Chapter 809 809 Eaten

Chapter 809 809. Eat it in your mouth

After being renovated, 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, exquisite private room, which neither seemed too empty nor cramped. It had just the right amount of rustic charm and simplicity, and a sense of simplicity after big fish and meat hit their faces.

So much so that Mrs. Zhao was in a happy mood when she sat down, and now she asked the waiter beside her:

"What is the store focusing on 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:

“Everything on the delicacies menu, if you’re willing to try it, won’t disappoint.”

"Oh!" 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. Why is rice soup even included on the menu?

She looked at the waiter.

But 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 copies 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 - I think Boss Chang is quite confident. The taste should be the same."

"And this, green peppers and eggs... the dishes in your store are getting closer and closer to those of farmhouses! Why are the menus all vegetarian and there is no meat?"

Even if it is available, it is paired with green vegetables.

The waiter had a good memory and 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."

But Mrs. Zhao was very satisfied: "It's very good. For those who can't bear to eat that big fish and meat, the vegetarian version is very good... Your rice soup is sold at 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 serve one portion for everyone tonight. There will be no more rice in the future, so it is not added to the menu."

Boss Chang knows how to manage himself. The small pot of rice he soaked before leaving is now used to build a reputation for himself. The more he cherishes it, the fact that he doesn't charge for it makes everyone's impression even more profound.

At least Mr. Zhao and his wife are satisfied and looking forward to it.

…

In the big box next door, a fat old man was pulled together by an old acquaintance and said only one sentence:

"You can only order two dishes if you don't want to waste it. 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 thousands of dollars just for one meal. Who wouldn’t feel bad if they were left alone?

It’s just that Xiao Chang seemed quite stable before, but now he has taken such big steps. Is this dish really so rare?

There are not many dishes on this treasure menu, and if they gather around 10 or 20 people, they can order almost all of them.

Only the fat old man was a little puzzled: There really weren’t many dishes here. If I came here a few more times, I’d probably get tired of it. 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?"

Aren’t there masks that were transparent and didn’t stick to the face in the past? 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. If we don't wear a good mask, he is afraid that one of us will not be able to hold back and eat it secretly."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the box was stunned, and then they all laughed out loud:

"Oh, this little Chang is so narrow-minded!"

"What does this young man think 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 planning to say a few jokes subconsciously sniffed:

smell good!

Nowadays, not many people use earthen stoves, 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 rice soup in front of me is different.

Perhaps it has been served for a while, a thick layer of rice oil has formed on the edge of the soup bowl, milky white, tender, tender and mellow. Although you know that there is a lot of starch, you can't help but think that it is full of nutrition and essence.

At this moment, the fragrance is lingering, although it is light, it has a unique aroma of rice that cannot be ignored.

Just smelling it can make people think of the past--

A little child huddled in front of the blazing stove, and someone was holding a ladle in the black iron pot to scoop out the milky white rice soup one spoonful at a time.

Drink it while it's hot, the heat and a hint of ironing will slide all the way from the throat to the stomach, and the whole person will be warm, and any bad mood seems to be cured.

Especially in winter, standing under the porch with a big bowl in hand and drinking a mouthful, the heat in the forehead will instantly come out--

Hey hey hey?

Why is it really hot?

The fat old man came to his senses, his whole chubby body was already hot, and a little hot sweat was oozing out of his back.

He looked down, and he had already held the bowl in his 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 to his senses:

"Is your supplier of this dish reliable? How can it be so delicious?"

Don't worry, don't worry, I said 150,000 this month, it is 150,000, not a word less!

Update 2, good night.

This drizzle has not stopped for two days...