Although most of Li Liang's menus are home-cooked dishes, there are still some tough ones: spicy chicken, spicy and tough!
Spicy chicken is a typical Sichuan dish, with chicken and chili peppers, and goes very well with rice.
When Zhou Yan was in high school, this dish was served in the school cafeteria and it was very popular. Moreover, after graduation, spicy chicken has always been one of the must-order dishes at high school reunions.
Authentic Spicy Chicken uses Sichuan pickled red peppers and Sichuan Sichuan peppercorns. The stir-fried chicken is spicy and fragrant, red and shiny, and extremely attractive. Even those who don’t like spicy food will give it a try.
After eating one piece, you can’t help but eat the second piece because of the spicy temptation between your lips and teeth.
As for the class reunion, there is another must-order dish, spicy and sour potato shreds. As for the reason why this person is on the list, it is simple and crude: delicious and not expensive...
Two days have passed in a blink of an eye, and the weekend is here.
There are many more customers dining at Zhouji Restaurant than usual. Many customers come out to eat in the restaurant because they are too lazy to do anything on weekends. Some people also come to the restaurant because they are curious about Li Liang's one-time super VIP meal.
What does it look like?
Li Liang's "Cloud-Piercing Arrow" attracted nine classmates, seven roommates, and two gay friends. Because there were so many people, Zhou Yan even put two tables together.
Everyone is here and the first dish is ready.
To the surprise of many melon-eaters, the first dish of the first prize meal turned out to be spicy and sour potato shreds.
What surprised the melon-eaters even more was that a group of young people started to "feel deeply and get bored" with a plate of shredded potatoes!
In response to this, many people who eat melons can only turn into lemon essence and keep sighing: "It's great to be young!"
Soon, the shredded potatoes were on the disc, and the second and third dishes were also quickly served.
Ground three delicacies, Kung Pao chicken, braised pork with pickled vegetables.
Afterwards, the atmosphere at Li Liang's table also became lively. While "circling" and toasting, he also did not forget to "reminisce about the glorious past."
The next two dishes are the sweet and sour crispy sweet and sour pork, and the salty and appetizing twice-cooked pork.
After six courses, a group of young people began to "discuss" how to drink in groups.
"Lao Jiu, are you still talking to your girlfriend?"
"Of course!"
"Hey... among the ten of us, you are the only one who has a girlfriend. Why don't you drink one?"
"That's bullshit, the boss is already married!"
"Then you two do one thing..."
Ten people simmered away two boxes of beer.
After the intermission, hard dishes were served again, braised pork ribs, boiled fish, and flavored eggplant.
"We've got a tough dish, let's do it together?!"
Seeing a group of young people who had just lost their childishness competing for drinks, the middle-aged men in the store seemed to be infected. They burst out with pride, picked up the glass cups, and drank the beer in one gulp.
Next, let’s start with spicy chicken.
When they saw the hard dishes, all the customers in the store were shocked: the plate containing the spicy chicken was more than twenty inches long, and the spicy chicken inside was piled up into a hill on the plate...
"This is the toughest thing, Lao Ba, open and bright!"
"Oh, don't even look at it. Use your chopsticks quickly. You were not like this in school..."
"Then we're not welcome?"
"Let's go together!"
Ten pairs of chopsticks reached out to the volcano composed of chicken legs and peppers...
Just as everyone picked up the chicken nuggets, a burst of hot air burst out from the gap, like a volcano erupting!
"Hiss!"
"Spicy enough! Authentic!"
"Ah, give me water quickly!"
"Isn't there beer!"
After eating a few chopsticks of spicy chicken, the ten of them were so spicy that they sweated on their foreheads. But the more they did, the happier they were eating, as if they were back in the passionate college days.
At that time, they sweated freely.
At that time, they opened their hearts freely...
When a group of young people were looking back on their youth, many men in the store were silent: We also had an era of passionate passion, but later, our passion was all buried by the trivialities of life...
The chicken nuggets on the twenty-inch plate were disappearing quickly.
In the end, there was only a layer of red pepper left on the plate, burning there like lost youth and burning passion...
"Are you all full?"
Everyone touched the belly that was about to burst out of the clothes...
What's more, he directly marked the status with burping: "Uh..."
Finally, Zhou Yan asked Liu Ning to serve ten bowls of boiled cabbage to ten people.
"Passion will always wear away, leaving only a plain and boring life. Only you know the taste of it..."
After finishing the meal, two hours have passed. When we arrived, the sun was still shining, and after finishing the meal, the lights were already starting to come on...
"Boss, check out!"
Wang Han walked to the table with a smile and stretched out his hand in accordance with Zhou Yan's previous instructions: "Huicheng, ten yuan per person!"
Not long after Li Liang and his classmates left, the customers in the store also left one after another.
After that, Liu Chuang and Liu Ning started their daily routine of cleaning, while Zhou Yan, who was supposed to help, had to stay in the store and watch the Buddha jumping over the wall while it was slowly simmering.
Half of those who have traveled a hundred miles are ninety. At the last moment, Zhou Yan did not dare to be careless at all. This pot of Buddha jumping over the wall not only involved more than a thousand ingredients, but also involved Zhou Yan's master badge.
In the evening, Zhou Yan asked someone to bring a message to his uncle and left it in the store.
And Zhou Yan's efforts these days have not been in vain. When serving food on Sunday, the store turned into a sea of seafood, and there seemed to be seafood swimming in it...
Although Zhou Yan used the processing fee to get the remaining ingredients, Buddha Jumping Over the Wall did not appear on the wall of the shop. It was too troublesome to make.
Of course, in order to eliminate the grievances of those old customers who had not experienced Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, Zhou Yan opened a new area on the wall and hung some buckled wooden signs in it, all of which wrote some weird things, such as Nine-turn Large Intestine,
Dishes such as fried in oil, double crispy, and non-stick.
If you want to eat, you have to look for brands and make reservations in advance.
The four consecutive super jackpots seemed to be the beginning. In the next week, five regular customers won the jackpot one after another.
In comparison, the requirements of these customers are much simpler. They just ask Zhou Yan to cook some less popular dishes, or ask Zhou Yan to cook some Western food.
The most bizarre request was that a customer bought a steak from a supermarket in the city center and asked Zhou Yan to fry it. There was also a middle-aged man whose hometown was in Shanghai, who asked Zhou Yan to cook a Shanghai-style Western meal...
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By mid-August, there were still fifty or sixty balls and a super grand prize in the lottery box.
Maybe it's because customers drew nine big prizes in a row a few days ago, which exhausted everyone's luck. However, the last big prize could not be drawn.
On August 16, many freshmen had already started school, and Zhou Yan only found the admission information from the Internet.
After seeing the admission information, Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief and went to his alma mater's website to find the phone number of the admissions office. After calling, he learned that the admission notice had been sent out a week ago.
After that, Zhou Yan took the time to return to Dongyang, went to the school to pick up the admission notice, sent it to his home, and then returned to Xinhai.
On the second day after Zhou Yan returned to Xinhai, there was a countdown sign on the door of Zhou Ji's restaurant: There are still fifteen days until our store closes.