Chen Nian directly navigated the map, but after searching for a long time, I couldn't find Hongji Duck. There are several Hongji ducks in Chengdu.

Duck, duck, duck. Now I want to hammer each other's mouth into a duck.

Then I discovered that the nearest Hongji store was about five kilometers away from where I was.

Then I looked at the taxi app and saw two coupons offering 5 yuan off for purchases of 5.01 yuan or more.

After more than ten minutes, they got out of the car and saw a three-story restaurant on the street with an antique appearance.

On the signboard at the gate on the first floor, the word "Hongji" is written in flying phoenixes.

There is also a stamp in the lower right corner, but it is not clear what is written on it.

Although there were many cars parked in the parking lot at the entrance, Chen Nian saw that there didn't seem to be many people queuing there.

But think about it, there are three floors in total, and it looks quite large. Plus today is a working day...

"Welcome." After Chen Nian and the others entered, a welcoming lady at the door said with a professional smile.

"There are three in total, just the three of us."

Chen Nian didn't wait for the other party to ask, so he answered directly.

The receptionist who was robbed of her lines was obviously stunned for a moment, but then she bowed slightly and extended her hand: "You three, please."

After walking a few steps, the three of them were handed over to a woman who looked like a foreman, wearing a suit jacket, a white shirt underneath, a walkie-talkie hanging on her waist, and a headset in her ear.

"Hello, are you three? Come with me."

Then the foreman took them up to the second floor.

"What a guy." Chen Nian couldn't help but exclaimed after going upstairs. There were so many people here!

How much money do you make on this day?

If I could give myself a restaurant of this size...

Chen Nian couldn't even think about it.

After all, there are only three of them in the Honghong Hotel now. Just based on the current passenger flow, it is almost operating to the limit.

After being assigned a seat by the foreman, Chen Nian looked at the table, which seemed to be sparkling under the light.

"Didn't you wipe it clean?" Chen Nian thought to himself.

Suddenly he felt that something was not right. Could it be that he was deceived by that bastard?

But Feng Honghong saw her son's concerns and said with a smile: "It's not easy for these waiters. It's impossible for such a big restaurant to clean every table. Let's order first. After all, it's a time-honored restaurant."

It must taste good."

Chen Nian nodded: "Okay."

After saying that, he took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code on the corner of the table.

Nowadays, larger restaurants like this use QR codes to order food, which can also save some labor costs.

It's not like Chen Nian never thought of doing this, but it would cost money to build such a system first.

But to be honest, money is a small problem for today's old people, and this kind of mature system should not cost much, mainly because the Honghong Hotel is not that big.

And often the guests are at the same table, there may be four groups of people, and everyone comes to eat alone and eat together.

If it were done this way, it would probably be even more chaotic.

After looking at the menu, I decided to let my mother and He Hai order first.

Feng Honghong refused to give in, while He Hai was a little embarrassed.

But under Chen Nian's insistence, He Hai still ordered a fish-flavored shredded pork dish.

Feng Honghong ordered a mapo tofu.

After it was Chen Nian's turn, Chen Nian looked at the menu and ordered one Zhong dumplings and one boiled pork slices.

Four dishes and three bowls of rice.

"What are you drinking?"

"Let's have something sweet, I need to replenish my blood sugar after taking blood," Feng Honghong said.

"What about Coke?"

"Coke is not good. It's full of gas. You'll feel full after just two sips."

“How about Wong Lao Kat?”

"That won't work either. I'm not used to the taste."

Chen Nian: "..."

"Wei Yi?" Chen Nian asked again.

"Is there something sweet and sour that can make you more appetizing?"

"Sour plum soup?"

"This is good, I want it to be iced." Feng Honghong nodded.

Then Chen Nian added a sour plum soup to the menu and chose the iced version.

After ordering and paying, a waiter came over quickly.

In their hands, they held a small clip with the receipts for the dishes they ordered, and then put aside an hourglass with a blue gauze twist inside.

"What is this for?" Feng Honghong asked.

"This is timed. If the sand inside leaks out and the dishes are not served, they will give us an extra dish." This is what Chen Nian saw in the comment area of ​​the Little Blue Book article.

"Oh." Feng Honghong nodded and said nothing.

Although this Hongji restaurant is very big, the food is served very quickly.

In other words, the sour plum soup came out about two minutes after ordering.

Chen Nian sighed when he saw that there was one-third ice cubes in the iced sour plum soup.

Do I have to add ice cubes to the iced sour plum soup?

And with so much added, there is no option for less ice on the menu.

But since it was served, let's drink it. He Hai quickly picked up the sour plum soup and poured a cup for everyone.

It's cold in the mouth, but for some reason it always tastes like essence when you drink it when it's old.

But, if you taste it carefully, you can indeed taste some astringency from it.

I looked at the sour plum soup again.

After thinking about it for a while, I guess they not only added the ingredients for making sour plum soup, but also added the powder used to make sour plum soup.

That's why it tastes the way it does now.

However, when Chen Nian raised his head and looked at his mother and He Hai, there was nothing strange on their faces. Instead, they drank it all in one go.

This is not because I am picky about aging, but mainly because chefs are more sensitive to this difference in taste.

But it’s okay, it’s just that the amount in this pot isn’t too much.

So Chen Nian directly turned on his phone and added a pot of sour plum soup.

Almost two minutes later, the Mapo Tofu was served.

Chen Nian looked at the mapo tofu in a small casserole.

The color is quite good, and the tofu looks like it has been blanched, but looking at the shape, it feels like the tofu was overcooked at the end.

And the gravy inside doesn’t seem to be right. The green ones on top are garlic sprouts, and it can be seen that there are two layers of peppercorns. They were put in once when making, and again after finishing.

Perhaps the only thing worthy of praise is that the beef looks clearly grained and the color is right.

Chen Nian frowned, took a spoon and took a spoonful.

Put it to your mouth, blow on it, and then put it in your mouth.

The spicy feeling hit me instantly, but the tofu was indeed too soft, the kind that was difficult to form. And although it had a spicy feeling, the oily feeling was also very obvious.

And the overall taste is a bit too aged.

But if you must say it.

That is, it tastes a bit like instant noodle seasoning.
Chapter completed!