"Uncle, when I come to study in the capital, I will learn cooking with you." Yu Jian hugged the stainless steel rice bucket and bowed deeply to Yu Jianping.

"Good boy, your task now is to study well! Uncle, I'm waiting for our old Yu family to come out with a college student! Yu Jianping touched her shaggy hair with a smile and educated her earnestly.

This child is humble and studious, and his talent is even better, not at all like a doll that Yu Jianguo can give birth to. Yu Jianping glanced at his senior brother who was scratching his ears and cheeks on the side, and his heart was unbalanced.

How nice it would be if it were your own doll......

After saying goodbye to Yu Jianping, the father and daughter walked outside the alley. After walking a long way, Yu Jian turned around and found that Yu Jianping was still standing at the door watching them. She smiled brightly and waved her arm vigorously behind her.

"Dad, doesn't Uncle have any children?" Yu Jian pondered, looking at the situation, Yu Jianping seemed to live alone.

"Your uncle said that he would devote his whole life to the world of cooking, marrying a wife and having children or something is a floating cloud......" Yu Jianguo said twice, listening to this kind of nonsense, it is estimated that the six-year-old Yu Yuan didn't believe it.

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What did she hear? Yu Jian cast an inexplicable look at Yu's father.

Hey, kid! Don't believe him yet! Yu's father spread his hands: "Yu Jianping's original words." I haven't changed a word. ”

The two fathers and daughters here desperately speculated about Yu Jianping's thoughts, and in the room on the other side, Yu Jianping took out a photo album from the safe.

Flipping it open, it dropped a palm-sized cowhide book.

Yu Jianping pressed the upturned corners of the cowhide book and looked at the photos in the album.

It's a black-and-white photograph that looks a little older, with a faint hint of yellow. The three people in the photo, a square-faced man in his mid-thirties, and a boy of about ten years old standing on each side. The three of them looked at the camera with scissors and smiled.

"Abba......" Yu Jianping's fingertips caressed the man's face, and a tear fell on the photo, "I was wrong!" It's me who is not filial! ”

This man, who is almost half a hundred years old, stroked his face and cried bitterly......

Jinfu Building, tea hall seat.

Han Yubai sniffed the tea in the tea bowl carefully, took another sip, twisted the tea in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and swallowed it slowly.

"This tea is good." That's a compliment.

Wang De nodded and stood aside, with pride on his face: "Little boss, this is the best wave of Biluochun I got from Wuzhong." Tomorrow, I will take this to entertain Jin Lao, and keep him to his satisfaction! ”

Han Yubai glanced at him, hooked his lips, and snorted coldly: "Idiot! ”

Wang De was scolded by him like this, and he didn't know what he was wrong, so he asked hesitantly: "Little boss...... I...... What did I do wrong? ”

Han Yubai pressed the tea bowl heavily on the table, the tea set collided with a crisp voice, he softened his tone and asked, "Where is Old Jin's ancestral home?" ”

"Teochew people......" Wang De is a little inexplicable, it is not a secret that Jin Lao is a Teochew native. His eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly realized that the whole person lost his momentum in an instant, and he was convinced, "Little boss, I was wrong." ”

"Wang De, Wang De, I promoted you to be a chef, and I didn't always wipe your ass. Just let you do such a little thing, you will make a mess for me, let alone the back kitchen. Han Yubai lowered his eyes to hide his dissatisfaction with him, "Yu Jianguo is much more reliable than you!" How's it going for me to ask you to inquire? ”

Wang De's forehead was sweating nervously, he bent over and apologized, and replied: "You don't know his three-legged cat kung fu!" I'm worried at home! I don't think of his daughter, it was just a coincidence last time. ”

Not to mention laughing at him Yu Jianguo, this guy has worked under Boss Han for so many years, and he has become a second chef, or the boss sees that he is a veteran who follows the country, and reluctantly gives him a position. Otherwise, just by his usual submissive old good man?

Chefs rely on craftsmanship, not people!

"That's it! Don't take it lightly, pay attention to him when Ming'er is feasting. Han Yubai didn't want to listen to his nonsense.

Wang De said yes again and again, but at the end, he asked the doubts in his heart: "Little boss, I shouldn't have asked this in the first place." But if Yu Jianguo messes up the banquet tomorrow, won't this be the face of our Jinfulou? ”

Fingers tapped the corner of the table, Han Yubai leaned back in the chair, showing a wicked smile: "You call me a little boss, it means that I am not a real boss yet." Jinfu Building has been open for so many years, and it is getting worse and worse year by year. These old customers are just like the old man, nostalgic for the old, and the taste of the dishes is improved a little, and they feel that the left and right are not the taste. Thinking about this capital, how many people make old dishes, big and small? Now that's the only thing left that Jin Fulou is still holding on, right? ”

Wang De thought about it, and it was true. On this road, a few years ago, there were several restaurants that cooked old dishes like Jinfulou, but now they are sparsely closed and only Jinfulou remains.

"So, if Jin Fulou wants to continue to do it, he must change. In my opinion, it doesn't matter whether these old customers have good or bad reviews. I want innovation that combines the tastes of young people! Otherwise, why do you think I'd want you to be a chef? "It's just that you still have a little bit of an innovative ability!

This way of beating a stick and giving a sweet jujube made Wang De obedient, and closed the door happily, he wanted to go back to the kitchen to educate the little apprentice.

In the quiet room, Han Yubai closed his eyes, and his fingers kept moving on the table to reveal his emotions at the moment.

He's uneasy.

"I disagree! Xiaobai, what was your grandfather's original intention in founding Jinfulou? Old Han was angry and his blood was surging, and his fingers pointing at Han Yubai were trembling.

"Grandpa is a cook in the Qing Palace." Han Yubai replied expressionlessly.

"Wrong! Wrong! Old Han fell heavily on the sofa, "Do you think your grandfather is looking at his old cookbook?" This recipe has been handed down from hundreds of years ago, generation after generation, none of our ancestors were cooks, only your grandfather, with his own strength, opened Jinfu Building to the present. ”

"What your grandfather cares about has never been what his identity is, what he is afraid of is how many years later, you, your descendants, and your descendants' descendants will not know what the food on the recipe tastes like." Old Han sighed, he knew that no matter how much he said, his son would not be able to listen.

Jin Fulou looks like a gold-lettered signboard, but in addition to the same antiques as him, how many people will go to these time-honored brands now?

Young people love candlelit dinners and steak salads with red wine.

Han Yubai patted Old Han on the back and gave him a smooth breath, and the essence flashed in his eyes: "You just recuperate at home, and I'll solve the matter of Jin Fulou." ”