The kitchen of the Mandarin Hotel also became agitated because of Chu Heng's meal.
"Everyone come here, everyone come here!"
The head chef rushed in and called all the chefs and chefs who were chatting idly in the kitchen because there were no guests. He asked with a serious face: "Who knows how to make fried liver and noodle tea?"
Everyone immediately looked at each other.
"Chef, is that something with shrimps?"
"I've never heard of it."
"This seems to be a kind of breakfast in the mainland capital, right?"
"Can you do it?"
"I know how to be a ghost, I just heard about it."
"Who would?"
"..."
After asking around, no one agreed. The head chef suddenly had a headache and said sadly: "Then everyone, hurry up and ask your friends to see if anyone can cook it. This is a meal ordered by Mr. Chu himself. If you can't cook it,
, be careful that everyone gets unlucky together!"
As soon as they heard that the big boss wanted to eat, everyone immediately took action and ran out of the kitchen to find their master, senior brother, and colleagues. After a lot of effort, they finally found out from the master of a chef in the back kitchen, Queen of Heaven.
There is a Hongyun Restaurant near the temple, and the chef there is from Sijiucheng and knows how to make these things.
As a result, Adong, who had the best driving skills, drove a Mercedes-Benz, picked up the chef and the chef, and sped towards the Tin Hau Temple.
Ya drove the luxury car on a rampage, and within twenty minutes, she pulled a gray-haired old man back.
The old man’s name is Cheng Xi. He is about sixty years old. He is from Forty-Nine City. He came to Hong Kong Island with his family before liberation.
After he was escorted to the kitchen by A Dong, Liu Shixian and others, he was happy when he saw the menu: "Hey, your boss must be from 49 cities!"
"Hey, don't worry about who is there. Just do it quickly. Mr. Chu will be in a hurry later." The head chef said anxiously.
"Okay!"
Cheng Xi flicked the menu, rolled up his sleeves neatly, greeted the cooks in the room and started working.
Some were cutting dough, some were making noodles, and some were grinding soy milk. A group of people were shouting and drinking, and they were all busy.
And with more people comes greater strength. In less than half an hour, the things Chu Heng ordered were made.
that is……
A group of cooks gathered around a table, looking at the food on it in astonishment.
They can accept other things, but salty tofu, noodle tea, and fried liver are really hard to understand.
Are there really people in this world who love to eat these things?
"Ugh...you didn't do anything wrong, right?"
The head chef who had just tasted the fried liver had a hard time swallowing the food in his mouth. His mouth was full of sour and organ smell, and he almost spit it out.
"You know what? The wild boar can't eat the fine chaff, so send it over quickly. Don't worry, your boss likes it." Cheng Xi waved his hand.
The head chef and manager Liu Shixian looked at each other, and they could only do as they were told, and quickly put the things into the dining cart. When they were about to ask a waiter to send them over, A Dong suddenly came out, pushed the dining cart and left.
"Get away, get away!"
Liu Shixian was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then he suddenly realized and slapped his thigh in annoyance: "Why didn't I think of that! Such a good opportunity to show his face was snatched away by this flatterer!"
"Yes!" The head chef also looked regretful.
This side compartment.
Adong quickly pushed the dining cart to the door of the presidential suite on the top floor. After knocking on the door a few times, Cen Hao soon came over to open the door for him, and then complained to him: "Why did you come here?"
?I’ll starve to death if I wait any longer.”
"There's nothing I can do, Brother Hao, no one in the kitchen can cook what Mr. Chu ordered. We're going to invite the chef back now." A Dong said with a bitter smile.
"Okay, okay, come in quickly." Cen Hao didn't care about this and urged.
A Dong hurriedly pushed the dining cart in.
At this time, Chu Heng and the old man and his son were sitting in the living room reading the newspaper.
"Don't tell me, this photo is quite energetic."
The old man was holding a copy of the Nanhua Daily with a smile. There was a large piece of news about the Mandarin Hotel on it. The title was "The Master Takes Action, the Evil Ghost Finally Is Killed", and underneath was a picture of Qingyuan holding a majestic face.
A photo of him holding a mahogany sword, and a report of the incident.
"Mr. Chu, Master, the meal you want is ready." At this time, A Dong pushed the cart over and said with a smile on his face.
"I happen to be hungry."
Na Qingyuan quickly put down the newspaper and walked to the dining table nearby.
Chu Heng also stood up and went over with Na Daohui. When he passed by A Dong, he heard the conversation between the two at the door and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Thank you for taking the trouble, and even hired a chef."
"As long as you are satisfied."
A Dong followed him to the dining table with a flattering look on his face and placed each meal on the table.
"Hey, this fried liver looks quite authentic." As soon as Chu Heng smelled the taste, he couldn't wait to pick up a bowl of fried liver, brought it to his mouth and took a big sip, and then he saw that he was enjoying it very much.
He closed his eyes and tasted it for a while, and finally smacked his lips and praised: "It's authentic! It's been a long time since I've been out here, but it's a satisfying bite!"
“The pancakes are also delicious!”
Cen Hao held a piece of fried cake and wolfed it down.
"So is the noodle tea. It's more authentic than the ones I eat at home! It seems that this master should be a fellow villager, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make such authentic things." Na Daohui said with a smile.
Upon seeing this, A Dong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became even brighter, and he quickly said: "That old master is from Sijiu City."
"Eh?"
The old man let out a light sigh at this time. He frowned and drank another mouthful of noodle tea, smacking his mouth carefully. Then he brought another bowl of tofu, fried dough sticks, and fried liver. He took a bite of each one, and his brows became more and more frowned.
deep.
Chu Heng looked at it and said, "What about you? Are you afraid that my place can't afford you? You even eat and occupy it!"
Qingyuan ignored him, but turned to Adong and said, "Young man, let me ask you something. Is the cook you hired called Cheng Xi'er?"
"My name is Cheng Xi, do you know her?" A Dong asked curiously.
"Oh, it's really this old guy, haha, I know him so well." Qingyuan laughed when he heard the words, and said hurriedly: "Then what, go find the grandson and say that his father is upstairs
Well, tell him to get over here quickly!"
"Oh." A Dong hurriedly left.
"What's going on? Master, you had breakfast and you found an acquaintance here?" Chu Heng looked over in confusion.
"No!"
The old man bared his teeth in amusement and said, "Do you remember that there is a Xiangyang Restaurant on Jiaodaokou Street when you go out from our alley? That place was called Dashun Restaurant in the early years, and I grew up eating snacks there!"
"The Cheng Xi'er I'm talking about is the cook, and not only himself, but also his father and grandfather."
"Let me tell you this, I grew up eating the food cooked by their parents! How else could I tell who cooked it in one bite?"
Chu Heng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Oh, this is really a coincidence."
