"Hello, Mr. Wen, I'm not a big shot, so why am I bothering you?"
Ye Gui stretched out his hand and the two shook hands.
Mr. Wen said: "Master Chef Huang, I have invited Chef Huang to join us. I am going to build a campus canteen on the third floor. One of the dishes is Chef Huang's stir-fried yellow beef!"
"As expected of Mr. Wen, a rising star in the catering industry in Star City. The cooking lady needs to find someone with trembling hands. Without shaking hands, it won't be a campus cafeteria!"
Mr. Wen was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. It seemed that he also remembered the aunt with trembling hands he met when buying food in the cafeteria.
She is the legendary Aunt Parkinson!
"Then you must find someone who is good at shaking out at least five pieces of meat on a plate!"
He invited Ye Gui over. Both of them were dressed very casually. They looked like the kind of boys they would go out to play ball with on weekends.
Coming to the second floor, here are some cultural and creative product stores, as well as food and snacks that were common in childhood.
A platform was built on the third floor, and the movie shown was "Shaolin Temple".
Everyone sat quietly and watched with great interest.
Not far away, there is a curtain, showing the movie "Terminator 2" (the author's favorite movie, I revisit it every year).
In addition to outdoor movies, there are also barbecue, mung bean soup and fried dumplings.
This is the night market that I used to have when I was a kid.
One of the areas is being renovated, which is the campus canteen.
On the fourth floor, there is a dining area.
Sweet wine, sugar-oiled cakes, and cold noodles are not delicacies with layers of flavor, but they often make people stop and linger.
Perhaps because I prefer the simplicity of this taste, or because I am fascinated by the hustle and bustle of the night market, those childhood memories of gourmet night markets that have been imprinted in my heart now appear in front of my eyes.
Ye Gui stood in front of the small shop, as if he was a child again.
"Mr. Wen, you are serious!"
When we walk out of this door, we are still the social beasts running endlessly for life.
The pressure is increasing and our hair is getting less and less, but we are still trying to live.
Maybe only when I'm particularly stressed, I will come here and find the feeling of childhood.
Give up your worries and screw your sister’s boss and performance, who is not a child yet!
After you are completely relaxed, walk out the door and get back to work.
Just to be able to gain a foothold.
I don’t know since when, the definition of success is having a house and a car.
I am overwhelmed by the mortgage and car loan every day. I am unhappy and have no time for my own hobbies.
Is this really called success?
"Everyone is under a lot of pressure. It's good to be able to relax. Let's go upstairs. There is a restaurant. I just want to ask Chef Ye to comment on it, so I can know where our shortcomings are!"
"good!"
They came to the fifth floor, where almost all of them were square wooden tables from their childhood.
The chair is still a bench.
If you sit too far to the side, you might fall.
There are menus and buckets of chopsticks on the table.
The two of them found an empty table, and Mr. Wen asked, "Chef Ye, what do you want to eat?"
"I can do it, but you just have to write about the signature dishes here!"
"Okay, then two bowls of lard rice, one portion of flavored shrimp, chicken, and screw meat!"
He wrote the table number on the menu and sent it to the front desk.
He came back quickly: "Chef Ye, the food will be served in about 15 minutes!"
The two chatted for a while, and then a waiter brought a plate full of rice in a palm-sized bowl.
There are still two or three grains of lard on the rice.
The waiter placed a bowl in front of each of them, and then took out a soft bottle of Haidilao oyster sauce.
It's full of black lard, squeezed onto the rice.
Ye Gui sniffed it: "In addition to lard, there is also soy sauce!"
“That’s right, Chef Ye’s nose is really good!”
"No, lard is not black!"
Mr. Wen: "..."
The flattery is wrong!
"Eat first, eat first!"
Ye Gui took out his chopsticks and mixed the rice, adding soy sauce for seasoning.
The fragrant lard immediately melts into the rice, adding to the aroma of the rice together with the soy sauce.
"This smell is good, it's authentic lard, it's not fake!" Ye Gui's words reminded Mr. Wen of Ye Gui's nickname: the God of Death.
"We definitely don't dare to cheat, otherwise we will ruin our own reputation!" Mr. Wen immediately mixed the rice and tossed it in two mouthfuls.
Most of the bowl of rice was gone.
Ye Gui has already put the empty bowl over: "Mr. Wen, this mouthful of rice is enough for whoever can eat it. If not, give it to a big bowl and a small bowl!"
The other party may be doing this from a business perspective, so this can be considered a type of turnover rate.
But Ye Gui is standing from the customer's perspective. If you dissatisfy me, I will naturally tell you.
It's like this bowl of rice, which costs 5 yuan a bowl, and two mouthfuls are gone.
It’s impossible to say it’s not expensive!
Mr. Wen quickly said: "Change, we will change it now, but what about the taste of the rice?"
"The rice tastes good, very fragrant, and the lard is also very mellow. The lard residue is fried just right. It would be better if you could sprinkle a little salt on it!"