Lawyer Zhou was full of complaints.

They're here to negotiate, not to eat. Besides, looking at the white and green wall paint with a strong style in the last century, with their net worth, they can't afford to come to this kind of place. No amount of whining can be made with the boss.

Qi Ling couldn't figure out Wen Erjun's thoughts, and she secretly felt a little strange.

Seem......

Her target was not a stake in the cannery, which made Qi Ling a little more vigilant.

Shi Tycoon did something in the cafeteria, but he couldn't hide it from her. She once asked Shi Tycoon in private, but Shi Tycoon didn't say much, but just told Qi Ling that if this project is done well, not only will the financial problem be solved, but also the canned food will not be sold in the future.

After the previous general manager, Qi Ling believed in Shi Tycoon very much.

She felt that there was always a magical and indescribable magic in this man, and any problem could be solved. With a reassuring smile on the corner of her mouth, she was not panicked by this sudden group of troublesome guests, and just walked to the door of the old cafeteria and looked.

Qi Ling's smile gradually froze.

Zhu Dong didn't have so much thought, and he didn't know how many people behind him secretly clashed during this short journey. When he saw the two subordinates who were moving things, his eyes widened, and he shouted Ah Huang and Ah Mao: "Your mother! Hurry up and take this depressing thing away from the door! ”

Ah Huang said, "Boss, didn't you ask us to make a few wreaths?" ”

Zhu Dong's eyes widened: "Lao Tzu asked you to do a festive thing, this thing has been demolished, do you think Lao Tzu can't see it?" ”

Qi Ling covered his forehead.

Is he really reliable?

Lawyer Zhou almost laughed out loud, angry and laughing, and he said to Wen Erjun: "Boss, you really can't waste time with this group of people. This place looks dirty to death, where should you ......"

Wen Erjun pursed his lips: "The time I am willing to squander is not a waste. Nothing to do, pastime. ”

Step inside the old cafeteria.

The old canteen has undergone a simple remodeling, and the fixed seats have been removed and replaced with the most common style of tables and chairs in small restaurants. The decoration style is good to say that it is industrial style, but to put it bluntly, there is no money to do it seriously.

The group saw an old man, a strong man, a young girl, and a cat, and stopped their busy movements, and looked at the group of well-dressed upper-class people with shocked faces.

Zhou Jingzong said in a low voice: "It's not simple. ”

Pan Yichang is used to keeping a low profile, he stared at the comers, and subconsciously asked Zhou Jingzong in a breathless voice: "Where is it not simple?" ”

"That watch is at least 200,000."

Pan Yi was stunned for a long time: "What else?" ”

"Isn't that enough?" Zhou Jingzong made a loud noise.

Huang Wen stood next to the cat and stroked it with peace of mind, brushing from the soft bristles on the forehead to the back of the neck, which is the fattest and softest place for the cat in addition to its belly.

The big orange meowed in comfort, and when it saw Wen Erjun, it suddenly arched its body, revealing a vigilant posture.

Huang Wen hurriedly reassured Da Tangerine: "Da Tangerine, what's wrong......

But the big orange couldn't speak: "Meow! ”

It recognizes Wen Erjun.

"Meow meow!!" Tachibana screamed loudly, but no one in the audience could understand it.

They were finally seated.

Wen Erjun's gaze stopped in front of Lao Zhou and Pan Yichang, and asked with a smile: "You are the master here?" ”

Lao Zhou: "That's right. ”

Pan Yichang: "Sort of." ”

"Just make something special, I'm just a little hungry." Wen Erjun said softly.

"Meow!"

The big orange couldn't sit still, it jumped out of Huang Wen's arms, turned around and yelled at Huang Wen, attracting her to her, and then squatted behind the stove, dipped its paws in dust, and began to write on the ground.

"Stove Temple."

Zaowangyuan, also known as Huaguo Chef Qualification Review Committee. As a national-level profession, chefs have a rating system, and naturally there is also an inspection and audit system, the purpose of which is to ensure the quality of the industry and prevent the existence of mixed guys.

Most of its members are well-known characters in the culinary world.

Every four years, it is selected by hundreds of top hotels, restaurants and gastronomic establishments, with a total of 26 executive members, and among these 26 executive members, two vice-chairmen and a chairman are secretly elected to the public.

Any executive member has the right to control the future of the chef's profession.

If an executive member questions or even harshly criticizes a chef or a hotel, the impact is likely to last a lifetime.

Huang Wen was born in a family of chefs, and she knew the stakes and couldn't recognize it, so she gasped. She quietly told Lao Zhou and Pan Yichang, Lao Zhou shuddered, and Pan Yichang was so frightened that he almost exposed his extra limbs and arms.

Lao Zhou secretly looked at Wen Erjun: "That's the woman?" Stove Temple's? ”

"That's what Tachibana said." Huang Wen hesitated: "I don't know. ”

That's when Mr. Zhou received a phone call.

He said impatiently into the phone: "Ms. Wen's schedule has been arranged, please tell Mayor Qiu that you need to wait patiently for a while." ”

Hang up.

Lawyer Zhou leaned over and asked Wen Erjun for instructions: "Qiu Yang, Mayor of Fengjing City, invites you to the banquet. ”

Wen Erjun said: "It's too abrupt, let's talk about it another day." ”

Qi Ling was speechless.

She is so envious of this kind of awesome appearance that she is at the pinnacle of a strong woman's life. The number one person in Fengjing's political circles said that he refused to refuse, whether it was black or white, whatever I wanted.

At the same time, Qi Ling's attitude was also more cautious.

She can be willful, but not in the face of the future of the big Yali cannery.

"Feel free to do something." Wen Erjun urged.

The voice was soft.

For Zhou Jingzong, Pan Yichang and Huang Wen, it is like a thousand pounds. The ingredients in the refrigerator are very ordinary, the quality is sparse and ordinary, and in front of the tongue of the stove king, they don't think that this can be easily fooled.

Lao Zhou asked, "What to do?" ”

"The most familiar." Pan Yi took a long deep breath, no longer procrastinating, and began to pound the bait silk with a mallet, and the soft sticky dough gradually tightened under the rapid blow.

Lao Zhou was anxious: "Then I can't make roasted sweet potatoes!" ”

Pan Yichang said solemnly: "You help me do it." Will you make pork dumplings? Don't stir-fry, use roasted, I need a crispy paste to balance out the flavor of the soup. ”

"Roasted Shaozi...... No problem. Lao Zhou also became serious, and he instructed Huang Wen: "Hot oil, olive oil with low acid value, between 190 degrees and 200 degrees, can it be controlled?" Then cut the pork into small foams, which should not be larger than soybeans. ”

The words are not finished yet.

Huang Wen has already set up the oil pot, lit the fire, took out the pork ribs from the refrigerator, cut them obliquely with a knife, and made them into slices with precision, the action is clean and neat, and the action of chopping the meat foam is quite like a printer.

Fast, extremely fast, and error-free.

With the sound of tuk tuk, the pork belly turned into a small word like a mosquito and a fly.

Lao Zhou was quite surprised, and insiders watched the doorway.

Huang Wen's sword skills alone are not simple......

Lao Zhou kept working in his hands and asked, "Which master is the master?" It's really a good apprentice. ”

Huang Wen replied, "It's Mr. Shi." ”

"No wonder, no wonder...... Lao Zhou said with relief: "The master who exhales into a flame is definitely not bad at cooking." ”

Five minutes.

Remove the cooked white bait shreds. This snack is similar to rice noodles, but the taste is different. The rice noodles are smooth and elastic, and the bait silk is flexible and fragrant. When it comes to silk cooking, I'm afraid no one is better at it than spiders.

He held the wide porcelain bowl steadily and walked towards Wen Erjun.

The bowl is decorated with only white soup, shredded white bait, and chopped green onions.

"So plain?" Lawyer Zhou felt strange: "There is no taste, how can I eat it." ”

Wen Erjun was silent, looking at Pan Yichang with a smile.

Pan Yichang lowered his head, took the chopsticks, went deep into the white soup, drew a circle around the edge of the bowl, and then suddenly turned the bait silk ball over, revealing the pork Shaozi hidden underneath.

The aroma of rich gravy hits the face.

Sweet, full of the most classic pork flavor, reminiscent of the fluffiness of pork between the lips and teeth.

Slightly scorched, what is even more tempting is that in addition to the scorched gas, the squeak that makes the fingers move is the beautiful music of pork boiling in fat, and it is the supreme state of color and flavor in color.

Uproar –

Everyone present couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Lawyer Zhou's eyes straightened.

Qi Ling had eaten lunch, but he still felt hungry, and he couldn't wait to fly over and taste what that bowl of magical bait tasted like.

Wen Erjun raised his hand, drew everyone's attention, picked up a strand of bait, carried the meat foam, and slowly sent it into his mouth.

Everyone guessed what the ultimate enjoyment would be with this bait-

Wen Erjun's brows slowly stretched, and he gently lowered his chopsticks.

"Not good enough."