Cooking

"If the old people are gone, will there be no business?" Bu Wei slowly turned his head, his eyes gliding over everyone's faces, his eyes were deep but emotionless.

"Oh!" Buroni yelled, "The eel is ready, hurry up, and be careful of overcooking."

As he spoke, he picked up the colander and scooped it up from the bottom of the pot, and handed it to everyone one by one, asking them to pick up the dark gray meal section.

The eel itself had a fishy smell, but it tasted very refreshing when wrapped in a strong spicy taste. When he handed the spoon to Li Xiangrong, he was slightly taken aback and shook his head.

Buroni did not remove the spoon, but looked at him suspiciously, "Hurry up and pick it up."

Li Xiangrong pointed to the bowl half full of tofu and lotus root, and said vaguely, "Give it to Adong, I won't eat that."

A Dong scrambled to take away the eel, and said while eating, "A Rong, you seem to be eating vegetarian dishes today."

Li Xiangrong hummed and buried his head in eating.

A Dong picked up his wine glass and touched A Rong's glass lightly, and said mysteriously, "Insider news, there is a big deal." Seeing that Li Xiangrong was not very interested, he simply confessed, "Today, there is an old man who is going to a funeral. The bosses are gone."

Is it bad news?Does it have anything to do with us?Li Xiangrong blinked, and he deliberately stared at Buroni for a few seconds, nothing unusual.

A Dong sighed in disbelief at his dull look, "Didn't you listen to what the big boss said just now? If the old people are gone..."

Ah Rong still didn't quite understand, but Tao Xingming on the other side pushed him, "Eat the vegetables, don't talk about it."

Feng Yifan raised his glass to the always taciturn He Zhishan and said, "Brother, brother, I really admire you. I have nothing to say about your craftsmanship and character. I will ask you to take care of me in the future. In short, I wish you a bright future and good luck in everything." !” After speaking, he downed a full glass of beer in one gulp.

He Zhishan drank his toast with a wry smile, Feng Yifan's words were mixed up and down, it seemed to be a sarcasm and a blessing, he looked weird and out of place.

But Bu Wei took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for him, and said earnestly, "Zhi Shan, I watched you grow up, I see your hard work in my eyes and remember it in my heart, keep working hard! Go and come back with a national award!"

He Zhishan said respectfully, "Yes!"

The hot pot that night was the most hearty meal Li Xiangrong had since he entered Bu's house. There were no rules or evaluations. Although there were some undercurrents and turbulence, it didn't affect his interest. He later learned that it was not a happy day, but Bu Langni arranged it. This plebeian party really made everyone happy.

Late at night, when the dew was heavy, everyone got up and went home staggeringly. Buroni and Li Xiangrong, who drank the least, stood on the side of the street, called a taxi, pushed them in one by one, told the driver where to go, paid the fare in advance, and returned Anton, who was sober, was responsible for sending the two elderly people home, and finally the two walked back slowly along the street.

"It's the third time we've walked this way," Buroni said, looking at the sky. The indigo night was illuminated by street lights, like his eyes that were hesitant to speak.

"What do you want to say?" Li Xiangrong asked in a ghostly manner.

Buroni stopped and looked at him, "I was thinking, will there be a next time? Will there be a next time?"

Li Xiangrong's eyes widened in surprise, "What do you mean? You?"

Some vague impulses flashed in his mind, and some inexplicable emotions fermented in his chest. He vaguely felt that this atmosphere was not unfamiliar, it was called ambiguous, and he could advance or retreat.

He wanted to reach out and grab something, but Buroni picked up the book bag he was holding in his arms first, glanced at it and said, "Oh, it's so heavy, it's all for exams?"

"Well," Li Xiangrong replied as he welcomed the gentle night breeze with empty arms, "I want to pass the intermediate level before the end of the year."

Bu Langni nodded and said, "Very good, maybe Brother He will ask you to be his assistant when he goes to the capital."

Li Xiangrong said, "Sister Bai is about to give birth by then. If he needs an assistant, will he bring someone else?"

"Others?" Buroni looked at him with a half-smile, "Maybe only you are willing to be someone else's assistant."

"Have you ever thought that if he leaves, your status will be even more important?"

Li Xiangrong smiled, "If he doesn't leave, my status can become more important, which is my real ability."

Buroni finally smiled easily, and even his voice was full of joy, "You are very good, Li Xiangrong. I think it is very good that you can persevere in the cold eyes of everyone and take the initiative to grab the opportunity to perform."

"Persistence is just because I don't want to leave, and I took the initiative—" Li Xiangrong smiled embarrassedly, "That's my willfulness."

"Integrating into any group is very difficult. When I was in high school, I couldn't get my classmates to accept me, play and compete with me," Buroni said in a nostalgic tone, "It was very tormenting at the time. Looking back on the past three years, I am very impressed now, I know what it feels like to be excluded by others, so I couldn’t help you before.”

"What's the use of this?" Li Xiangrong said straightforwardly, "I've always been very fortunate to know you, and now I can have a job in the Bu family. If my father was still there, I might go home unhappy and hold out my hand. It doesn’t matter whether you ask him for money or go to school to work, I always rely on my family.”

"But it's not right now. Although grandpa and the others have a good life, I am the man in the family after all. I also have a very sensible sister. She is much smarter and more capable than me in her studies. In a few years, the old man must get a good education." I can’t even be inferior to my sister.” Li Xiangrong also looked up at the night sky, “From the day my father passed away, I told myself that I have grown up and I have to take on a lot of responsibilities. Don’t be afraid. Live bravely and let everyone live happily.”

"And as you said, to integrate into a group, you must first be like others. Compared with them, I am too inferior. Of course, I am not qualified to be on an equal footing with everyone. Only when I continue to work hard to reach the same height can I be recognized and respected." Accept, I'm already a very lucky person, how can I squander my luck casually?" Li Xiangrong's demeanor when speaking softly was quite different from usual, it seemed that the night made him more mature and stable, and his childishness was worn away a little bit. Not smart but diligent enough, not decisive but enlightened enough, he is not the kind of kid that everyone loves, but a young man who feels that he is getting better and better after getting along for a long time.

He understands those who exclude him, he knows his shortcomings and can correct them, and of course he makes mistakes, and he will sincerely admit them.Buroni has come into contact with his family. Such a simple and enthusiastic family has raised well-mannered children. It is great to have such a friend.

The author has something to say: Peach Crisp with a lot of walnuts~The oven is necessary~~~

If it is said that Arong has always been meek and vacillating, and Buroni is selfish, arrogant and rude, really put yourself in their shoes and think about the current living conditions of their families... In fact, they are all very hardworking people, working hard Go forward and try to get to know yourself and others.

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55, 6 (inverted V)...

6.

It's an old saying that a butterfly's wings can cause a hurricane, everyone has heard it, and no one takes it seriously.

Holding a red and gold-plated invitation card, Bruni ran to his father's study with an excited expression, and rushed in without knocking on the door.

Bu Wei stood in front of the window with his back to him, the sun was shining outside, and the water in the pool was rippling.The grass blades in the courtyard are dyed yellow, while the cedar and cycad trees are still green.

"What the hell is this?! Why did you tell us to go?" Buroni threw the invitation on the desk behind his father and asked loudly.

Bu Wei didn't look back, and said calmly, "It's just an official entertainment, don't get excited."

"The theme of the meeting is obvious!" Buroni shouted angrily and hoarse, "Dad! This is ridiculous!"

Bu Wei turned around slowly, and pushed a kraft paper envelope on the edge of the table towards him. Bu Lang Ni pulled out the paper suspiciously, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Father..." He swallowed hard and said, "I never thought of this...how come this!"

That was the title deed of the Bu family—more precisely, the certificate of ownership of the land for business use.

The certificate has been changed several times, but the content remains the same, from 1982 to 2012, with a period of 30 years.

"I thought this was our home, the ancestral land of the Bu family..." Buroni said dryly, his fingers turning white.

"Yes," Bu Wei calmly packed up the certificates, and said gently to his son, "but the property rights of this land do not belong to us..."

"Public ownership of land, you dozed off in class," Bu Wei even tapped his son on the forehead, and said with a smile, "We just need to complete the procedures for changing the certificate quickly...and prepare some money."

"Father, I heard from my mother." Bruni tried to calm down, and stood beside her father and looked at the courtyard together, "When she and you first arrived home, they thought they had come to the legendary Eastern Palace, although it was a dilapidated courtyard. , but she saw the bustling smoke amidst the ruins. She wants to rebuild with you..."

"I never told you what kind of era it was before I went abroad," Bu Wei lit a cigarette, "In short, your grandma is really not easy, your grandpa died in prison, she took me and Lu Yongzang spent 10 years in the countryside. At that time, the Bu family no longer belonged to us... until we were able to return to the city, she finally regained contact with an old friend in Hong Kong. The first thing she did was to send me abroad. I was always in poor health when I was a child, and I often would rather be hungry than eat. You never think, our food," he couldn't help laughing, with light spots dancing on his slightly gray hair, "anything that can be stuffed into the mouth It's food."

"What happened next?" Buroni couldn't help asking.

"Later, I met your mother in France. Your grandma wrote to me and said that it is okay to stay outside. She even has deposits in foreign banks that have been dusty for many years and gave them to me. But your mother said that she would go back to China with me. "Bu Wei's smile is full of nostalgia, "The situation is much better than we imagined, at least we have personal freedom, although there are still people spying and monitoring, but at least there is no detention and struggle, hey, you don't know

What a struggle! "

Bu Wei gently embraced his son's shoulders, "At the last moment when your grandma was seriously ill, I took out all the dollars and finally redeemed the property of the Bu family, and lied to her that everything was over, and our Bu family was still alive. I will return to my previous life..."

"But, only 30 years?" Buroni took a deep breath, "Our home actually only belongs to us for 30 years?!"

Bu Wei stretched out his arms and pointed at the pavilions, "Nearly 50 mu, more than 3 square meters of land! It used to be considered a remote area on the outskirts of the city, but now it is a bustling area of ​​the city!" He looked at his son's young face with a wry smile. , lips trembling uncontrollably.

"Secretary Li is dead." Bu Langni's eyes were clear.

"Yes, we have lost one of our most powerful protectors." Bu Wei finished softly, "To keep our home, we can only rely on ourselves."

Buroni and his father wore dark formal attire to attend the party written on the invitation card. It was a glamorous segment of the camera full of flowers and applause led by the superiors. Buroni did not remember the writing on the blood-red banner, no I remember the haughty face behind the long desk, and I don't remember what was said in the microphone——

He suddenly remembered from his seat that Li Xiangrong said that the community where the stewed meat shop was located was going to be demolished.

He imagined with great interest that there was a large circle drawn under the copper ring of the black wooden gate, inside which was the word "Demolition" in bright red, and he burst out laughing.

This area is elegant and suitable for the survival of a high-end restaurant like Bu's. As for who owns and runs it, it doesn't matter if it is the Bu's family or not.

Bruni began to distract himself again, and searched for messy information from his memory storage of lectures and lectures—a well-known company called "Oriental Magic Water" was forcibly sold by the local yamen. He was also accused of...

He shook his hair and wanted to throw that dusty old business case out of his mind. This kind of association made people feel depressed, but a certain senior person who was speaking noticed his frowning and shaking his head, and temporarily stopped the presentation manuscript, staring sharply. he.

"For development...for enhancement...we want...we should..." Buroni thought to himself who is you?

Bu Wei patted his son's hand lightly, motioning him to look at the acquaintances who were also sitting behind the long table.

"Mr. Xu, a returned overseas Chinese, a rich man," Bu Wei said softly, "In just half a year, he has invested in several companies in the high-tech zone, and has reached out to the city..."

"He can buy shopping malls and amusement parks, schools and nightclubs..." Buroni said coldly.

"He wants to buy a restaurant." Bu Wei sighed leisurely.

"And then?" Buroni pursed his lips tightly, and the smell of iron spread in his mouth.

Bu Wei spread her palms with a wry smile, "Then, we have to keep our home."

The sudden crisis is so absurd, it is not like a paradox that would arise from the logic of a normal world: the Bu family does not belong to the Bu family, this is a fundamental mistake.

And we don't know anything about this error, and we don't know what to do.

Bu Langni wanted to complain about why his father didn't make plans earlier, Bu Wei smiled bitterly and said son, you live in this environment, tell me how I can plan?

The historical reasons are almost absurd, and the official considerations are even more outrageous. Each of us is a controlled individual. Who are you talking about freedom?

what can you believeWhat else can you believe?In the face of absolute power, you are nothing and have nothing.

"How to solve it? Money?" Buroni gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"The problem that can be solved with money is not a problem," Bu Wei said jokingly, "From a business point of view, Mr. Xu is already a hot investor now. Who doesn't like a boy who gives money? The more he buys, the more money he buys." The more expensive they are, the happier they are; from a personal point of view, this person finally had the last laugh after years of fighting with Secretary Li, if we were said to be legitimate sons before, now it’s like a dead mother and a stepmother.”

The word "stepmother" made Lonnie think of Snow White and Cinderella. He hesitated and said, "Mr. ?”

At the reception after the long speech, Mr. Xu came over to toast Buwei very reservedly, and sincerely expressed his praise and admiration for the food culture of Bujia.

Bruni asked impatiently, "How much money have you prepared?"

Mr. Xu said embarrassingly, "I don't dare to have any unreasonable thoughts about the Bu family. I just think it's a pity that the Bu family is located in the southwest."

"Lijia, which is known as the family of imperial chefs, has opened chain stores in New York and London long ago! But Bujia, which is known as the pinnacle of Chinese food art, only has a place in Rongcheng, and it doesn't even have the number one 'famous restaurant' awarded by the state," Mr. Xu said. The face is sincere, and the corners of the eyes are full of vicissitudes of life. "I like Bu's food very much. Half a year ago, I asked if we could bring Bu's food to the United States. Mr. Bu refused. I am really sorry."

Bu Wei took a sip of the red wine slowly. In front of his tall and straight body, Mr. Xu looked very thin and old, but the blush on the other party's face had a very fanatical feeling.

Bu Wei felt very uncomfortable, and looked away, "The Bu family is not a state-owned enterprise, and its property rights are not subject to official control. Regarding the issue of the operating time limit, I know you have thoroughly studied the Bu family, but our economic behavior is everything. It is legal, as long as you go through the relevant procedures within the stipulated time, you should not interfere."

Mr. Xu pretended to be very surprised and said, "Oh, I just want the Bu family to flourish. This should be supported by everyone."

"Since the fish meat incident, the Bu family has been in a downturn, and the current business is trying to maintain it... I also saw the report on the scholar's gathering a few days ago, but..." Mr. Xu did not The corners of his lips curled maliciously, "I personally think that the news of my investment in Bu's family should get more attention than that banquet."

"Oh, it's not uncommon to buy and sell by force, but what the Bu family sells is craftsmanship," Bu Wei smiled calmly, "We don't want to speculate, so don't waste wine."

"Mr. Bu, don't talk so hard. Craftsmanship is also a human's craft, and as long as it is a human being, there must be a price," Mr. Xu said equally calmly, "As far as I know, Mr. Bu, have you Artisanal."

The author has something to say: welcome to catch bugs

Grilled Corn and Grilled Chicken Wings

ps: Cooking is just my personal hobby~ I don’t have any relevant background~~~

The keyboard of the cup was broken yesterday, and I couldn’t get used to it when I got a new one. I always typed the wrong words--I am really old...

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56, 7 (inverted V)...

7.

Li Xiangrong was sitting in the yard with his newly purchased exercise book and was fascinated by it. In the past few days, there were still no large-scale banquets, and the work in the kitchen was almost idle. After the game, He Zhishan gradually reduced his work of cooking. The big dishes and the cold dishes partly fell to Anton and Li Xiangrong, which was a handover process for the Bu family.

In general restaurant management, cold dishes, hot dishes, pasta, barbecue, soup, and staple food all have their own professional chefs to operate. The division of labor is as clear as a surgeon. The whole banquet is like an assembly line operation, and the management method of Bujia It stays in the last century, and the young apprentices grow up slowly, and they have to learn everything, from cooking to cutting, from cold dishes to hot dishes. Come at your fingertips.Chefs trained in this way will have a longer apprenticeship period and undergo more training. The older they are, the more they will have the spirit of mastery, and the perception of cooking skills will surpass the pursuit of skills, because the training they receive is too complicated , To a certain extent, it also curbs the spirit of innovation, and is accustomed to sticking to the rules and losing the ability to perceive new things outside.

The recipes of the Bu family are too complicated, and the secret recipes collected by the Bu family are even more numerous, which is enough to make the chefs indulge in them with admiration and yearning.

Of course, Li Xiangrong is not qualified to read the secret recipe. He read the reference books and felt that there was too much to learn. Taking the chef's research as an example, there are five levels of Chinese cooks, namely: elementary (level five of the national vocational qualification), Intermediate (National Vocational Qualification Level [-]), Advanced (National Vocational Qualification Level [-]), Technician (National Vocational Qualification Level [-]), Senior Technician (National Vocational Qualification Level [-]),

In terms of Chef Lu Yong's qualifications and craftsmanship, he is definitely no less than any holder of a first-level professional qualification certificate, but the old man has never taken the test, and even if he takes the test, he is not as good as the test questions about sub-solidification and esterification. The scores in physical and chemical basic knowledge such as oxidation, modern management knowledge, and diet psychology are not very good.

The Bu family didn't pay much attention to the chef's grade examination until after the inspection by the health supervision department in the past few years. To become an official chef, at least a primary certificate is required, and the chefs of the Bu family have at most an intermediate certificate.He Zhishan was able to participate in the competition, but fortunately he still had an intermediate certificate.

Suddenly the sunlight in front of him was blocked, and the book in his hand was taken away. Li Xiangrong looked up, and Buroni was looking down at him, only a pair of green eyes shining on the backlit face.

"I'll test you," Buroni flipped the pages of the book, "Among the following fish, the mucus needs to be removed: A bass B eel C large yellow croaker D crucian carp, which one do you choose?"

Li Xiangrong shook his head blankly.

Buroni turned another page, "The jelly for making hibiscus fish fillets is A hard jelly B soft jelly C tender jelly D soup paste jelly." He rolled the book into a tube and tapped it Arong's head.

Ah Rong still shook his head, and said sadly, "I haven't seen it yet."

Buroni sat down next to him, rubbing his chin against the edge of the bookcase, "Memorizing theories will become a thing of the past."

, what do you do in practice? "

"The rise of high-end raw materials, shark's fin and bird's nest is okay. You have no problem with knife skills, but you said you can't kill animals when you disassemble them in separate files."

Li Xiangrong raised his hand to cover his face in distress, "I heard that there is a culinary school in Guangdong that has a special training course for vegetarian chefs, but I'm not sure whether the certificates obtained are issued by the Ministry of Social Labor and Social Security."

Bruni pushed him with a smile, took out a few sticky notes from his pocket and handed them to him.

"Here is the contact information. I have inquired for you. It happens that there will be a special training class after November. The semester will be three months. Come back with a vegetarian certificate."

Li Xiangrong pinched the paper and looked at it, and asked suspiciously, "Then what about my work?"

"I'll let you go on vacation, and I'll subsidize your tuition and boarding fees," Buroni looked at him gently, the sun had cast a halo on his dark brown curly hair, and even his smile had a mysterious charm, "You three The monthly salary is paid as usual, just treat it as my investment in cultivating talents, and you just wait to come back and be exploited to death by me."

Ah Rong just stared at him blankly, which means that Buroni has completely regarded himself as a friend, or is there something else...

Buroni threw the book back into his arms, "The recent business is not very good, and there are enough manpower. You are in a hurry. In the past, the brothers and the others were in a hurry to do research. It took a day or two. Time is also tight, but after all, they can take the exam in this city, so it's more troublesome for you."

"But it's worth it!" Buroni said deliberately in a high-pitched tone, raising his chin, and the golden-red sunlight coated his profile with a layer of metallic luster, giving him a sense of firmness and composure. "I'm telling you the truth, and you don't want to mention it to others. If Tao Xingming takes over He Zhishan's job, I want you to specialize in vegetarian food. I think dishes like shark's fin and bird's nest will slowly become popular in the future. Retiring from the era is like humping a bear's paw, so you must work harder."

Li Xiangrong carefully put the note in his pocket, belatedly showing a happy smile, even his tone of voice was out of shape, he turned sideways and almost threw himself on Buroni, and kept shouting, "You are so kind, thanks, thanks!"

Buroni put his arms around his shoulders and said absently, "You're welcome, go get ready, get ready to go in two days, I'll prepare the fee for you tomorrow, and you can come to my house to pick it up." He patted his stomach and said, "I'm a little hungry, get me something to eat."

Li Xiangrong jumped up happily and said, "Okay! There is no one in the kitchen right now."

Bu Langni thought sadly, the reserved banquet was only lined up until eleventh, and since he could remember, the Bu family had never been so depressed.

This is not a food safety incident. According to the traditional thinking of Chinese people, it is not so much a crisis as a harbinger of some kind of change. Our lives are often beyond our control, and the actual control party is fickle and difficult. To please, like a melancholy and greedy widow in menopause.

Buroni tried his best to drive these bad thoughts out of his mind, so he stared more intently at Li Xiangrong who was already standing in front of the stove.

He asked with a grin, "Lonnie, what would you like to eat?"

Bruni looked at the time and it happened to be 03:30. In fact, if you want to eat, go to my mother’s shop for the best afternoon tea snacks. Looking around, there are only the two of them in this huge kitchen, and the bright sunlight illuminates the stainless steel appliances. Grim image.

Li Xiangrong flipped through his work log. The first page should be the banquet menu for tonight. It was just a dinner for six people, and the materials were simple and light. From the perspective of cost accounting and price, today's business was a loss again.

Li Xiangrong said with a smile, "How many vegetarian dishes are there in tonight's menu? How about I make them first for you to try? In the evening, Senior Brother He and Senior Brother Tao will be in charge." After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Arong began to call He Zhishan Tao Xingming Senior brother, this does not mean that he has entered Lu Yong's sect, but he is brazen and wants to express his heart. This kind of brazen behavior makes him feel awkward and ashamed, but it is insignificant in the eyes of others. The awkwardness is his The immature, shame is a rare innocence.

Buroni hummed, and leaned against the door frame with his arms folded to watch him move.

It coincided with the corner of Manshuyuan in the memory for a moment, and it was only a month later. Has the mind of the two of them changed a lot?

In the past, I only thought that Ah Rong must be loyal to me, but now, I hope that he can slightly avoid those possible shocks, hide him, send him to a distant place, and help him get more things, even with a grandiose way. Hope guides him, drives him with acts of grace, confuses him with the name of friendship.

Li Xiangrong took a large piece of yam. The whole body of the yam was yellow and black, like the sole of a human foot. Arong scrubbed it carefully with gloves on, cut it into large pieces and threw it into the steamer. He turned on a low heat and put some melon seeds in the pan Stir-fry the kernels and black and white sesame seeds, fry them slightly and let them cool down. Find out the tangerines and candied dates, cut them into small cubes, add red bean paste and stir together to make the filling.

The cooked yam was mashed into mud, and some glutinous rice flour was poured in. Li Xiangrong made small doses with his hands, rolled them with palms together, and pressed with his thumbs, wrapping the nuts and preserved fruit fillings like making glutinous rice balls. Knead into small balls.

Put peanut oil in the frying pan and cook until it is half-baked, put in the yam balls and slowly turn over a low heat until they show a pinkish white color and gradually expand, and then take them out after they are shaped.

In addition, the syrup of white sugar and honey was burned in a pot, a little sweet-scented osmanthus was added, and evenly poured on the yam balls, like huge pearls flowing with gold.

Li Xiangrong held the plate in both hands, and handed it to Buroni with a smile, "Honey yam balls are just snacks, not a big dish."

Buroni made a gesture to pinch it with his fingers, but when he was about to touch it, Arong exclaimed, "It's very hot, be careful!"

Buroni gave him a sideways glance, lazily found a pair of chopsticks, picked up one and looked at it carefully, "This yam is a kind of medicinal food, do you know?"

A Rong laughed, "According to the "Compendium of Materia Medica" records: Tonic deficiency wins, eliminates cold and heat evil, nourishes the middle and replenishes qi, builds muscles, strengthens yin...hehe."

Buroni said in surprise, "Not bad, you've been working hard recently."

Li Xiangrong put down the plate, his round eyes were full of joy, "Master said that we should read more ancient books...I went to the library to get a library card."

Buroni didn't realize who the master he was talking about was. He chewed the delicate yam ball carefully. Its smooth and soft taste, sweet and fragrant taste made people feel joy and satisfaction from the bottom of their hearts.

"It's delicious." He praised sincerely, stared into Li Xiangrong's eyes and said in a very serious tone, "When you come back from Yangcheng, I believe your craftsmanship will definitely improve. Maybe the training over there is very helpful. It is not difficult for you, what is important is a certificate, but as long as you can get in touch with other chefs, in other environments, I believe you will be able to gain more.”

"I'm not going to waste this great opportunity," Ah Rong replied with a grin, pure joy on his face.

The author has something to say: Poor Xiaobu who wants to protect others as much as possible, poor ignorant and stupid Xiaoli

Baking is also purely a personal hobby~

Chocolate Cashew Dolls: Bitter Bitter

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57, 8 (inverted V)...

8.

Just after the National Day, Li Xiangrong arrived in Yangcheng with simple luggage on his back. The climate there was still in summer, which made Ah Rong, who had already put on autumn clothes, not used to it. It feels fresh.

Bruni received a call from him saying that everything was going well, that he had already moved into the school, and that classes would start on Monday, and she asked him a few words of concern to calm down.

It's like being in a whirlpool, feeling how helpless you are under the huge external force. The business of the Bu family is like a bucket that suddenly leaks.

A high-end restaurant like Bu's is of course not affordable for anyone who wants to eat. Besides, for more than ten years, it has put the airs too high, taking taste and style as the biggest capital, and the foundation of this arrogance is so fragile .

In the Southern Special Zone in the early 90s of the last century, someone launched the "golden banquet", which was to sprinkle gold leaf on the dishes to show the aura of wealth and wealth. It is said that more than 100 seats of the banquet could be sold in a month at that time.

In the era when the general public just knew what wealth was, and a few people could already enjoy luxury because of opportunities and privileges, such extravagant behavior was undoubtedly attracted the attention and envy of the world, but most of the people who flaunted their wealth in this way were nouveau riche , The understanding of money is still in possession and squandering, they want to show wealth through waste, and show off their ability with extravagance.

Inland, Bujia opts for understated luxury for someone more special.When Bu Wei returned to China in the early 80s to redeem the courtyard, he just wanted to let his mother, who had suffered for the rest of his life, feel at ease. Although he did not have a formal job at that time, he was the first person who went abroad to study and returned to China after the reform and opening up of China. The relevant departments are keeping a close eye on him, and they will not hesitate to give him a suitable job in a public institution.At that time, Lu Yong learned all the essence of Bu's cuisine from his mistress since he was a child, but after returning to the city, he couldn't find the opportunity to work in a state-run hotel, so he had to work in various small restaurants to live. When Bu Wei came back, he said In any case, I hope to continue to carry forward Bujia cuisine. Buwei and Fanni finally made up their minds to re-prosper Bujia cuisine, also out of nostalgia for history.

However, selling shark fin and bird's nest-based dishes in such a city in an era of change is almost a dream. The annual income of an ordinary family may not be able to afford the lowest banquet at Bu's family. Bu Wei tried his best to restore his own courtyard. After that, I can only worry about flipping through the recipes.

The opportunity came from an accident. In the mid-80s, there was a particularly cold winter. A lion from Africa froze to death in a city zoo with poor facilities. After the zoo staff made an autopsy analysis, they decided that the way to dispose of the corpse was to eat it. !And use a sufficiently cunning way to dedicate such a supreme delicacy to the powerful yamen people to taste.

But wouldn't lion meat be too wasteful if it was cooked like home-cooked braised pork?A breeder happened to be a neighbor of the Bu family. He knew a little about the origin of the Bu family, so he secretly found Bu Wei and asked him to use noble enough skills to treat the king of beasts.

How could the folks have a way of cooking lions?Fortunately, the Bu family dug up the most precious secret recipe long ago and preserved it very well. It really has the technique of cooking lion meat in the ancient palace chef.

The lion died appropriately, and the status of the five internal organs temple where it was buried is naturally unusual. In short, the Bu family has been under the care of the superiors since then. Official banquets, entertaining foreign guests, official meetings, and celebrity gatherings, the Bu family has become a luxury that is circulated in the private domain. For restaurants, just a small-scale spread can make a lot of money.

Is this the tragedy of history or the misfortune of society?

It wasn't until the mid-to-late 90s that more people became rich, and the ancient families that had been covered in dust and smoke for many years gradually lifted the veil of forbearance, revealing a noble and graceful demeanor, frankly demanding enough enjoyment to match their status, and the business focus of the Bu family was slightly different. With the deviation, it has gradually returned to its position in the catering industry decades ago, but the foundation that has always supported the Bu family is still the unshakable official banquets.

Rongcheng is also a place where the competition in the catering industry is extremely cruel. The ancestors living here have regarded the delicious food as their great wish, even the highest pursuit in life. There is even a restaurant with a big book on the wall, "Human beings are immortal, and food is endless." , Long Live Sichuan Cuisine, Long Live the Restaurant!” banner, full of wine and food, sweet and delicious food is simply the pinnacle of happiness.

In such an environment, the Bu family can only thrive if they firmly grasp the people who are the most able to eat and have the capital to eat.