Six Zero: Cultivate the pillars of the country by relying on the Xixi system

Zhang Guoan smiled sarcastically, "Father and son, father is kind and son is filial, we have never met before, you are not a kind father, why should I be filial as a son?"

"Besides, you don't have a young son, as long as your father and son are deeply affectionate, you don't care about my business, we will be the same as before, the world is far apart, and the well water does not interfere with the river water."

Zhang Feng was so angry by these words, Zhu Guangzong hurried out to smooth things over, "Brother Zhang, don't get angry with the children, let's eat, let's eat."

There were few people on the second floor, and no one saw the dispute in the corner. Zhu Guangzong passed on the recipe, and this restaurant can be regarded as a relatively famous old restaurant in the provincial capital.

Many specialty dishes are done very well. After the public-private partnership, the master chef has not changed. He has become the manager of the store and brought a few apprentices.

Northwest cuisine is not reserved and graceful, but has a rich and colorful taste, which can be smelled from a long distance.

Li Wenwen looked at the roasted leg of lamb on the table next to him, and was a little greedy. He approached Zhang Guoan and whispered, "Let's order a roasted leg of lamb."

Zhang Guoan nodded, ordered stewed meatballs, and handed the menu to Zhu Guangzong, "Uncle, order."

Zhu Guangzong was not too polite, and after discussing with Zhang Feng, he ordered two cold dishes, a large portion of rice, and also ordered a special fermented glutinous rice soup for several people.

Even restaurants can make these sumptuous dishes. At home, there is a lack of various materials, and the taste is always less than three points.

While waiting for the food, Zhang Feng and Zhang Guoan quarreled again. Zhang Feng didn't know whether it was his paternal heart attack or his desire to control, so he insisted on Zhang Guoan coming to work in the provincial capital.

"A small place like Liangcheng can't compare to a provincial capital. If you move to the provincial capital, I can still help you."

Zhang Guoan listened amusedly, "I have already been the deputy factory manager in Liangcheng, and the secretary and the old factory manager are reliable people. What am I going to do in the provincial capital? I can't be an ordinary worker."

It's not that Zhang Guoan thinks that ordinary workers are inferior to others, it's just that people want to go to high places, and it's impossible to be low.

"Still, Director Zhang's hands and eyes are so good that he can let me come to the provincial capital to be the director of the factory." Zhang Guoan said sarcastically again.

Li Wenwen was just pretending to be stupid and drinking the soup. On this occasion, Li Wenwen didn't have anything to do.

Besides, Zhang Guoan usually has a calm and reserved look. I have never seen him so eccentric, sarcastic and sharp. It can be regarded as getting to know Zhang Guoan's new side.

When the stewed meatballs came, the hand-made beef balls were served with sauerkraut and day lily. The smell of beef and various seasonings immediately captured Li Wenwen's heart.

No wonder this store can stand up in this kind of time, it is really a bit of a brush, compared with the taste in the store, what the Li family used to make at home was Wowotou.

Li Wenwen watched the other three people fighting with each other and confronting each other, just burying their heads in eating like nothing happened.

When Zhang Feng placed the bowl fiercely, Li Wenwen was startled and choked on the ball.

Zhang Guoan hurried over to pat his back, and Zhu Guangzong also poured a cup of Babao tea.

This is the authentic flavor of Gan Province. The combination of several materials has a different feeling from tea, complex but charming.

But now Li Wenwen doesn't care about the taste at all, and just wants to swallow the choked things.

After tossing the punch, the few people calmed down and began to eat slowly. Only Zhu Guangzong and Zhang Feng were left on the table talking.

Just when Li Wenwen thought that the meeting would come to a successful conclusion, a middle-aged woman walked up the stairs aggressively and rushed towards the table.

"Well, you Zhu Guangzong, you don't go home after get off work, you meet your own son outside, right?"