Putting the cans and bottles on the counter, the waiter explained: "This is the sauce made by my grandfather. It takes a lot of effort to make, but it is very delicious. Whether it is cooking noodles or making steamed buns, it is a must-have."
I had to persuade my grandpa to give him a bottle, but..."
The waiter continued, only focusing on Zhang Yu's backpack.
Zhang Yu also took out the two kilograms of brown sugar from it and handed it to the waiter.
The waiter happily pushed the bottle toward Zhang Yu, and then quickly stuffed the two kilograms of brown sugar under the cabinet.
As if a little embarrassed, the waiter opened his mouth and then explained: "My sister just gave birth to a baby two days ago. My family has wanted to buy some brown sugar for my sister to keep for her health since before she was born, but we haven't been able to buy it.
.The supply and marketing cooperative finally got brown sugar, but before we could get there, the brown sugar was sold out."
Hearing this familiar reason, Zhang Yu inexplicably thought of the old lady buying red dates at the market.
Is it a coincidence or the two of them are basically a family.
However, Zhang Yu had no intention of going into detail.
He picked up the bottle of sauce and looked at it. Even with the lid on, he could smell the aroma in the bit of oil spilling from the mouth of the bottle.
The can bottle is not small, it should be the size of one pound.
Looking at Zhang Yu's eyes, the waiter continued to explain: "Don't underestimate this sauce, it contains a lot of oil and meat."
The implication is that two kilograms of brown sugar can be exchanged for this bottle of canned food.
Zhang Yu nodded, it was indeed not a loss.
Seeing this, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
Although a lot of good things were used when making the sauce, in general, she still got the advantage of exchanging one can of sauce for two pounds of brown sugar, and she was worried that Zhang Yu would not agree.
In Zhang Yu's opinion, it was just the opposite. Two kilograms of brown sugar were worth more than one yuan, but compared with this jar of sauce, it was nothing at all.
Both parties were happy with this transaction.
The waiter looked around and saw that there were no customers yet, so he lowered his voice and said, "If you still want to change the sauce in the future, you can come to me."
As soon as he said this, Zhang Yu's eyes lit up and he directly asked the other party what he wanted. If he could get it, he would bring it over next time.
For Zhang Yu, who has died once, besides his family, satisfying his appetite is already the top priority.
The waiter's eyes were also astonishingly bright: "Okay! I want a piece of really good cloth, can you get it?"
After that, he seemed to feel that his request was a bit too much, so he changed his words and said: "If not, forget it, others are fine."
"I'll give it a try." Zhang Yu didn't finish his words.
But even so, the waiter was almost jumping for joy.
Her little sister's eldest brother is a company commander in a certain army in Tianjin, and he sent her a piece of high-quality fabric in the mail some time ago.
The little sister asked someone to make a shirt out of that piece of fabric, and the waiter went to see it. The shirt was very straight, the color was nice, it was smooth to the touch, and it didn't fade.
All in all, I envied her so much.
She coquettishly coquettished her grandparents for several days before they agreed to buy her a piece of good-quality cloth.
It's just that in their small place, let alone high-quality fabrics, even ordinary fabrics will be sold out as soon as they are available. You can't get them if you don't run quickly.
At this time, Zhang Yu no longer seemed to her to be a man with outstanding looks and a heart-beating face, but the new clothes she was about to get.
"When will you come back, I'll ask my father to make more sauce." The waiter said excitedly.
"How many days do we have to wait? Good quality fabric is difficult to get, so I have to find someone to help me."
Zhang Yu is going to get a few more bottles of sauce to store. Anyway, there is a warehouse in the secret space, and the sauce will not go bad if placed in it.
The waiter nodded to express understanding.
The Deliang fabric that I had been thinking about for a long time came to fruition. The waiter was so happy that he hummed a little song and ran to the kitchen to serve Zhang Yu.
Two minutes later, Zhang Yu took two heavy lunch boxes from the opponent's hands.
The waiter whispered: "I serve pure pork belly specially for you."
Although state-owned restaurants have quotas every day, they can buy meat directly from the slaughterhouse.
But this does not mean that all braised pork is made of pork belly.
Zhang Yu vaguely remembers that the large white pigs of later generations, which often grow between two and three hundred and three to five hundred kilograms a year, were only introduced after the 1970s.
He didn't know if he remembered it accurately, and he didn't know what other places were like now. Anyway, the pigs raised by everyone here in Grandpa Xie were still old breed black pigs or spotted pigs.
And because of the reasons in the past two years, there were so many households in the brigade, and now only seven or eight households with good conditions can afford to raise pigs.
After raising them for a whole year, the best ones can grow up to 200 kilograms, which is as big as the sky. I'm still willing to feed some sweet potatoes.
But most of them are only about 150~180 pounds.
Some people feed wild vegetables mixed with bran, and there is very little bran. The pigs fed in this way only weigh about a hundred pounds a year, and are as thin as today's people, with only the bones remaining except the skin.
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There is only so much pork belly in a pig, so the braised pork stewed in many places will inevitably contain some meat from other places.
But if braised pork is to be delicious, it must be pure pork belly. Everyone knows this.
Zhang Yu put the two lunch boxes into his backpack and left the state-owned hotel.
What he didn't hear was that as soon as he left, a roar came from the kitchen: "Where's my sauce and braised pork?"
As a chef in a state-owned hotel, you still have many hidden benefits.
Needless to say, there is no need to talk about daily meals. Every time the restaurant purchases something good, the chef will keep a portion for himself.
Of course, he will never be short of money, and he will never fall into this trap.
But this does not mean that there are no benefits. As a chef, when making your own dish, no one will say anything about choosing some better parts.
For today's braised pork, he specially selected the pure pork belly and left a portion for himself. However, he just went to the toilet and the pork belly she left for him was gone, as was the sauce that she finally made.
The waiter opened the curtain and shouted dissatisfiedly toward the back: "Grandpa, what are you shouting?"
The chef narrowed his eyes, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes: "Did you take my sauce and braised pork?"
"I got it, what can you do?" The waiter was not afraid at all. Her grandfather was just a paper tiger in front of their two granddaughters.
"Just now someone wanted to take away the braised pork, so I gave him the portion you had stewed on the stove." The waiter said unceremoniously, not knowing any euphemisms.
"No, haven't I already stewed the braised pork for sale today? You can just serve him a portion from the big pot. Why do you have to serve the portion I left?"
