In the back kitchen of the restaurant in the house, Zhu Haifeng, the founder and chef of the restaurant, is in the back kitchen observing the chefs preparing dishes.

Suddenly, a waiter walked into the back kitchen and said, "Boss, Mr. Zhang has arrived, and the front desk has welcomed him into the private room." ”

Zhu Haifeng nodded: "Yes, thank you, I'll go." ”

has been in Yanjing for a long time, and he speaks the Beijing accent quite fluently.

After that, he told the sous chef: "Mr. Zhang is a guest who Lao Sun takes special care of, and he is also a professional gourmet, so you should prepare your dishes carefully!" ”

The deputy hurriedly said, "Boss, please rest assured." ”

Zhu Haifeng washed his hands and said, "Yes, I'll go back when I go." ”

A few minutes later, Zhang Hao, who was sitting in the private room drinking tea, met the honest chef.

"Hello Mr. Zhang, I'm Zhu Haifeng, the head chef of the house, and your visit to the restaurant today is really full of brilliance!"

"Hello, Chef Zhu, don't be so polite." Zhang Hao smiled and said, "I came to dine alone, and you also helped me reserve a private room, which is really kind." ”

"You're welcome!" Zhu Haifeng handed over the menu with a smile and said, "Lao Sun asked me to arrange the menu for you in advance, you can take a look!"

If you don't have a taboo, we'll serve you this menu. ”

Zhang Hao took a cursory look at the menu and nodded, "That's it, thank you." ”

Zhu Haifeng said earnestly: "Okay, then I'll prepare the dishes first, and then ask you to give some suggestions about the dishes." ”

Looking at Zhu Haifeng's departing back, the expression on Zhang Hao's face gradually became strange.

It seems that Sun Zhaoguo must have said something to this Chef Zhu to make the latter regard him as a food expert.

However, he really didn't have much research on Shencheng cuisine.

In other words, Cao Xueqin did not study this.

He muttered to himself: "I don't know if it's too late to bring the dishes to Lao Cao to taste on the spot?" ”

What he didn't know was that while he was talking to Zhu Haifeng, a table in the private room next door was discussing him.

One of the chubby men asked curiously: "I just saw Chef Zhu enter the private room next door, what did you say about today's distinguished guests, who alarmed him?" ”

"I have the impression that when I entered the restaurant, I happened to see the waiter with a little brother entering the private room." A woman said, "The little brother is a fresh face, but he is super handsome, maybe some kind of Internet celebrity or star!" ”

The third person retorted: "No, last time, a few food bloggers with more than one million fans came to visit the store, and Lao Zhu also sat firmly on Mount Tai." ”

The last man with a serious appearance said, "I said you, if you are really curious, please ask Master Zhu to come and ask, isn't it?" ”

The chubby man smiled: "Lao Hong, we don't have as much face as you. ”

The woman also chimed in: "Yes, you are a professional gourmet, and we are not." ”

The other person also nodded and said, "I think, you have to come out of this matter." ”

"Gotta me!" A smile appeared on the stern-faced man's face, "Okay, then I'll be a villain." Error-free updates @"

After that, he said to the waiter: "I'm sorry, can you please ask Chef Zhu to come over and have a chat?" ”

The waiter obviously knew him, and nodded hurriedly, "Okay, Mr. Hong." ”

So, Zhu Haifeng, who left the private room where Zhang Hao was, came to the private room where the four people were.

After hearing the doubts of the four people, he smiled and said, "According to the rules, I can't tell you personal information such as the customer's name, but I can reveal a message to you, that gentleman is considered to be in our circle." ”

"I see, no wonder you're in the field." Mr. Hong said, "Master Zhu, it's not that we don't understand the rules, it's just that we basically know your old customers here, and when we suddenly see a new face today, we are inevitably a little curious." ”

"I see what you mean." Zhu Haifeng said with a smile, "Hong Yu, you should know that Master Sun Zhaoguo of Shencheng has recently improved an ancient Fagong fish ball, right?" ”

"I know, many gourmets I know in Shencheng have come to taste it, and they are full of praise." Hong Yu said curiously, "What is the connection between this matter and Master Sun?" ”

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The person who cooked the ancient French cuisine was the gentleman in the private room. Zhu Haifeng smiled, "You said, does it matter?" ”

"Really?" Hong Yu almost stood up from his chair in surprise, "I heard, that gentleman is very young?" ”

Zhu Haifeng smiled slightly, which was a tacit acquiescence.

Hong Yu sighed: "Hey, at a young age, you can discuss the merits of cooking with a former chef at a state banquet, which chef family is this from?" ”

"I don't know about this, anyway, I also prepared an ancient dish today, and I want to ask that gentleman to help comment on one or two!" Zhu Haifeng smiled, "Several, I'm missing, I have to go back to the kitchen!" ”

After he left, after a few people in the private room looked at each other, they only heard Hong Yu say with emotion:

"It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves!"

Zhang Houlang didn't know anything about the discussion of several people, he only felt that the meal was a little "hard".

Every time he served a dish, Zhu Haifeng would ask him if the dish was in line with his taste and if there was anything to be improved after he tasted it.

Seeing a Michelin-starred chef put his posture so low, Zhang Hao was really embarrassed.

Fortunately, Cao Xueqin's reserves of culinary knowledge are quite abundant.

Although they don't know much about Shencheng cuisine, the communication between Zhang Hao and Zhu Haifeng still makes the latter feel refreshed.

Three hours later, the feast finally came to an end.

Zhu Haifeng personally served the dessert and said: "This is the feature of our house, the ancient method of sugar taro paste, please Mr. Zhang to taste!" ”

Zhang Hao picked up the waiter's new spoon and said, "Thank you." ”

"Mr. Zhang, I am actually a little selfish when I make this dish today." Zhu Haifeng said calmly, "You helped Lao Sun improve an ancient dish, so I would also like to ask you to give me advice." ”

Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "You and Chef Sun both think too highly of me, I just happened to taste the ancient Fagong fish balls." ”

"Where, it's you who are too modest." Zhu Haifeng said with a smile, "I have gained a lot from communicating with you today. ”

Looking at Zhu Haifeng's expectant eyes, Zhang Hao nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll try the dishes first." ”

He picked up the spoon, stirred the sweet taro paste twice clockwise, and after tasting a spoonful, he commented:

"This dish is good! First of all, the taro paste is grainy, and it is obviously not crushed by a machine, but scattered with the back of a knife, which is the technique of the ancient sugar taro paste.

The entrance has the fragrance of osmanthus and the sweetness of sugar, but they are relatively restrained and do not rob the taste of the taro paste itself.

As a finishing dessert, this dish also meets the requirements of Chinese food restraint and health, which I think is very good! ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" Zhu Haifeng said happily, "I want to ask you again, is there any room for improvement in this dish?" ”

Zhang Hao thought about it for a while, frowned, and said, "Maybe there is, but it may not be suitable for your restaurant." ”。