The leisurely countryside of the live broadcasting mountain master

Chapter 97

Wanfa Group is considered a large enterprise in the entire Dongzhou Province.

The founder of Wanfa Group, Liu Jianguo, is a legendary businessman.

It took this person more than ten years from starting from scratch to establishing a huge group company.

Some people say that he just caught up with the wind of the Internet industry, as long as he stands on the wind, even a pig can be blown away.

This is a bit overthinking.

Are there fewer pigs in our celestial dynasty?I don't know how many big fat pigs gather on the air vents a year, how many of them can fly?
Chicken soup is poor for three generations, inspirational ruins life!
The nonsense on the Internet is unbelievable. Even if you stand on the wind, you can't take off without some skills.

Liu Jianguo is obviously a capable person. Some people call him a business wizard.

Yu Yishan carefully recalled what he knew, the information about Liu Jianguo, and suddenly slapped the table: "Eh? It's not a rumor on the Internet... This Liu Jianguo has cancer, won't he last long?"

Little Tutu said calmly: "It's not a rumor...it should be true."

"You know? Could it be... this Liu Jianguo, who wants to eat the dumplings made by your father?"

"Yes."

"why?"

Yu Yishan was simply curious: "Why does he insist on eating the dumplings made by your father? He paid 10 yuan for a bowl... Now it's 100 million?"

"Yes."

Little Tutu sighed: "Liu Jianguo ate a bowl of dumplings at my parents' noodle stall back then, because of this... Now he is terminally ill, and before he died, he suddenly missed that taste and insisted on trying it again." The dumplings cooked by my father..."

Yu Yishan rubbed his chin: "Then...he felt that the taste was wrong, not the same feeling as before."

"yes……"

Little Tutu sighed: "My parents are bored to death now, not because of the 100 million, it doesn't matter if it's money or not... The main thing is that the old man is pitiful."

Yu Yishan chuckled: "Of course, I understand, it doesn't matter if it's money or not..."

Little Tutu said confidently: "Of course it doesn't matter, if you can make that bowl of dumplings well, 100 million yuan will be yours!"

After taking a breath, Little Tutu said again: "This matter is very popular among chefs in the provincial capital. My dad mainly wants to save face."

"Back then, Liu Jianguo also ate this bowl of delicious dumplings at my dad's noodle stall. There's no reason why my dad couldn't make it, but someone else could."

"That Liu Jianguo's subordinates have also been to five-star hotels. They invited those super chefs to cook for them. They even cooked a bowl of dumplings. The material cost even cost hundreds of thousands, but it still couldn't meet Liu Jianguo's requirements."

"They're out of luck too, they just hope my dad can reproduce the taste of the past."

"I think it's quite difficult. My dad's cooking skills are actually not very high. I really don't remember how to make the bowl of dumplings back then."

"The flour for making dumplings is all ordinary flour, the meat filling is also ordinary pork, and the noodle soup is made of pig skulls and beef bones..."

"Seasoning ingredients are those ordinary things, fixed portions..."

"That Liu Jianguo was still an ordinary person at the time, and my dad wouldn't add any high-end ingredients to him specially, didn't he just cook a dumpling like usual..."

Little Tutu was a little discouraged when he said this: "Who knows how he can't forget it before he dies, as if he had eaten a peerless delicacy?"

"Could it be that he was very hungry at the time? Or maybe the pork in those days was different from now? The chopped green onion and ginger in the ingredients are also different from now?"

Little Tutu was a little worried: "If this is the case, no one can solve this problem."

Yu Yishan swayed on the bamboo chair a few times, and suddenly smiled: "The taste of these ingredients must be different, but it can't be too different. Pork can't become beef, and scallions can't change. It smells like garlic..."

"Then where is the problem?"

Little Tutu was puzzled: "As for the simmering of noodles, my dad has improved the recipe, but the dumplings... are still made according to the old method."

"My dad even... remade the simplest simmered dumplings back then, and added a little simmered soup to the dumpling soup..."

"When cooking dumplings back then, he may have added these soups to the dumpling soup. My dad tried every kind of soup, and even tried pairing them together... But that Liu Jianguo is still not satisfied."

"Anyway, everyone has nothing to do, so this matter has been delayed."

"I heard that some top chefs have personally rushed to Liu Jianguo's house these days to make boiled dumplings for Liu Jianguo on the spot...but all of them came back in failure."

"Shan Ye, can you handle this matter?"

"You are the God of Cookery... you can't be a bragging parallel importer?"

At the end of the talk, Little Tutu obviously lost confidence and began to question Yu Yishan's professionalism.

Yu Yishan suddenly became angry: "Hmph! Didn't you see what the netizens in the live broadcast room said?"

"In this world, there is nothing that my Master Shan can't handle!"

"It's just making dumplings, I'll finish it for you in minutes!"

Little Tutu was overjoyed, and then hurriedly corrected: "It's not just dumplings, it's boiled dumplings! With soup! Don't serve steamed dumplings to others, it should include soup!"

"Don't worry, it's fine, it's just dumplings!"

Yu Yishan slapped his chest swearingly: "You pass a message to them, if you want to find the taste of the past, come to me!"

"I'll be waiting for him in Yujia Village, Brother Xi will come to see me!"

"Master Shan, are you serious?"

Little Tutu hesitated again: "You let them come to your house to eat dumplings? In case the taste of your cooking is not right, they made a trip for nothing. It takes a day to go back and forth..."

"Cut, how could the taste of my dumplings be wrong, just send me a copy of your dad's method of making dumplings in detail!"

Yu Yishan paused, and then said: "Then, let Liu Jianguo and the others come. If the taste is not right, I will compensate him 100 million."

"what?"

The little rabbit has already eaten: "Really? Master Shan, can you give 100 million? Don't put yourself in it..."

"Just relax."

Yu Yishan waved his hand indifferently: "Who am I? Have you ever heard of the omnipotent Master Shan? It doesn't matter if he has 100 million yuan, dumplings, or [-] bowls of dumplings... these are not problems. You just get them ready to go."

Yu Yishan has always been full of confidence, and Little Tutu finally made up his mind: "Okay, I will contact them now... If they decide to come over, I will come with them and cheer you up!"

"so be it!"

After hanging up the phone, Yu Yishan found that the phone call had lasted for half an hour.

He has never tried talking on the phone with his sister paper for so long.

It was such a pleasant experience.

Looking at the messy furniture around him, and the endless darkness in the distance, Yu Yishan chuckled, then lay down on the bamboo chair and began to sleep.

Tomorrow, there are still many things.

(End of this chapter)