Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

Early in the morning, Ji Peng dragged a man in his 40s to Liao Kee restaurant, and said firmly:

"Dad, believe me, it's really delicious!"

He is really trying to fulfill his promise of "helping publicity".

Papa Ji looked at the small shop in front of him, doubts written all over his face:

I was on a business trip for half a month, and finally came back. What you mean by filial piety is eating at a roadside shop?

Can this be delicious?

"When did I ever lie to you!" Ji Peng tutted.

As soon as the words were finished, Ji's father narrowed his eyes slightly, with a familiar expression of settling old scores.

Ji Peng immediately changed the subject and shouted to Liao Chu inside:

"Boss, what's for breakfast today?"

Papa Ji: "..."

Brat, you dragged me over to eat without even understanding what they sell?

But it was rare for his son to show filial piety, so he couldn't refuse, so he dawdled in and sized him up with critical eyes.

Well, although the store is a bit small, it is quite clean.

There are [-] or [-] tables in the store, and behind the counter on the right is a semi-open kitchen. Customers can directly see the food cooking process, so they feel at ease.

Even the chili oil basin next to it was polished to a bright spot, and he saw his own clear reflection as soon as he lowered his head.

Well, first impressions are okay.

"In the morning, there are steamed buns and potato shredded pancakes, and they are served with white porridge." Considering the lessons learned before, Liao Chu immediately suggested, "You can try both staple foods."

The longer the meat broth is cooked, the more mellow it will be, and it will be easy to operate after it is on the right track, and it will not take too much time.

If the response continues to be good, it can be used as a long-term fixed menu.

While speaking, Liao Chu took out four fragrant white steamed buns from a small clay stove, cut them open quickly and stuffed them with a lot of rotten roast meat, and finally poured a little thick soup into them.

The moment the blade was inserted into the white steamed bun, there was a crackling sound accompanied by the cracking of the steamed bun shell, and the rich aroma of wheat mixed with the heat dispersed, arousing people's most primitive and ancient desires.

There was already a little girl waiting eagerly under the counter, rubbing her little hands and swallowing her saliva, and there was a faint gurgling sound from her little belly.

Eat meat!

Ji Peng felt itchy, and went up to touch his braid, but Guoguo avoided him.

The boy was hurt all over his face, "Don't you recognize brother?"

Guoguo stood on tiptoe and took the plate of steamed buns from Liao Chu's hand, and looked at him vigilantly, "Uncle said, don't be touched casually."

Papa Ji laughed, but he became interested, "Yes, that's it."

The boss is not very old, and he is quite good at teaching children.

Liao Chu brought the warm white rice porridge in advance to the little girl, "Eat it."

"Thank you, Uncle." Guoguo thanked earnestly, scooped a spoonful of porridge with her chubby little hands, blew carefully before pursing her small mouth to drink.

Ah woo, drink well!

Maybe it was because the porridge was too fragrant, or maybe it was because the child was eating too much, but Ji's father suddenly felt hungry.

"Then have a steamed bun and potato shredded pancake, and two bowls of porridge."

Just white porridge.

He has a huge fortune, and he has eaten all kinds of delicacies from all over the world in these years. He naturally understands that the simpler the dishes, the better the chef's skills.

"At least four!" Ji Peng said decisively.

Ji's father looked at his son, feeling a little apprehensive.

This kid doesn't even trust his father that much!

After a while, the steamed bun and white porridge were served first.

Papa Ji stirred the porridge first, "Is this northeast rice?"

Liao Chu nodded, "The best Wuchang rice."

There is a flood of Wuchang rice on the market, but the quality is uneven, and many of them are fake.

And even if it is true, Wuchang rice can be divided into three, six, and nine grades.

In the past few years as a chef, Liao Chu has met many suppliers from all over the world. Although he works alone now, the friendship is still maintained.Even if the quantity used is not as large as before, everyone is willing to provide him with first-hand ingredients of the best quality.

Ji's father has eaten all over the world, and he has a very good tongue. As soon as he ate it, he knew that Liao Chu was not lying.

The rice has been boiled for a long time, the porridge and water are inseparable, and the rich rice fat fills every corner of the mouth. It is mellow and thick, and it is the most original delicacy.

The lips, teeth, stomach wall, and internal organs are all called Shu Tan.

A bowl of the simplest white rice porridge is enough.

Any embellishment is superfluous.

"Satisfaction value 5".

Liao Chu felt more and more that this so-called system was a bit interesting. Through it, he really had a deeper understanding of diners:

The world is big, and everyone's pursuit is indeed different.

It's like this middle-aged man, neither the environment nor the appearance of the food can make his evaluation fluctuate in the slightest, but a bowl of plain porridge gave him 5 points directly.

The rice is good, but the skill of the porridge cooker is rare, and the combination of the two is so good.

Papa Ji nodded, and picked up the steamed bun again to bite.

Probably because of the addition of the owner's own innovation, it is not the same as the Roujiamo he has eaten in other places before, but the aroma of meat mixed with the aroma of wheat is rolling in, so he really can't fault it.

With one bite, the shell of the warm white bun shattered, revealing the soft and delicate dough inside.

The wheat is very fragrant, and the bun is chewy, forming a double texture with the fresh and tender meat.

The juice of the roasted pork permeates slowly, salty, sweet and mellow, and every bite is not empty.

Ji Peng killed a steamed bun in two mouthfuls, Hululu drank half a bowl of porridge, and said with a smile:

"How about dad, didn't you lie to me?"

With a restaurant like this right under your nose, what kind of housekeepers are you hiring? The ingredients are shoddy, and they even make fake accounts!

Ji's father didn't speak, but silently took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his wife and young son:

"Come to Liao Kee Restaurant outside the community for breakfast."

Really surprised.

After a while, the shredded potato rolls came to the table.

Ji Peng wowed, "This looks amazing."

Ji's father felt that his son had a good eye after a long absence.

The potato shredded roll is not the kind of burrito he has eaten before, but a skin made of prepared batter, with hot and sour potato shreds inside.

Eggs, shredded ham, shredded carrots and chopped green onions are added to the batter. The colors are very beautiful, and they can also provide rich vitamins and fibers.

The taste of the hot and sour potato shreds inside is not strong, but the aftertaste is long, the more you chew, the more fragrant, the more appetizing you are, and it wakes up the taste buds that have not been opened in the morning.

The battered dough is extremely soft and glutinous, which complements the crispy potato shreds inside. There are two kinds of taste in one bite...

What is vinegar for shredded potatoes?

Shanxi vinegar?

Zhenjiang vinegar?

Baoning vinegar?

It seems a bit alike, and it doesn't seem to be alike.

While Ji's father was silently grading in his heart, he saw a young girl dressed in white collar running in, "Chef Liao, what are you having for breakfast this morning?"

Liao Chu was stunned for a moment, as if some fragments deep in his memory were slowly waking up.

Although only half a year has passed, many things have happened in the middle, and it feels like a world away.

It's been a long time since anyone called themselves that.

Seeing his reaction, Chi Jiajia knew that she had found the right person, and she couldn't help but become more curious, "Why don't you work in the old restaurant?"

Yesterday she felt that Liao Chu had a good face, as if she had seen it somewhere before, and then she saw a magazine on the road and suddenly realized:

He has been interviewed for several food columns!

Old Taste Restaurant is one of the top restaurants in the country, and it ranks at the top of the food rankings every year. Liao Chu can become the youngest executive chef in his family's history, which can be said to have a bright future!

Even if you want to do it yourself, it's better to go to a first-tier big city, right?

Although Qingjiang City is also the capital city of the province, it is always a bit worse than Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and other places.

Liao Chu didn't seem to hear it, and pointed to the dining table of Ji Peng and his son over there, "What do you want?"

"Ah?" Chi Jiajia also realized that she was reckless, a little embarrassed, and gritted her teeth, "Everything!"

The big deal is that I can't finish eating and walk around!

I'm an adult, what multiple choice questions!

Because of the golden streamer yesterday, Liao Chu deliberately took another look at Chi Jiajia, but he didn't find anything unusual.

Chi Jiajia thought that the other party was doubting her appetite, "I won't waste it!"

Last night, the hateful Party A called back the plan again. She fought until the early hours of the morning before going to bed, and now she was almost starving to death.

But I don't know why, but I always feel that this time it will definitely work!

Over there, Papa Ji vaguely heard their conversation, silently entered the three words "Chef Liao" into the mobile phone engine, and after clicking search, many reports really popped up.

The top one is "Taste", a well-known domestic catering magazine.

Just click in and have a look, and you will be greeted with many beautiful words:

What amazing talent, great touch, youngest gold medal winner, unlimited future, etc...

He knows the Old Taste restaurant, many wealthy businessmen and celebrities at home and abroad flock to it, and you can't eat it without making an appointment.

This young man in front of him actually served as the executive chef there?

Unbelievable.

The photos in the magazine were obviously taken a few years ago, but the young protagonist already has an indifferent look between his brows.

"Satisfaction value plus 4".

Liao Chu subconsciously glanced at Papa Ji, um, it really is a common problem of so-called successful people:

Not only pursues the ultimate simplicity and simplicity, but also blindly believes in honor and status.

It was only after nine o'clock when the breakfast was sold out, and it was raining lightly outside.

Liao Chu was looking at the diagonally woven rain curtain outside, seemingly in a daze, but in fact he was taking stock of today's harvest in his heart.

昨天的寿命还剩1年5个月零3小时，今天果果照例贡献10点满意值，也就是10小时。而赵阿姨本人并不特别看重口腹之欲，所以前后只贡献了5点。

Chi Jiajia had 8 points, and Ji's father and son had 18 points, for a total of 41 points.

再扣除截至上次的24小时，净赚17点，剩余寿命达到了1年5个月20小时。

Watching my lifeline stretch out with my own eyes...it feels very good.

Guoguo next to him stretched out his small hand to catch the rainwater.

The cold raindrops stinging and itching on the palm, the little girl giggled.

"It's raining!"

She turned her head and asked Liao Chu, "Uncle, can I go out to play in the water?"

It is said to be outside, but it is actually under the eaves. Because some places were not leveled during the construction, a shallow puddle about one square meter in size will be formed when it rains.

The whole thing is not as deep as two fingers, but it has become a sacred paradise in the eyes of children.

Children always seem to have a soft spot for water.

Liao Chu raised his eyebrows, turned around and went to the next door to buy a hooded raincoat and a pair of high rain boots for the little guy.

Guoguo cheered, shouting "Thank you uncle" loudly, and then ran to the door to tread water.

A mother and son came to buy things in Aunt Zhao's life supermarket next door. The little boy in the arms of the young mother saw Guoguo stepping on the water and struggled to get down.

"Water, water, water!"

Guoguo ran over, "Do you want to play, brother?"

The younger brother, no more than two and a half years old, nodded drooling.

The young mother hesitated for a moment, and finally changed her son into the same equipment.

Then, the shrill and high-pitched laughter of hundreds of ducks sounded at the door.

Young mother: "..."

Liao Chu: "..."

Why is there such a loud noise erupting from such a small body!