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  Zhang Jialiang sat down, picked up the kettle next to him, scalded the bowls, cups and spoons in front of him, and finally poured the scalded water into the trash basket by the door.

   Jian Heng looked at his movements and joked with a smile: "Yes, I have learned this trick."

  Zhang Jialiang was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What trick? What have I learned?"

  Jian Heng stretched out his finger to the cup in front of Zhang Jialiang: "Where did you learn the habit of scalding dishes with boiling water?"

"Oh, this, I learned it when I was eating with a group of workers. They have to come here every time they eat, and they will learn it after a long time. If I know that you and your sister-in-law come to eat Chinese food, I will take you there. I went to a fly restaurant, the dishes there are really authentic, I heard that the cook is a serious Hunan cuisine chef, and he even made a state banquet before," Zhang Jialiang said.

He Ye smiled and said: "The chef who prepares the state banquet will go to the United States to open a fly house. Who are you talking about, just pull one out and it will be the chef of a big hotel or come out and do it alone. What kind of private restaurant do you want to make? How much money can a fly restaurant on the side of the road make? A table worth 100,000 yuan per meal is just a start. Opening a fly restaurant on the side of the road? You really think too much.”

   Zhang Jialiang heard it and said: "I just heard it from someone, who knows if it's true, you popped the balloon as soon as I showed off!"

  He Ye laughed twice after hearing this.

Zhang Jialiang continued: "The place is inconspicuous, but the dishes are really good, especially the pickled fish, which is really amazing. Oh, by the way, who was that person just now?" At this time, Zhang Jialiang remembered to ask when he entered the door just now. Staggered fat man.

  Jian Heng didn't have the nerve to point out the mistakes in Zhang Jialiang's words. A first-class famous chef of Hunan cuisine is best at making pickled fish. Are you sure that is not a Sichuan cuisine cook?

   "It's the boss here," He Ye replied.

   "Do you know each other?" Zhang Jialiang was a little curious.

   "I didn't know him before, but he recognized your boss. He came in and insisted on asking your boss to help talk to Wu Yong and increase his chicken quota by one liter," He Ye said casually.

Zhang Jialiang immediately said: "If he wants to be promoted here, someone will jump his feet. Now I heard that there is no such chicken in the canteen of the free-range chicken farm over there, and the chicken he eats is purchased from the market. Where? Like in the past, from time to time, a chicken was killed for a tooth sacrifice or something, and the chicken was nervous, and every chicken was numbered."

  Jian Heng heard that Zhang Jialiang said this matter clearly and logically, so he said curiously: "You kid actually understands so clearly, and He Ye and I don't know much about what's going on here."

"I also heard from others. I met a girl before. She had no job after graduation and didn't want to work on the ranch, so I introduced her to Boss Wu. She came back a few times and every time we were together, she was with me. When I talked about the chicken farm, my ears were callused," Zhang Jialiang said.

"This is your girlfriend?" Jian Heng heard something different when he heard it. A woman rushed to introduce a job to him, and she also found Wu Yong. If the relationship between the two is Usually it's strange.

  Zhang Jialiang said: "No, it's just that when we have nothing to do, we will relax together, and when I come here, everyone will disperse."

   "You!" Jian Heng didn't know what to say to him, so he could only sigh.

At this moment, the door of the private room opened, the first was the waiter standing outside the private room, followed by three waiters holding trays, the four of them entered in a file, and after saying sorry, the waiters outside the private room came Start the bok choy.

"We didn't order this, did we?" Jian Heng stretched out his finger to the chicken nuggets with potatoes in the middle. This dish was a whole big plate, about forty centimeters in size, and it was full of everything except the chicken. In addition, you can also see side dishes such as potatoes, green garlic and so on.

"We don't have this kind of signature dish on our list. This dish is only for some old customers, or the boss has friends, and it only accepts reservations. Your dish was given by our boss, saying yes Let you have a taste of our chef's skills, and give me your opinion." The waiter of the cloth dish opened his mouth and explained to Jian Heng.

   "Thank you, boss," Jian Heng said after hearing this.

After the cloth was served, everyone opened a bottle of Yanghe Meng Liu, and the five of them shared a little. Each of the barley and wheat was about one tael each, and the remaining three were like two taels per person. Everyone raised their wine glasses and clinked Then start to eat vegetables.

   "Try this, it seems to be the signature dish among the signature dishes here." Jian Heng stretched out his chopsticks, motioning everyone to greet the chicken nuggets with potatoes first.

He took a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth. Jian Heng took a bite and immediately felt the sauce in the chicken exploded in his mouth. His mouth was full of meaty aroma. After chewing, he felt that the chicken was tender and smooth, it was so delicious .

   "Well, that's great!"

Hearing Jian Heng's admiration, Da Mai and Mai also nodded, and at the same time Mai also said: "Really, it's much better than your craftsmanship. I didn't expect the chicken to be so tender, and it doesn't have that kind of firewood at all." It feels like firewood, and even the chicken skin has a strange umami taste."

  Jian Heng smiled and said, "If he is a chef, I can only cook it for you at home."

   In terms of cooking skills, Jian Heng is definitely not as good as a chef. If he can make a name for himself in this industry, his skill is not comparable to Jian Heng's three meals a day. Jian Heng understands this truth, and everyone sitting here knows that there is no comparison between Jian Heng and the chef's craftsmanship.

  He Ye also nodded while eating: "It's really good, this is the best roasted chicken with potatoes I have eaten so far. Not only is the chicken delicious, but the potatoes are also delicious."

   Zhang Jialiang said while eating: "Why don't you go ask the boss and ask for a menu or something to improve your cooking skills, so that I can have a meal when I go back in the future."

  He Ye said: "Don't ask this, people won't teach you, even if they teach you, you won't be able to cook this smell."

Jian Heng picked up a piece of potato and put it in his mouth. While eating, he raised his wine glass, beckoned everyone to have a toast, put down the glass, and then said to Zhang Jialiang: "Zhang's mouth is just asking for humiliation. Did you find out? The signature dish is braised chicken, but instead of giving us braised chicken, this plate of roasted chicken with potatoes is brought up. This is going to be a signature dish. I don’t know how much effort the chef has put into it. Can you tell me if you ask me.”

   "It's too conservative! It's too conservative, how can it make progress if it continues like this?" Zhang Jialiang said.

   In the next sentence, this person showed his true face: "This restaurant is so expensive, I have to come here to pay if I want to eat in the future. It would be great if the small fly house can cook this taste."

"You think it's beautiful, even if you know the restaurants on the roadside, you can't cook it. If you don't say anything else, the potatoes on this plate are probably hundreds of times more expensive than other potatoes. It's probably from the French island of Noirmougère. I heard that the potatoes produced cost three to four thousand yuan per kilogram. This dish is really worth less than 10,000 yuan. This dish is enough to serve our table. If the fly restaurant uses this kind of potatoes, The table can be turned over by someone, and a serving of shredded potatoes can sell for two to three thousand yuan, so it's strange if people don't scold them," He Ye said with a smile.

Hearing what He Ye said, Jian Heng tasted the small potatoes, tasted them twice and said, "Really, once you said that these potatoes weighed thousands of kilograms, when I ate them again, I immediately felt that they were sweeter and softer than before. a lot of".

   "What you eat is purely psychological, but this little potato is indeed very doughy, and it doesn't need to be bitten into pieces before it crumbles, and it also smells delicious chicken," Xiaomai said with a smile.

Roasted Chicken with Potatoes is really good, and there are leeks, eggs and Mushu meat left on the table. Every dish is delicious.

A bottle of wine was completely drunk, and everyone was full. After Jian Heng went to pay the bill, everyone went home. Zhang Jialiang has a small nest here, a two-story building with a good location, a community The environment is also good. Originally, Jian Heng planned to live there for a few days, but now he had to give up because he had to clean up people.

  Back to the hotel, He Ye entered his suite, Jian Heng and Damai and Xiaomai went back to the room, the two women didn't have the energy to try on clothes anymore, they lay down on the bed and began to cry about being tired.

  Jian Heng gave the two sisters a simple press, and then lit a Ning Shen incense in the room, so that the two sisters could sleep more soundly, so that they could find out the situation by themselves.

  (end of this chapter)