Chapter 809 809. Eat it in your mouth
After renovation, the private rooms in Changleju are quite exquisite, ranging from large to spacious, and small to exquisite.
For example, Mr. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao entered a small and exquisite private room, which neither seemed too empty nor cramped. It had just the right amount of wildness and simplicity, and the simplicity after a big fish and meat hit their faces.
So much so that Mrs. Zhao was in a happy mood when she sat down and asked the waiter beside her:
“What are you promoting in the store tonight?”
The waiter subconsciously opened his mouth to say Tremella Soup, but when it came to his mouth, he held it back, and then held out the menu with a smile:
“Nothing on the menu will disappoint if you’re willing to try it.”
“Yo!” Mrs. Zhao was stunned: “Isn’t Trance much more expensive than before?”
"Yes!" The waiter didn't hide it, just smiled and said: "It's expensive, but it has its advantages! If you still want to taste our classic dishes, here is another classic menu."
At Mrs. Zhao's age, whether the food is expensive or cheap, it doesn't matter to her what she wants. Before she could make a choice, she had already turned to the chestnut cake page.
Good guy! It’s this miniature chestnut cake as big as a quail egg! There's also the white fungus soup in the dessert section... Hey, why is there rice soup? The unit price of 128 yuan for a small pot is much more cost-effective than the 288 yuan/bowl of white fungus soup, but...
This is not a farmhouse, so why is rice soup even included on the menu?
She looked at the waiter.
The waiter still smiled and said: "You will know after you try it."
Thinking of the chestnut cake and white fungus soup, as well as the lightly brewed tea in the water glass at hand, Mrs. Zhao was so embarrassed!
She simply pushed the menu: "Hurry up, you choose!"
Mr. Zhao didn’t say anything, but he flipped through the book and quickly pointed at the chestnut cake: “Two portions of this!”
“Here’s another steamed chrysanthemum... Aren’t you clamoring to lose weight? This one doesn’t have many calories.”
“Would you like to try the rice soup? If it doesn’t suit you, try the white fungus soup instead—I think Boss Chang is quite confident, so the taste should be the same.”
“And this, green peppers and eggs... the dishes in your store are getting closer and closer to farm food! Why are the menus all vegetarian and there is no meat?”
Even if there is, it is paired with green vegetables.
The waiter had a good memory, so he answered honestly: "Our boss said that the supplier is not willing to provide such good meat for the time being, and we can't just make up for it, so we only have vegetables."
Mrs. Zhao, however, was very satisfied: "It's very good. For those who have the patience to eat big fish and meat, the vegetarian version is very good... Your rice soup is sold for that price, why don't you see rice on the menu?"
The waiter laughed and gestured with his hand: "Our boss just cheated and got a pot of rice like this from the supplier. He will treat everyone to one portion tonight. There will be no follow-up, so it is not added to the menu."
Boss Chang knows how to run his own business. The small pot of rice he soaked before leaving is now used to build a reputation for himself. The more he cherishes it, and the fact that he doesn’t charge for it makes everyone more impressed.
At least Mr. Zhao and his wife are satisfied and looking forward to it.
…
In the big box next door, the fat old man was pulled together by an old acquaintance and said only one sentence:
“You can only order two dishes without wasting it, but we can order 20!”
As soon as he said this, he turned around like a top, and then a group of people ouched at the menu, just glad that they didn’t have to pay for it tonight—
They are not professional businessmen, and this is not a review project. They spend 18,000 yuan just for one meal. Who wouldn’t feel bad if they were left alone?
Only the fat old man was a little puzzled: There really weren’t many dishes. If I came here a few more times, I’d probably get tired of eating them. Why are they so confident that they dare to invite so many people with great fanfare?
He thought about the taste of chestnut cake, and now he was a little impatient and restless.
Looking at the room full of people, I can’t sit still. The fat old man looked left and right, and suddenly asked the waiter out of curiosity: "Why are you all still wearing N95 masks?"
This is to avoid showing your face and making customers feel disrespected and uneasy.
The waiter was also aggrieved: “The boss said that this dish is too fragrant, so if we don’t wear a good mask, we might not be able to resist eating it secretly.”
As soon as he said this, everyone in the box was stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed out loud:
“Oh, this little Chang is narrow-minded!”
“What is this young man thinking about every day?”
“It’s good. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers! How dare you ask the waiter to brag like this? I’ll have to try how many brushes I have when the food is served!”
As he was talking, there was a gentle knock on the door, and then someone brought a piece of hot rice soup from the pantry to the table:
“The boss just told me that rice soup nourishes people’s stomach, so we serve this first and ask everyone to drink it while it’s hot.”
As soon as the transparent cover was lifted, everyone who was about to say a few jokes subconsciously sniffed:
It smells so good!
Not many people use earthen stoves nowadays, and even fewer people cook rice soup at home. For many of them, if they didn't go to an authentic farmhouse, it would be difficult for them to smell the pure fragrance of rice.
But the basin of rice soup in front of me is different.
Perhaps it has been a while since it was served, but there is a thick layer of rice oil on the edge of the soup basin. It is milky white and tender. It looks tender and mellow. Even though it is rich in starch, people can't help but think that there is a lot of rice oil in it. It is nutrition and essence.
At this moment, the aroma is lingering. Although it is light, it has a unique aroma of rice that cannot be ignored.
Just one smell can remind people of the past——
The little child huddled in front of the blazing stove. In the large black iron pot, someone was scooping out milky white rice soup ladle by ladle.
Drink it while it's hot, and the hot and slightly irony paste slides all the way from the throat to the intestines. Your whole body feels warm, and any bad mood seems to be cured.
Especially in winter, when you stand on the porch and take a sip from a large bowl, the heat in your forehead will instantly radiate -
Hey hey hey?
Why is it really getting hot?
The fat old man came back to his senses. His whole round body was already hot, and a little sweat broke out on his back.
Looking down, I didn’t know when I had already held the bowl in my hand and drank half of the rice soup in it.
He stared blankly at the white porcelain bowl in his hand, and now he came back to his senses:
“Is your food supplier reliable? How can it taste so good?”
Don’t worry, I said 150,000 this month is 150,000, not a word less!
Update 2, good night.
This light rain has not stopped for two whole days...
(End of this chapter)