My hotel is famous in the world

When Bai Xianzhi arrived at the hospital, his uncle was already dying. The old man with chicken skin and white hair was lying on the hospital bed, breathing in more and exhaling less. Seeing his only relative like this, Bai Xianzhi burst into tears instantly, and he went to the hospital. In the first two steps, he held the old man's hand and shouted, "Uncle!"

Hearing the sound, the old man's eyelids opened a crack, and seeing Bai Xianzhi twitching the corners of his mouth with difficulty, he raised his breath and shouted, "Zhizhi."

Bai Xianzhi quickly responded, "Uncle, I'm here."

The old man said weakly: "Uncle has...a small shop...at...No. 231...Wutong Lane...after...after...I will hand it over to you...you!"

Speaking of which, the old man raised his other hand, Bai Xianzhi quickly reached out to take it, and a simple brass key fell into his palm.

"This...is...the key,...you put it away...it must...open."

After saying that, the old man's hand suddenly dropped, and Bai Xianzhi raised his eyes to see that the old man's eyes had already been closed, and several doctors and nurses poured into the door in an instant. After a commotion, the doctor in a white coat walked up to Bai Xianzhi: " Mr. Bai, the patient has already passed away, so my condolences will change."

Bai Xianzhi's tears fell instantly.

It was four days after finishing his uncle's funeral, Bai Xianzhi packed up the grief in his heart and came to No. 231 Wutong Lane.

A small door appeared in front of Bai Xianzhi, the silver-white rolling door was closed tightly, and the signboard with white letters on a red background read several large and square characters: Three Thousand Food House.

This is my uncle's small restaurant, and he will also become the owner of this small restaurant, and will continue to operate the small restaurant.

Bai Xianzhi is 24 years old this year and has never had a job. He broadcasts his own cooking videos on the Internet every day. He is a small gourmet broadcaster with not many fans, around [-] to [-]. Money is enough anyway.

Since the third grade of elementary school, Bai Xianzhi has found his lifelong hobby, cooking. At that time, his uncle asked him what he wanted to do when he grew up, and his first reaction was to be a cook. He still remembers his uncle hearing his answer. I smiled happily.

The only family member who supported his dream made Xiao Bai Xianzhi's dream more firm. From then on, he took care of all the meals at home. Not only that, but after that, he resolutely entered various restaurants as a helper. An old man took a fancy to it.

The old man was an imperial chef in his ancestors, and his first-hand cooking skills are superb. However, future generations don't care about it. He is afraid that his skills will be lost. In addition, Bai Xianzhi's love for cooking skills has moved him, so he passed on his first-hand cooking skills to Bai Xian Of.

Bai Xianzhi spent four years learning the old man's skills. When he left, the old man said that he was better than the blue, and watched him leave with satisfaction.

Bai Xianzhi, who has just completed his skills, wanted to open his own restaurant, but he had no money, so he started live broadcasting and planned to save money to open a restaurant, but he didn't expect that his uncle had a small restaurant.

It's strange that he and his uncle have lived together for so many years, yet they never knew about the existence of this small restaurant.

But his uncle has passed away, and Bai Xianzhi has no one to ask. It is not a bad thing for him to inherit a small restaurant. On the contrary, he has realized most of his idea of ​​opening a restaurant. In Bai Xianzhi's eyes, it's all right.

Taking out the brass key, Bai Xianzhi walked to the door. The simple brass key did not match the silver-white shutter door, but they were indeed a pair. He took out the key and raised his hand to pull the shutter door open. The restaurant appeared in the eyes.

Bai Xianzhi was not surprised, his uncle never knew how to do housework, even sweeping the floor could clean the broom, so he was surprised that his uncle's small restaurant was very hygienic.

At this time, a voice came from the door of the small shop: "Boss Bai, Boss Bai."

Bai Xianzhi turned around, and there was a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face wearing a leather apron standing at the door. He was a little fat, and his beer belly stretched out the apron in an arc. Seeing Bai Xianzhi, he asked in surprise, "Who are you? I'm looking for Bai Xianzhi. boss."

Bai Xianzhi: "I am Bai Song's nephew, are you?"

Chinese character face: "Oh, nephew, I sell pork at the Wutong vegetable market. Boss Bai orders pork from me every day. I haven't seen anyone else in the past few days. I want to ask if he still orders pork?"

Order pork every day?Is the business of this small shop in the depths of the alley with almost no strangers so good?

Bai Xianzhi, who was new here and didn't understand the situation, murmured, "I don't need today's ones, and I can send them over tomorrow."

Guo Zilian nodded with a smile: "Okay, uh, little brother, can I ask where Boss Bai has gone?"

Bai Xianzhi lowered his eyes and said softly: "My uncle passed away a few days ago."

Embarrassment immediately appeared on Guozilian's face, and he hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, my condolences will be changed, and my condolences will be changed."

Bai Xianzhi shook his head lightly: "It's okay."

Guozilian breathed a sigh of relief, bid farewell to Bai Xianzhi and left in a hurry.

After Guo Zilian left, Bai Xianzhi continued to look at the small restaurant. Six wooden tables and stools were placed in the small space. Put your feet up on the ground.

Bai Xianzhi: "..." No, shouldn't this stool be placed on the table like this?

Look again, there is something dark on the corner of the table, Bai Xianzhi bent down and twisted it, it turned out to be a piece of cabbage covered with an unknown amount of dust!Looking around, the corners and corners of the six tables turned out to be full of black food residues!

Bai Xianzhi: "..." So how does his uncle's store survive and pass the annual sanitation spot check?

Going further inside, the kitchen is even more of a disaster scene, white plates with greasy stains occupying the sink in disorder, a thick layer of oil condensed on the gas stove, and there are leftovers in the pot.

Bai Xianzhi walked over, and there was half a pot of black things in the black iron pot. He looked carefully, and it took him a long time to recognize that it was fried pork with cabbage. He thought of the black food on the table outside the kitchen Residue, he suddenly understood that the piece of cabbage was not blackened by dust, but it was black when it was out of the pot!

The man covered with black lines leaned close to the pot and sniffed it, but there was no peculiar smell. Bai Xianzhi was shocked. How many days had passed, and the contents of the pot should have been rotten long ago, but now he could smell a sticky smell Other than that there is no other smell.

Moreover, this smell is very familiar, which makes Bai Xianzhi suddenly feel nostalgic for his uncle. This pot of food is left over from his uncle's last cooking. If he misses this time, he will never have his uncle's own cooking. Meals are up.

So he stretched out his hand and twisted a piece of cabbage from the pot and put it in his mouth, and then Bai Xianzhi vomited, the kind that almost spit out the overnight meal, he raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and looked at the vegetables in the pot with a complicated expression .

After so many years, his uncle's cooking skills have not changed in the slightest. Even with the blessing of nostalgia, he still can't swallow the things his uncle made with his own hands. Should it be said that he really deserves to be his culinary black hole uncle?

Slowed down, Bai Xianzhi found a door on the side of the kitchen, opened the door, and the warm light was turned on instantly, and two cabbages and a piece of pork were placed in the small boxy room, the cabbage was juicy like just Picked from the field, and the blood on the pork also shows that it is very fresh.

The most important thing is that this boxy hut does not have any air-conditioning, so how did the cabbage and pork stay so fresh in the past half a month?

Bai Xianzhi frowned and thought about this question. At this time, someone outside the door shouted again: "Boss Bai, is Boss Bai here?"

Bai Xianzhi went out, and there was a gray-haired old woman standing at the door, and the old lady took out two cabbages from her vegetable pocket with her eyesight blurred: "Boss Bai, you finally opened the door, this is today's cabbage."

Bai Xianzhi wanted to say no today, but when he saw the patched clothes on Granny's body, he took the cabbage and asked, "How much?"

Grandma was startled, and stared at Bai Xianzhi carefully: "You are not Boss Bai!"

Bai Xianzhi explained it again. Grandma took the food money, lamented the impermanence of life and death, comforted Bai Xianzhi a few more words, and staggered away.

Sending off grandma, Bai Xianzhi put two watery and tender cabbages into the small room. Just as he put the cabbages down, he noticed a white envelope on the ground, picked it up and opened it, and he saw familiar handwriting.

——"Well, uncle left, there is nothing left for you, the only thing I can give you is this small shop.

Our store is very special. The room you found in the letter is the storage room in the store, which can be regarded as half a processing room. No matter what ingredients you buy, you must put them in the small room for a day. It will make the guests satisfied, which is also the secret of my uncle's restaurant!

By the way, no matter what you put in this small room, it will not go bad, and it will keep the freshness of the moment you put it in. It is a very useful thing, and you can make good use of it.

Our shop always opens at [-]:[-] am and closes at [-]:[-] pm for a long time. It is best to follow this time, but you can change the business hours if you want.

After all, uncle and you have been dependent on each other for so many years...

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By the way, uncle forgot to say, there will be some strange customers in our store, so don't be afraid, as long as you cook them with the ingredients that have been stored in the small room for a day, you can send them away.

Come on, uncle has been watching you in another world! "

This is a letter from my uncle, and there are many things explained in it, such as the function of the small room, such as strange guests, Bai Xianzhi is very surprised that there is no air-conditioning in this ordinary small room, and there are no machines. How can there be such a function, let alone how strange the strange guests will be.

But Bai Xianzhi believed in his uncle, and he didn't go into it. This is a small shop left to him by his uncle, and he will do it according to his uncle's suggestion.

His uncle left this letter early, so he should have known about his physical condition long ago. Bai Xianzhi felt uncomfortable, but such emotions disappeared immediately after he opened the only refrigerator in the kitchen.

——The small refrigerator is full of beer, but there is not even a spring onion, and the freezer is full of whipped cream.

These are the things he repeatedly ordered his uncle to eat less!

Closing the door angrily, turning around, Bai Xianzhi's forehead was throbbing with veins, and the big trash can facing the refrigerator was filled with all kinds of takeaway boxes!

Bai Xianzhi took out the garbage and threw it away, thinking angrily in his heart: whoever owns a restaurant still orders takeaway from other restaurants every day, isn't he afraid of ruining his own reputation if he speaks out?