As the saying goes, if you wear a thousand clothes, you will never wear anything to flatter yourself.
Hong Yanwu tried his best to sell the goods to the two masters and trick them.
It should be said that Huaying is a kind person and is actually easy to deal with.
It's a pity that he is too kind, cautious and has no independent opinion at all.
Chatting and joking is fine, but when it comes to things in the kitchen, she listens to "Zhang Dashao" and refuses to step out of bounds.
Not to mention passing on the craftsmanship, I can't even try making "Shredded Pork with Fish Flavor".
So Hong Yanwu came back in the end. There was no way to save the country through curves, so he had to use "Zhang Dashao" as a breakthrough.
But this old guy is really a strong fortress.
Hong Yanwu offered "Chinese Cigarette" to flatter him, but he refused to accept it.
He scolded Hong Yanwu for being a prodigal, and all the money he earned was smoked and burned.
Hong Yanwu saw that he loved to drink tea and gave him good tea, but he didn't want it.
Unless I have been drinking "Gao Moer" for most of my life, I am not used to it.
Even when Hong Yanwu offered him a refill of boiling water, he pressed the teapot and refused to let him do so.
He also said that receiving no reward for no merit was a courtesy from a disciple to his master, and he couldn't bear it.
That's called a food that doesn't have enough oil and salt, and is raw, cold, and astringent.
Later, Hong Yanwu rolled his eyes and started focusing on daily needs.
"Do you have a TV at home? I have a way to import household appliances..."
But before he finished speaking, the old man came back.
"Why do I need those things? Are they imported? Are you responsible for breaking my teeth? I'm telling you, I'm just interested in eating and drinking. Don't mention anything else to me."
Hong Yanwu was especially unwilling.
"No, you don't like it, then, then your family..."
Another tough sentence.
"I have no home, no wife and children, and I'm just a dead old man!"
Good guy, if you even scold yourself, you are cruel!
Hong Yanwu was stunned for a long time, and finally swallowed and spit.
"Well, is that okay? I'll bring you two bottles of Moutai to try tomorrow, and you can..."
Unexpectedly, I completely made the old guy impatient.
"Go, go, go, if you want a drink, I won't buy it myself? If you show courtesy for nothing, you are either committing adultery or stealing! Just go and work for me!"
Well, even with the face of a city wall, there was no way to discuss this matter further, so Hong Yanwu could only resign in despair.
But he didn't expect that "Zhang Dashao" would take the initiative to change his temper one day.
One day in late June, "Zhang Dashao" who came to work unexpectedly brought a belly from home and cut it open in the kitchen.
At that time, Chen Liquan was rubbing coal outside, while Hong Yanwu was laying ice in the house.
It was called a fragrant fragrance. As soon as he smelled it while he was working, he unconsciously dropped a large drop of saliva to the ground.
Needless to say, it's quite unpromising to be so arrogant on the spot.
Hong Yanwu himself knew it was embarrassing, so he stepped on it with his foot.
Unexpectedly, "Zhang Dashao" saw him anyway, and surprisingly, he greeted him with a smile.
"You know your stuff. I made this little belly myself. There are more than a dozen ingredients. Come over and try it..."
Being invited for the first time, Hong Yanwu was naturally overjoyed. He had been looking forward to this day.
So without any further delay, he walked over with a nod, took a large piece of belly and put it directly into his mouth.
To say that this belly is really extraordinary, it is very different from the ones outside. It has a strange aroma of cardamom, and the meat is no longer meat, but has a glutinous texture.
It's just that the more you chew, the more sticky your mouth becomes and you get a little acid reflux...
By the end of chewing, the aroma was gone and it became a little less tasty.
But this was the first reward from "Zhang Dashao", and Hong Yanwu could not live up to his kindness.
So for the sake of face, he forced himself to swallow it.
But he didn't expect that "Zhang Dashao", who had just arrived here and had been staring at his face, said the second half of the hidden sentence unhurriedly,
"...Is it broken? Just swallow it? I forgot about it at home. It has been there for a long time. It was used to treat mice..."
"I'll just...!"
Before he could say anything else, Hong Yanwu was so sick that he vomited.
He was vomiting and had nausea for three days before the oily smell of rotting meat was suppressed.
In short, regardless of whether the old guy acted on a spur-of-the-moment basis or had a premeditated plan, it was really wicked to deceive him.
But fortunately, real heroes don't wear red pants. Hong Yanwu is young and has a great body.
This little thing couldn't cure his greed, and he soon became full of energy again.
And this matter also made him understandable. If he begged for nothing, he would become a "thief" and "Zhang Dashao". He had to make up for it no matter what, otherwise it would never end.
In fact, after the incident, "Zhang Dashao" also had a guilty conscience.
Although he was not afraid of Hong Yanwu suing the factory leaders, the key point was that a cook's professional ethics was very important and it would be a bit embarrassing to publicize this matter.
Think about it, he actually deliberately let people eat rotten food for the sake of vindictiveness, which is indeed too much.
So, feeling regretful, he relaxed his attitude for the first time.
But even so, it wasn't that good and it just went with Hong Yanwu's wishes.
For this reason, it would be fanciful to want him to pass on his craftsmanship.
In the end, he only agreed to cook a dish for Hong Yanwu to try, and there must be additional conditions.
The first is to look at his mood. When cooking for the factory leader, he just cooks what he cooks. He is not allowed to choose or choose.
The second is that Hong Yanwu cannot eat for free. He uses public goods and must pay according to the price. There is no such thing as free food.
These two items didn't matter to Hong Yanwu, he immediately nodded and agreed without even stumbling.
Not to mention, "Zhang Dashao" really kept his word this time. He made a honey-roasted chicken the next day and gave half of it to Hong Yanwu.
But the asking price is actually fifteen yuan.
Never forget, this is 1982.
The best dish at "Polar Bear", which is only a dollar a piece, is the seafood.
The real sales of restaurants outside are that the roast duck at "Judequan" is ten yuan a piece and the "fish maw with white sauce" at "Jingcheng Hotel" is twenty-five yuan.
This "Zhang Dashao" actually dares to sell it for fifteen and a half yuan. What is this if it's not "black"?
Sure enough, the old guy was very proud when he put the chicken in front of Hong Yanwu.
He said, "How is it? Are you feeling distressed? Let me make it clear first that it's not that I sell it expensively, but that my craftsmanship is worth the price. It's not that I don't do it, it's that you can't bear it. Anyway, you won't be able to miss this village."
This is a restaurant. If you want to eat again, I won’t wait for you."
To put it bluntly, it was made clear that Hong Yanwu could see it but not eat it.
Or maybe you want him to eat it in his mouth and feel pain in his heart.
It's just a pity that he was ignorant and could never have imagined that the little kitchen worker in front of him would be the richest man in the entire Republic.
So the result was completely screwed up.
Hong Yanwu was drooling, and when he turned around in his pocket, he took out thirty yuan.
What is this for?
I bet he still wants that half.
"Zhang Dashao" became anxious now, "What's the matter with you? Don't touch your nose and face. I'm only selling you half of this dish today. If you want to eat it again, it's gone."
But Hong Yanwu has some words.
"Master Zhang, then you have to break your promise. We promised you that it would be one dish. Half? Half can only be considered one dish?"
Come on, "Zhang Dashao" can't open his eyes and tell lies. This is unreasonable.
But he couldn't be generous even if he wanted to, because the other half of the chicken was intended for the factory leaders to eat at noon.
If it was really given to Hong Yanwu, what would he do to deal with the errands?
So what should we do in the end? He could only agree to Hong Yanwu's condition of taking advantage of the situation and cook him another dish when he had time.
Just like that, not only did this boy and Chen Liquan get a taste of "Zhang Dashao's" craftsmanship.
I also got a big deal and made a reservation for the next time.