Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

As soon as May entered, people began to ask about zongzi.

Liao Chu glanced at the calendar vigorously, then at Hu Shun, and it was written brightly on his face:

Did you cross over or did I cross over?

"Boss is good at cooking," Hu Shun said with a smile, "When I came last year, the Dragon Boat Festival was over. Besides, I'm leaving at the end of the year. If I don't eat, I may not be able to eat in the future!"

He signed a three-year expatriate contract before, and it has been almost two and a half years now. If all goes well, he will be able to return to the south after another year here.

Several regular customers were a little surprised when they heard it.

"So fast?"

Hu Shun nodded, "Isn't it? When I first came here, I wasn't used to anything, so it's like a year..."

But in retrospect, three years is just a short time.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, most of it is over.

It was rare for Mr. Ji to bring his family to have breakfast today. Hearing this, he interrupted:

"Can I come back after being transferred?"

Everyone echoed, "That's right, come back often!"

I am used to not seeing when I look up and see when I look down, like a neighbor.

Thinking about the possibility of not seeing each other in the future, I feel a little empty in my heart.

Hu Shun thumped the table exaggeratedly, "So, now I'm very entangled!"

Just get used to it and leave, it's too hard!

Let's go, not willing to part with the people and restaurants here;

Don't go, it's been too long since you left home.

Of course he also wants to come back to visit often, but as an office worker, how can he be so comfortable?

It would be nice to come three or two times a year.

Forget it, don't think too much.

"Come early!"

It's normal to eat first.

Today's special breakfast is beef steamed dumplings, there are two kinds of pure meat and chives.

There are two types of congee water: millet porridge and eight-treasure porridge.

Hu Shun ordered eight-treasure porridge.

As the expatriate career entered the countdown, he cherished every meal very much.

When the steamed dumplings and eight-treasure porridge were on the table, I took a photo first for archiving:

"Morning on May [-]rd, sunny, Liao Kee restaurant."

Steamed dumplings are steamed and sold right away.

Liao Chu was standing behind the glass wall, and many diners waiting for their meal gathered around the glass wall to watch.

After watching for a while, someone whispered:

"Do you feel that Boss Liao's speed is getting faster and faster?"

Everyone looked sideways:

Real men can't speak fast!

The person who spoke stared:

Early in the morning, what kind of yellow waste is this!

What are you thinking!

Only then did everyone restrain their minds and concentrate on watching.

Well, don't say it, it really is.

In the past, when Boss Liao was cooking, everyone could still see the steps clearly.

But now, it's as if he's driving at double speed alone, and he can't wait to drag out afterimages with a few fingers.

Before everyone can realize it, a basket of eight large crescent-shaped steamed dumplings is full?

Hey, when did it happen?

Is this the efficiency that normal humans can have?

Three people over there rolled the skins, so that he could make a bag for him alone.

Not to mention the guests, even Hu Hai and the others would lose their eyeballs every time they saw him in full swing.

Doesn't that young man have any competitive heart?

In private, the four of them had longed for it, and secretly pinched each other's watches to time.

And then...the hand cramped.

That's all, we mortals don't compare with hanging.

Someone once took a video and posted it on the Internet, and many netizens shouted that it was unscientific.

"This stepping horse must have been post-processed..."

As a result, several technical experts jumped out on the spot to prove:

"There is no doubt about the original video, there is no trace of post-acceleration."

"Don't struggle, that's Liao Chu, the No. 1 chef in hand speed, losing to him is not wronged."

As soon as this barrage came out, the entire screen was clean for a moment, and then the screen was refreshed explosively:

"I suspect you are driving, and I have solid evidence!"

Over there, after Liao Chu finished making the steamed dumplings, he glanced at Hu Hai and the others:

See clearly?

I will do this from now on.

Hu Hai and others: "..."

Isn't it difficult for children?

Before coming to Liao Kee Restaurant, each of them was outstanding, but after coming here... they are not used to not being hit for a day!

Among other things, it is so unscientific to just grasp the red and white cases at the same time!

After the four young people stared dumbfoundedly at the end of their boss's operation for the first time, they tremblingly asked their souls:

"How did you do it?"

Liao Chu's expression was a little confused:

If you want to do it, you can do it.

He would have done it before there was a system.

Why?

poverty!

Life is short!

He must learn the most things in the shortest time.

Therefore, he feels that the current children have no pursuit.

This is bad.

Liao Chu washed his hands easily and went to see the pudding again.

Or bliss pudding topped with plenty of fruit.

Generally speaking, if you encounter a very special emotional fruit, Liao Chu will either keep it or keep it for his own people.

But Zao Erniang's feelings were too abundant, so she saved up a big pot in just a few days.

The quantity is too much, and the concentration is also ridiculously high.

If ordinary love fruit is used to make desserts, one piece may only serve about two people.

But one small piece of Zaoerniang's happiness fruit is enough to make more than ten puddings.

Too much will choke the throat, and it is easy to lose control of emotions and cause addiction...

Just in time for the recent May Day holiday, the lounge bar next door officially opened, and Liao Chu took advantage of the opportunity to launch a May Day-limited happy pudding.

The daily limit is [-] pieces, and the sales volume is very good.

As soon as he took out the pudding, he saw a father and son walking in the door.

The father laughed when he saw him, "Boss Liao."

It was the father who went all over the street looking for tiaotou cakes during the Spring Festival.

Liao Chu nodded and looked at the young man beside him.

The two of them were about six or seven points alike. They both had thick eyebrows and big eyes. They were both tall and tall. They were very comfortable to look at.

It's just that the young man is a little thinner, and his face seems to be a little less bloody than normal.

"All right?"

Liao Chu asked.

The young man grinned, "Well, it's almost done!"

He looked curiously at this restaurant that he had been in contact with himself every day for the past few months, but he had never been to the restaurant, his young eyes were full of joy.

The heart surgery was a major operation, and coupled with the subsequent massive blood loss, the young man had to lie in bed for two full months before he could get out of bed and walk around with the support of others.

After being discharged from the hospital, the father and son rented a house near the hospital to recuperate and went for regular checkups.

The father would go to Liaoji restaurant every day to buy soup to nourish his son, and over time, he became acquainted with Liao Chu.

As the young man got better every day, he became more and more curious about this restaurant.

Sometimes he couldn't help but think, if he didn't have the head cake that day, would he still be able to persist until he got off the operating table?

After all, even the medical staff said it was a miracle afterwards.

Liao Chu wiped his hands, and went to chat with them as if receiving friends.

"Come here?"

Both fathers were sweating on their foreheads.

The young man nodded, "I walk every day."

The father is a little proud, "He is stubborn, he walks a hundred steps today, and two hundred steps tomorrow, little by little, he really walked over by himself."

After the operation is successful, post-recovery becomes the top priority, and three meals a day are especially important.

Because of the Tiao Tou Cake incident, the father had a bit of a fledgling feeling towards Liao Kee Restaurant, and the house he rented was almost halfway between the hospital and Liao Kee Restaurant.

When the father comes every day, he has long been familiar with the rules here, and now he wants two special breakfasts.

It is also called eight-treasure porridge.

Although it is called eight-treasure porridge, the word "eight" here is actually a bit of a false meaning. The ingredients of eight-treasure porridge sold in the market are often not so precise.

The ingredients are all soaked one night in advance, and the stove is simmered slowly in the early morning. The rice grains of all colors are blooming, and the porridge and water are blended like gelatin.

A good chef will take the initiative to control the ratio of various ingredients, and use their own sweetness to increase the taste without adding sugar later.

Red dates and longan are both sweet, just look at how to add them.

The heat preservation effect of the clay pot is very good, and the eight-treasure porridge is still steaming hot when it is served on the table.

When it gets warmer, it doesn't dissipate heat so quickly.

The young man scooped up a spoonful and blew lightly a few times. When the white steam was not so strong, he tried to put it into his mouth.

Delicate, soft, silky.

There are many beans that seem to be complete, but in fact the inside has already been rotten, and when the tongue is slightly squeezed, they all become mud.

Because there is no added sugar, the sweetness is not heavy.

But you can still clearly distinguish the sweetness of red dates and longan.

Not too sweet.

It really is the best compliment to a sweet tooth.

He let out a breath slowly, watching the white water mist draw a long line in front of him, suddenly he was in a good mood.

After a few spoonfuls of hot porridge, the stomach that had been silent all night stretched out.

It seems that there is a heat, slowly radiating from the internal organs, opening up all the pores.

He picked up another steamed beef dumpling.

The translucent skin, you can vaguely see the dark stuffing inside, dotted with a few touches of bright yellow.

Like the little flowers emerging from the wilderness in early spring, they are delicate.

Make a small slit on the crescent-shaped point first.

Watching the steaming hot air gushing out, revealing a clear soup like a hot spring inside.

There are a few oily flowers floating on the soup, which is quite playful.

Pour the soup into the spoon, oh, it's a big spoonful.

I really don't know how it got wrapped in.

The ingredient "leek" is a bit magical.

Its taste is extremely strong, but it can also enhance freshness.

The young man took two sips, his brows and eyes stretched.

So fragrant, so fresh.

It's almost like a bowl of condensed beef soup.

He even felt that even if there is nothing else, just drinking this soup with rice would be excellent.

The steamed dumplings without the broth quickly shriveled up.

Don't be afraid, dip it in a little vinegar sauce with spicy oil, it will be another taste.

The grandfather and two buried their heads in eating happily.

Occasionally, when they looked at each other, they could see a smile hidden in each other's eyes.

A delicious breakfast is the best way to start the day.

At the end of the meal, the clerk brought up two more cups of pudding.

When the father was surprised, "We didn't order it."

The clerk said with a smile: "Our boss said, old customers benefit."

The father and son looked at each other in blank dismay:

jelly?

Haven't eaten it for years.

But after noticing the envious eyes of other diners, the two of them didn't dare to speak.

Eat, eat quickly!

The young man used to call himself a steel youth, but now he wants to eat this pink and tender pudding, he is always a little awkward.

It's so beautiful.

He admired it for a while, and then carefully dug a spoonful.

How smooth, he thought to himself, like, like eating a cloud.

In fact, he didn't know what the taste of the cloud was, and this idea popped up in his mind out of nowhere.

The strange sweet and sour suddenly popped up, like mushrooms after the rain.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, and the dark eyelids suddenly filled with many spots of light.

Those light spots are getting bigger and bigger, and gradually become a picture:

The scene where he won his first basketball game in high school;

Mom made the Toutou Cake with her own hands, watching him laugh while eating;

When I got the admission letter from the university, my father was crying with joy...

Almost all the good memories in his life have been turned around like a lantern.

The gorgeous pictures of various colors spun crazily, almost turning into a whirlpool, and he couldn't help but immerse himself in it.

Is this a dream?

Or was he hallucinating?

But how good the past was, if, if I didn't grow up, how good would it be?

However, the picture is gradually fading.

He was in a hurry.

don't go...

Mom don't go, I miss you.

There was a soft sobbing sound, like a thunderclap, shaking those pictures.

He opened his eyes and found that his father had covered his face at some point.

The happiness of the past disappeared in an instant, and the lively atmosphere in the store came again.

It was as if an invisible big hand dragged him back from the whirlpool.

It's a realistic texture.

He touched the table lightly, feeling lost.

No, you shouldn't be disappointed.

I'm still alive to sit here and savor it slowly.

very nice.

He quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, and patted his father on the shoulder like an adult.

Will be fine.

Mom is also watching from the sky, right?