sanye a few days ago, and he is now in Ganzhou, and he promised to help us personally select a batch of bowls and plates, which must be the best." Should be back in a few days. ”

This Song Sanye is the porcelain merchant she helped to do business with the boat gang at the beginning, and the business is not the biggest, but he is decent and meticulous.

Su kindly helped him, so he happily agreed to help.

The so-called gourmet utensils, although the dishes must be delicate and delicious, but the utensils must also be exquisite.

The dishes and utensils complement each other well, and they are sure to add a lot of color.

In fact, since responding to Dong Qingping's gamble, Su Haoyi asked Chu Waist Pavilion to close the door after he came back. Anyway, there weren't many guests, so it was better to calm down and prepare for the Oiran Meeting.

"Okay, let's get busy first, I'll take a look at the front." Su Haoyi entrusted the kitchen affairs to the two of them.

The people in the back kitchen went separately to get busy, and Su Haoyi also walked to the front hall.

"Mother, you haven't written a letter back these days, I don't know how it is now." After finishing a busy period, Su Hao sighed and muttered to himself.

Now that Aunt Yin'er is not at home, she must be the backbone of everyone. In front of everyone, she never showed the slightest tiredness and cowardice, because she knew that military spirit and morale were the most important.

But after all, it's flesh and blood, and it's only a teenager, how can there be no time when you're tired and depressed?

Whenever this time, she thinks of Aunt Yin'er, and she doesn't have to bear everything when she has her mother, there is always a dodge.

But it was only for a moment, Su Haoyi regained his spirits, took out a piece of paper from the boot tuck and opened it, listing the things that needed to be done.

There are ten days to go until the Oiran convention, and even half of the list is not yet complete.

A lot of things are only halfway through, but fortunately, the girls are already practicing the dance on the other side.

"Go to the Lantai Medical Center in the afternoon to see how Jixing's clothes are drawn." Su said kindly.

At the same time, Dong Qingping in the Liangxiao Courtyard was also agreeing with the cook on the table for the Oiran Conference.

Dong Qingping's skin is dark, so he especially likes to wear brightly colored clothes. The upper body is a brocade short jacket, the lower body is sprinkled with flowers and pleated skirts, and a pair of big eyes are black and white, revealing calculation and shrewdness.

In addition to Liang Xiaoyuan's own chef and assistant chef, he spent a lot of money. I invited two cooks who came out of the kilometer.

"Every food we eat must be fine and luxurious, and the materials used must be the best," Dong Qing leveled the whole head of the golden hairnet, and said to everyone in the kitchen: "Don't worry about the silver for me, this money will be doubled when it is spent." ”

He also instructed his henchmen beside him: "Take out the notebook that memorizes the recipes of the Oiran Conference in previous years, and give them a reference." ”

As he was talking, the musician led a few girls over and said to Dong Qingping: "Aunt Dong, don't just be in the kitchen, the music and choreography of this dance have not yet been settled!" I heard that the Chu Waist Pavilion has already practiced, and we are already lagging behind. ”

Dong Qingping's eyes rolled, his face was unhurried, and he said: "Look, isn't there still ten days, why is it in such a hurry?" Everything is on my mind, and I promise that it won't be delayed. What you have to do, don't mess around here. ”

"It's not that I want to cause chaos, it's really that Chu Waist Pavilion should not be underestimated, they can't be easily brought down in the capital for more than ten or twenty years." The musician came from the Eastern Capital, and he is an old man under Dong Qingping, and he is also very loyal.

"So what," Dong Qingping smiled very easily: "Isn't their old bustard not at home!" ”

"Although Su Hachiro is young, he is not a fuel-efficient lamp!" The musician was so anxious that he jumped to his feet: "I heard that he has made a lot of friends in Beijing, and we can't hold this place of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" ”

"No matter how powerful he is, he's just a little cub, can't I fight him at my age?" Dong Qingping said with a smile: "His Chu Waist Pavilion has been closed for several days, and he will have to get out of the house completely after the Oiran Conference." ”

"Even if the Chu Waist Pavilion doesn't work, there are other ones!" The musician said, "We need to show our own hands to make it." ”

"I know all this," Dong Qingping stretched out his hand and patted the musician on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we will win when the time comes." ”

The musician wanted to say something, but Dong Qingping turned around and went upstairs.

"Boss Dong, which one is this singing?" The musician looked at Dong Qingping's back and sighed.