Tang Yuan felt that his sister sometimes really didn't have good taste. This was not only a complaint, but also a kind of contempt.
"Eat there." Tang Jingling pointed to the longer and longer queue.
"When did it open?" Tang Yuan frowned, then relaxed it. It was none of his business.
There are so many restaurants that open and close on Lanhai Street every day. If someone mentions it in front of him, he will hear a word or two, but most of them are unknown and short-lived. As long as he and the one next door remain standing, this Lanhai Street will be Lanhai Street.
There won't be much change.
"Aren't you worried about others taking your business?" Tang Jingling asked curiously.
Tang Yuan gave her a look: "On this street, probably only the one next door can compare with me. The rest..." You can figure it out for yourself.
He comes from a wealthy family and has been influenced by it since childhood. Although there was a period of rebelliousness in the middle, he eventually embarked on the path of a Western chef. He also studied at Le Cordon Bleu and won numerous awards. Which resume can he use without scorning others? Of course.
, except for the three monsters in the house next door...
"Arrogant!" Tang Jingling cursed with a smile. Just then, her phone rang. She made a gesture and turned her back to answer the phone, "Xiao Li? Have you found it? What's it called? West Village... West Village what?
?Hello? Hey! Do you have a bad signal?"
"Nishimura Xiaowako." Someone reminded her, and she suddenly realized: "Nishimura Xiaowako, okay, thank you!"
After hanging up the phone, I remembered something was wrong. The voice just now was clearly Tang Yuan's rough male voice.
"How do you know this name??"
…
Tang Yuan held the cigarette between his fingers and kept playing the game back and forth on the table. The ticking sound was particularly harsh in the quiet space.
Tang Jingling couldn't stand his sullen expression, so she kicked the table with her toes and asked angrily: "What's going on?"
Nishimura Kowako, I haven’t heard this name for a long time. During that year at Le Cordon Bleu, many big and small things happened, which made Tang Yuan rarely remember this name in his mind.
There is no other reason. This woman is simply a scum in the chef world.
In other words, she is not worthy of being a chef at all.
Plagiarizing, setting the blame, pretending to be pitiful and ignorant after being exposed, and even trying to bribe the leaders of the college to help conceal it, this is really the "excellent" tradition of Neon Country.
"Why did you ask about Nishimura Xiaowako?" Tang Yuan asked.
Speaking of this, Tang Jingling became interested. She pulled out the manuscript she saw in the morning from her mobile phone and handed it to him: "I asked someone to check the restaurant on the corner. She opened it. This manuscript was also specially hyped by someone.
Yes, have you seen that the Tang Guozi mentioned above is very eye-catching."
Speaking of which, she was a little disdainful. She originally thought it was a restaurant with real ingredients, but she didn't expect it to use this method.
Tang Yuan was silent for a while, and after a long time, he slowly said: "You don't need to worry about this matter for the time being. I will talk about it after I understand it clearly."
After that incident, Nishimura Kowako disappeared from the public eye. It was only said that she returned to Neon Country, and what happened after that is unknown.
This time he suddenly appeared on Lanhai Street in Beijing. I always felt that there was some conspiracy brewing.
At night, corner restaurant.
Nishimura Kowako wiped the water stains on each blade with a white cloth, inserted the kitchen knife into the shelf, and adjusted everything to the same angle one by one.
"Your obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting worse." In the darkness, a scarlet light flashed, and a low-pitched male voice mocked.
Nishimura Kowako's eyes were gloomy, but the smile on her face was soft and elegant: "In the kitchen, this is called meticulousness. Han Sang."
Han Yubai sneered, opened the door curtain and walked into the kitchen. He tapped a bunch of spice jars of the same color with his fingertips, and said in his tone that he disagreed: "What? Xiao Hezi wants to discuss cooking skills with me? But it's a pity, I
If I don’t learn cooking, I’m just a small businessman.”
"Why did Han Sang come here at this time? I didn't remember that I had an appointment with you." Xiao Hezi still looked weak and innocent.
"Passing by, come in and see the 'upstarts' on Lanhai Street. Tang Guozi has been more popular than those two families recently..." A light flashed in Han Yubai's eyes. The word "sheng" was unclear and the meaning was unclear.
"Chinese people are really superficial. They just flock to some good-looking snacks. If my teacher Mr. Watanabe were here, wouldn't they have to worship him? My teacher, he is a national treasure of the Neon Country.
, everything made can be put on the auction." Nishimura Kowako said, seeming to have seen the grand scene of Watanabe Village coming here, showing a proud smile.
Han Yubai glanced at her silently, sneering in his heart, but still saying compliments: "Then I look forward to Mr. Watanabe's visit. I have already asked people to take charge of the public opinion on the Internet, and it will be up to you next.
That's it." He said and walked out, "By the way, a friendly reminder, Chinese people are not fools, and please don't tamper with some things at will."
It wasn't because he had no choice but to cooperate with Nishimura Kowako. If he couldn't get the Yu's restaurant, he couldn't let anyone else get it either.
Tang Yuan? You originally thought he was just running Lantingxuan by himself, but you didn’t expect to be so close to Yu Jianguo. What? You want to have both Chinese and Western food?
Just wait, Tang Yuan. One day, people like you who rely on your own talents will fall into the mud, and Han Yubai doesn't mind stepping on him hard at that time.
Now, let this Nishimura Kowako deal with you. After all, only those who are familiar with it know what kind of moves are the most hurtful.
Han Yubai opened the car window, looked at the intertwined shining signs of Lantingxuan and Yujia Restaurant, and laughed sinisterly.
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"During the Tang Dynasty, most snacks were served with tea." The night was getting late, and Yu Jian put her arms around Yu Yuan's shoulders and slowly educated him.
"Are the dim sums in the Tang Dynasty round and small? Just like what you saw just now, sister." Yu Yuan asked curiously with his round eyes wide open. They were colorful and colorful. He was a straight man and thought they were just average.
Yu Jian shook his head, his eyes a little confused: "The snacks of the Tang Dynasty include cherry cheese, jade dew dumplings, Han Palace chess, Jiu Lian Xiang, sesame cakes, and flower cakes...but there are no such nondescript Tang fruits."
The Tang Dynasty was so luxurious, and the food was exquisite and ever-changing. A tea snack, a combination of salty and sweet, must be served with the most suitable utensils. Moreover, there was no such thing as white kidney beans at that time.
Tang Guozi, Tang Guozi, is just a name for dim sum in the Tang Dynasty. How come it is now the predecessor of Neon Country and Guozi?