The Mid-Autumn Festival is bright, and Haiqin Restaurant is busy.

Not everyone goes home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, many people who work in Yinghai in a foreign land, students who don't go back during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and workers at nearby construction sites will most likely choose to go to the restaurant for a small rub tonight.

The Mid-Autumn Festival may not be able to reunite with your family, but even if you are thousands of miles apart, it is good to be able to enjoy a full moon together.

In the restaurant, there are many people.

Song Wenqin sat at the bar, although there were a few chefs in the restaurant, but in tonight's situation, Zhang Zhaohai naturally had to cook and help in person.

Upstairs and downstairs in the restaurant, the waiters are constantly walking through the restaurant, busy and happy.

"If our family were to do business like today every day for three hundred and sixty-five days, it would probably be a big deal." Zhang Zhaohai walked out of the kitchen and came to Song Wenqin's side with emotion.

"You're too beautiful, aren't you?" Song Wenqin is funny. "If it's really like today's business, you have to open a branch at the end of this year, at least a few more stores next year, and within three years, it's not impossible to open a ten-out eight, you just keep dreaming."

"That's the same, if you really want eight restaurants out of ten, then we'll be beautiful." Zhang Zhaohai smacked his lips.

"Our family is not beautiful enough now?!" Song Wenqin's eyes widened, "Don't be too greedy. ”

"After all, it's up to my son." Zhang Zhaohai sighed inexplicably.

When he reached middle age, he didn't create any good conditions for his son, and later, all kinds of changes in the family were brought about by his son.

He's happy, of course, happy, just a little lost.

He is old Zhang, and he also wants to be old!

However, speaking of which, tonight's business is really surprisingly good, and many guests who just came in to have a look decided to come and eat as soon as they walked in.

There are almost no guests who come in and run away.

A thought inexplicably flashed through Zhang Zhaohai's mind, but he didn't take it seriously.

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At this moment, outside the restaurant, an SUV with a foreign license plate slowly stopped at the door.

"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, we've been tired of running recently, so let's get together and rest and recuperate." Liu Cheng looked back at several members of the director team in the car.

They are members of the director team of a Penguin Video Documentary Channel called "Taste of the World" food documentary.

Each episode of the show has a theme, and each theme is assigned to a director team.

Their group is responsible for the episode Home.

"Boss, why don't you rest for a whole day? Recently, everyone has been non-stop, and they are all a little tired. Ono, a newcomer to the directing team who had just graduated, muttered.

"I really didn't expect to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival outside in the first year of work."

"Is this a bitter and tired?" Liu Cheng said with a smile, "That's it, Lao Zhao, is it okay?" ”

He looked at Lao Zhao, the co-pilot's food consultant.

Yes, the combination of the three of them is him, the leader of the director group, with a team member Ono and food consultant Lao Zhao going down first to find materials.

"Yes, eat whatever you want." Lao Zhao nodded, indifferent.

He is extremely picky about his tastes and strict about food, and for him, he eats everywhere except for those restaurants that are really famous.

Because·· It's all the same mediocrity, just filling the stomach.

After a while, the three of them got out of the car and walked straight to this restaurant called Haiqin Restaurant.

As soon as I walked into the restaurant.

"Huh?" Liu Cheng looked at the feeling of bright lights and full of voices, and inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.

It's like... It was like coming home.

Obviously they are in a foreign land at the moment!

"It's strange, this restaurant feels quite kind." Lao Zhao casually glanced at it and said.

Mid-Autumn Festival night, but as long as a qualified hotel, business will not be too bad.

For example, in a restaurant like the one in front of you, you can't talk about how delicious the food is, but the advantage is that the atmosphere is good and there are many regular customers. Whatever you want, it's fine.

"Let's go, let's see if there is a private room."

The three of them walked in and went straight to the front desk.

At this time, Song Wenqin was busy, but she was busy but not chaotic, and the checkout reception was carried out at the same time.

"Boss, is there still a private room?" Liu Cheng came up and asked.

"I'm sorry, the boxes are full now, and the lobby can still be arranged." Song Wenqin smiled and walked out to receive her, "I'll take you there now?" ”

"No private rooms?" Liu Cheng was not surprised, but half-joking, "It won't be because we have few people and don't put the box, right?" Don't look at the fact that there are few of us, we are all very good at eating. ”

"Impossible, come, please here." Song Wenqin said with a smile.

After a few moments, they were ushered to a place in the hall and sat down.

Song Wenqin beckoned her aunt to come over to receive her, and she hurried to the bar.

"Come, Lao Zhao, you are an expert, you can do something." Liu Cheng handed the menu to Lao Zhao and directly handed him the order task.

"What do you want to do for me, what do you want to eat, it's not a Michelin restaurant." Lao Zhao shook his head and smiled, but still took the menu. "What's the point?"

Not far away, there was a sudden exclamation.

"It's so delicious, I've been out for so many years! I've wanted to try my grandmother's handmade fried rice again countless times, but unfortunately I never had the chance again! I didn't expect to be here..."

The three people at the table looked over in surprise.

At the table not far away, a dusty man only ordered a plate of egg fried rice, but he ate it alone with tears in his eyes.

"Huh?" Seeing this, Ono of the director team said inexplicably, "Maybe it's just the Mid-Autumn Festival night, homesick, right?" ”

Lao Zhao retracted his gaze, shook his head and smiled, and was ordering food.

At the next table, there was another sigh of emotion.

"This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, I can't go back home, and my work is also a mess, I really didn't expect that I could still eat the taste of home here, it's worth it!" This is a white-collar brother, who is burying his head at the moment, and can't help but talk to himself.

Around, at more tables, many diners seemed to be in a strange state. There are those who eat silently and savor, and there are those who are amazing and unbelievable.

In the eyes of the three people around the director team, it is really confusing and confusing.

"It's not... Maybe today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they are all people who can't go home for a reunion dinner. Yanagi also made the same statement as Ono.

People, they are all touching the scene.

"Is it so mysterious?" Lao Zhao laughed, "Look at me I haven't been home for so many years, let alone the Mid-Autumn Festival, it's rare to go back during the Spring Festival, you just see if I will eat until I cry?" It's weird! ”

The performance of these people fell into his eyes, and he felt nothing, and even felt a little like laughing.

are all adults, and you still have to touch the scene to eat? How fragile is that?

As he thought so, he looked down at the menu... Well, touching the scene is lovely, it's a coincidence, there just happened to be a hometown dish.

He wanted to see what kind of moving method it was.

After a few moments, he ordered a few dishes and handed the menu to Ono again.

"Ono, you spent the first year of your job out for the holidays, right? In fact, you have to get used to this kind of work and life, be strong, don't be like those people around you, who eat a meal and have warm eyes, it's really not enough. Lao Zhao took out the posture of a big brother and said.

"Uh-oh." Ono nodded obediently, then took the menu and ordered a few things casually.

Those who come out to make documentaries about beautiful things are not the kind of people who eat small intestines.

At the very least, they have to be foodies.

There were three people, and the amount of dishes for four or five people was ordered.

While waiting for the dishes, a few people chatted, and by the way, they made the next plan and reviewed a few inspected material stores.

"The theme of this episode we do is home, the topic is chosen, and the restaurants we choose must be down-to-earth, preferably in other places, and then many students and tourists in other places regard them as treasured treasure shops, to put it bluntly, it is the taste of hometown found in other places." Liu Cheng said.

"As soon as you eat it, it's like coming home."

"Yes, that's the direction, the few I looked for in front are not bad." Ono nodded hurriedly, "But..."

"But what?" The other two looked at Ono at the same time.

It made her a little stressed.

"But... I think that although our documentary is about food, the core soul is humanities, so it's not enough to talk about how delicious this restaurant is, but also something that hits the soul. Ono said weakly.

"I'm not saying that the previous idea is bad, it's just... It's just..."

"I know, you're right." Liu Cheng nodded, "To put it bluntly, there are almost things that can resonate and touch people all at once, and I'm still thinking about this." ”

Lao Zhao doesn't care about these, he is just a food consultant, and any other humanistic thoughts, how to move people's hearts, etc., are not within his consideration.

After a few moments, the food was served.

The first dishes to be served were ordered by Yanagi and Ono, and they were all home-cooked dishes that they usually ate.

There are braised prawns, stir-fried chicken, and a farmer's soup.

"Eat, Lao Zhao." Liu Cheng greeted. "While it's hot, look at the color of this braised prawn, and it's done at a glance."

Ono had already smiled and stood up, scooping a bowl of soup first, ready to warm his stomach first.

"You eat first, I'm not in a hurry." Lao Zhao smiled, poured some tea first, and then lowered his head and picked up his mobile phone to reply to a few messages.

On the side, Yanagi and Ono had already started.

"I'm hungry." Ono picked up the soup spoon and began to drink the soup, drinking and drinking, her eyes widened, and she quickly took several sips.

It's just that... That's the taste.

It's the soup she has been making for a long time, and her mother made it herself!

How does this taste exactly the same!

"Are you alright?" Liu Cheng looked at the hungry appearance of the little girl Ono, slowly took out a prawn, then peeled the shrimp skin by hand, and slowly ate the shrimp meat.

Hey··

The shrimp meat of the Q bomb jumped in the mouth, and the rich aroma bloomed all at once.

There is an extremely familiar smell in this scent.

As soon as he closed his eyes, it was as if he had returned to his hometown, which was the taste that his uncle had often made for him since he was a child.

Open your eyes and get back to reality.

This is not my hometown, but just a restaurant in a foreign land.

"It's delicious." Liu Cheng lowered his head and said no more, just buried his head in eating, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

He misses his uncle.

On the side, Lao Zhao, who finally replied to the message, raised his head and was about to eat, but suddenly found something strange on the dinner table.

The two people in front of them were eating with their heads buried in their heads.

While eating, I also savored it, and my eyes were full of thoughts.

"No, are you all hungry?" Lao Zhao said incredulously, "Although we ate relatively simple at noon, you didn't eat less?" ”

"It's delicious, it's really delicious." Ono took one bite after another, directly stretched out his hand to signal, pulled the tissue again, wiped his tearful nose and eyes, and didn't know if it was hot and smoked, or what?

Lao Zhao opened his mouth and looked at Liu Cheng again.

"You?"

"The wind was strong and blew the eyes." Liu Cheng silently wiped the corners of his eyes and blinked.

"One by one, are you evil?" Lao Zhao felt ridiculous. "No, is it necessary to eat a hometown dish? It's not that I'm talking big, even if my wife is really in front of me and cooks me a dish, I won't be like you, right? ”

It's been ten years since his mother left early.

As he was talking, the waiter brought another dish of fried pork from Hunan Province.

"This dish looks okay, but it's not even interesting from our authentic fried pork, such as this chili pepper, it's not quite right, the meat, the fried may not be tender enough, and it has been fried for a long time." Lao Zhao, as a food consultant, picked up chopsticks and picked them up.

I haven't eaten it yet, so I commented quite sharply.

"I'll eat again." As he spoke, Lao Zhao put the fried pork in his mouth, and his expression was quite casual.

Then, he chewed twice, and then chewed twice.

"This..."

His expression froze, and he couldn't say a word.

Mingming·· The chili pepper is not authentic, and the meat is not fried enough, but the taste is surprisingly overlapping with the taste in his distant memory. Even the oil is vigorous, and the slightly burnt aroma is exactly the same.

That's the little fried pork that his old mother used to make for him!

He hadn't tasted it for more than a decade!

"I, I, I..." As he ate, his lips trembled, and his whole person was completely out of shape.

An old face, which can be called tearful and quite indecent.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, are you okay?" When Liu Cheng saw Lao Zhao's appearance, he was immediately frightened, and hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to Lao Zhao, "Come on, you wipe it quickly." ”

Ono also looked at Lao Zhao with a strange expression.

This Lao Zhao is usually the most picky about eating, and every time he eats a meal, he can evaluate a bunch of them.

Professionalism is professional. But it seems that this person is too sour and long-winded.

Why is this a gaffe today?

After a long time, Lao Zhao's mood finally calmed down, just buried his head in a paper towel and pressed his nose, and then began to take a big bite of rice, eating small fried meat with chopsticks, as if he was going to eat enough for a meal today, as if to make up for the regret that he had not tasted this taste for more than ten years.

Yes, Lao Zhao admits that he has a hard mouth.

Countless times, every time he woke up in the middle of the night, it was as if he was eating the fried pork made by his mother again, and he thought about it in his dreams.

I didn't expect that today, in a restaurant, I tasted the taste of countless nights.

The three of them have their own feelings and understandings.

A table of dishes, eaten cleanly.

(End of chapter)