Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

Four days later, the filming of Liao Kee restaurant was basically completed, but the film crew fell into a new dilemma:

The original setting for this documentary was one episode for each restaurant, and each episode was about 45 minutes.

However, there are so many excellent ingredients that Liao Kee Restaurant can use!

Either section is good, and I don't want to cut any section.

But if this is the case, one episode can't be finished at all.

But if it is set into two episodes, it will have an impact on the subsequent pattern:

There are two episodes for the Liao-level restaurant, so should the other episodes also be made into two episodes?

If not, will such an obvious difference in treatment cause a huge gap in people's viewing experience?

In addition, should these two episodes be placed at the beginning or the end?

Qi An squatted outside the restaurant worryingly, scratching his head while smoking a cigarette, a few strands of sparse hair dancing wildly in the cold wind, making him look more and more alone.

"worry!"

He took a deep puff of the cigarette, and a large amount of fresh air poured in, turning the originally dim Mars into a bright orange-red in an instant, and the slender cigarette immediately shortened by about an inch.

"No material, worry! There are too many good materials, worry!"

Next to him were a few people in big down jackets, who kept the same posture as him, squatting in a circle, their noses flushed from the cold.

Looking at this scene alone, it is hard to imagine that this is a well-known production team at home and abroad.

Everyone laughed after hearing this, "Director, you are too Versailles..."

Let colleagues hear that they must be beaten.

They all had a hunch that if the other unfilmed episodes could maintain the high standard of Liao Kee's restaurant part, this documentary would definitely explode.

Qi An smoked a cigarette into a cigarette butt in two or three mouthfuls, and laughed uncontrollably when he heard this, feeling a little complacent.

When he decided to shoot at Liao Kee Restaurant, some investors disagreed.

In their opinion, what kind of story and thickness can this kind of restaurant have just opened for a few months?

Qi An tidied up his hair pretending to be chic.

He moved his buttocks, turned his legs several times, adjusted his center of gravity, and was about to speak, but a gust of cold wind hit, and the trendy hairstyle of the local support center was immediately defeated.

The place was suddenly as quiet as a chicken.

A few seconds later, I don't know who made the first "poof".

Immediately afterwards, laughter broke out one after another.

Before the start, everyone was under a lot of pressure. Although they are also worried now, it is difficult to choose, and the overall atmosphere suddenly becomes relaxed.

Qi An is not upset either.

He jumped up, held back his little hair in panic, turned around and rushed into the restaurant.

Seeing this, the few remaining people laughed and wanted to follow.

Qi'an covered his head and turned around, waving his hands, "Okay, everyone has worked hard these two days, I will give you two days off, and I will think about this matter carefully."

Everyone cheered when they looked at me and I looked at you.

The cheers were quickly blown away by the wild northwest wind.

The crowd also dispersed in a hurry.

Qi'an was left standing at the door of the store and laughing for a while, shivering violently from the cold wind, before slipping in.

Guan Wenjing laughed when she saw him, "Qidao, our boss is looking for you."

Qi An's eyes lit up immediately, "Any new dishes?"

Liao Chu is a person with a special spirit of research, and loves to tinker with new gadgets every now and then.

Then there is a new dish, why don't you find someone to try it?

He is reluctant to take on this important task!

Guan Wenjing laughed

"I don't know that."

It was just past ten o'clock, breakfast was over, lunch hadn't been opened yet, and there was no one in the shop.

Seeing him come in, Liao Chu nodded and signaled to go to the box on the second floor to talk.

Qi'an's heart jumped with joy.

This is all in the box, and there are designated good goods that are not easy to spread!

As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw several exquisite vials lined up inside.

Isshiki has a slender neck, and a paper label is pasted on the outside.

Qi'an went over and took a look, "Live to death? The willows are dark and the flowers are bright?"

There are five bottles in total, and the caps are tightly screwed, so I can't tell what it is.

But this kind of specification is usually a bar?

Sure enough, Liao Chu invited him to sit down later, "There are a few bottles of good wine that are not on sale to the public, please have a taste."

Although this documentary was made by Qi An himself because he wanted to develop his career, but it is undeniable that once the film is broadcast later, it will definitely bring great benefits to Liao Kee Restaurant:

At least the provincial TV station, if you work hard, it is very likely that it will be broadcast directly on CCTV, not to mention the audience.

At that time, wealth has become secondary.

Qi An laughed.

Boss Liao looked deserted at first glance, but after all, he was a bottom-level employee who worked hard. He knew all the ways of the world, and he was unambiguous when he was supposed to be considerate.

Although he doesn't expect others to be grateful, naturally, the more comfortable he is when dealing with people, the better.

"Boss Liao keeps it all hidden, so I must try it." Qi'an couldn't hide his curiosity, "Is it because the materials are too rare for the public sale, or is it technically difficult?"

In general, limited supply is almost due to these two reasons.

Liao Chu thought for a while, "It's all a bit."

Of course there is this reason, but more, the emotional fruit wine is too special. Once it is flooded, the consequences will be disastrous, and human intervention is necessary to control sales.

Take living to death as an example:

Its main raw material is the purest despair and the most ardent hope of human beings, and water and fire are incompatible.

After the two kinds of emotional fruits are mixed, it is an extremely violent conflict in itself, which can evoke the deepest memory in people's hearts in a short period of time.

Excessively exaggerated emotional changes, the shock is absolutely fatal to the psychologically fragile, and it is possible to be overwhelmed.

And if it is given to those who have little life experience, it will only feel bitter and sweet for a while, and nothing deep can be tasted.

Desperate things.

Simply speaking, the amount of raw materials is not small.

It's just that most of these emotional effects come from the hospital. Every time Liao Chu goes there, he will have a nearly suffocating experience, and his mental state will also go up and down...

It's okay to look for stimulation once or twice once in a while, but if it's not necessary, he doesn't want to do it too often.

Therefore, for this wine, Liao Chu has always personally screened the qualifications of diners.

Most of Qi'an's generation started from scratch, and have experienced too many storms that modern people can hardly imagine.

Those who can persevere to this day are all people with a firm mind.

This wine is perfect for them.

He poured a small glass and slowly pushed it over.

Seeing him being so solemn, Qi An couldn't help becoming serious.

The color of the liquor was completely different from what he had seen before.

If it wasn't for getting acquainted with Liao Chu these days, and clearly knowing that the cooperation between the two parties will have all benefits but no harm, this kind of glamorous stuff... Qi An really wouldn't dare to enter it casually.

He first slapped the wine with his palm.

Generally speaking, wine-making materials are nothing more than grain and fruit, and the finished product can smell a little bit.

But this cup is different:

Except for the faint aroma of wine, he couldn't smell the mellowness of grain or the freshness of fruit.

"What is this brewed with?"

Qi An couldn't help asking.

Liao Chu said: "The secret recipe."

Prayer: "..."

It's a sellout, it's going to kill you!

Forget it, don't talk if you don't say it.

Is it over after a good drink?

Thinking of this, Qi An shook his heart, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

Then, his expression froze.

too bitter! ! !

Liao Chu chuckled without saying a word, got up and went downstairs, leaving him to savor slowly.

There was a pair of Shandong mother and son who came to travel before, and the son once said that he would send him some Shandong green onions.

Originally, Liao Chu didn't take it seriously, but he didn't expect him to say it all:

Received it yesterday!

The fresh scallions that have just been released this year come in a bundle, weighing 25 catties.

The green onion is as white as jade, and the green onion leaves are as green as green, which is pleasing to the eye.

is really high!

Liao Chu measured it, and the shortest one was 1.7 meters.

When he lifted it with one hand, the scallion leaves were much larger than his head.

All the diners who saw that day applauded, and all exclaimed and stepped forward to take a group photo.

Except for native Shandong people, few people have ever seen such a strong and upright scallion.

The branches and leaves of Shandong scallions are thick and sweet, but not spicy. They taste very solid and are very suitable for direct use as dishes.

Stir-fried meat and scrambled eggs, dumplings and buns, burritos with dipping sauce...all good.

During this period of time, he collected a lot of high-quality beef tongue, and it would be perfect to make beef tongue with scallions.

It seems that there will be a special top part in every ingredient.

Like the middle bite of a watermelon,

like the top tip of a bamboo shoot,

The beef tongue is also a kind of carefully selected ingredients from a large number of ingredients.

Beef tongue can be eaten fresh, or it can be marinated alone when the weather is cold.

Eat it every other year. It has a unique taste and tastes like ham.

A while ago, Liao Chu collected twelve, five of which have been hung up, and two of which are smoked, ready to be eaten next year.

The remaining five items are planned to be slowly eaten within this year.

After removing the rough and hard old skin on the outside, the remaining part of the beef tongue is very delicate.

Its protein content is very high, but low in fat, and eating it often has the effect of nourishing the stomach and nourishing yang.

But too much is not enough, and people with stomach problems and excessive yang energy should not eat too much.

The beef tongue can be simmered slowly, the soup is rich, and it is best served with rice.

But for drinking, this is better than the crisper beef tongue with scallions.

It's rare to have first-hand fresh Shandong scallions, and Liao Chu feels sorry for himself if he doesn't hurry up to make such a dish.

Later, when he returned to the second floor with the hot scallion-grilled beef tongue and bowls and chopsticks, he found Qi An was covering his face with his head lowered, making a gasping sound from time to time.

The sound of bowls and chopsticks falling on the table startled him.

He took a deep breath, rubbed his face in the palm of his hand carelessly, then revealed a pair of red eyes, stared at Liao Chu, and remained silent for a long time.

Now, he can be regarded as successful and famous, and the ups and downs of the past have long been deeply hidden in his heart.

He has always felt that the past is the past, and it is no longer worth mentioning.

Unexpectedly, just a simple glass of wine today brought back all the ups and downs in the past.

Poverty in childhood, pride in youth, Waterloo in youth, doubts in middle age...

The departure of the family, the company of the wife...

All kinds of too strong emotions erupted in an instant, like a revolving lantern, circling in his heart again and again.

For a while there was despair, feeling that I couldn't survive even a second, so I might as well just die;

After a while, there was applause from all directions. The words of praise and the flashing lights made him dizzy and a little ecstatic.

But when he really opened his eyes, he remembered that sentence:

The past is like the wind.

The past, after all, is the past, everything can only be scattered with the wind.

Liao Chu had expected this scene, but pushed the chopsticks in front of him.

Qi An nodded at him with his fingers, picked up the chopsticks, and tremblingly picked up a piece of beef tongue.

Salty, fragrant, sweet and full of four flavors.

Beef tongue is different from ordinary beef and offal.

It feels bouncy and extremely tough in the mouth, but it feels smooth and tender when chewed carefully.

Qi An nodded, he was absolutely sure of the timing.

To make the beef tongue so smooth and tender, the most important thing is the heat.

If the heat is not enough, it will be raw and chewy;

Overcooked, too old, tastes like chewing wax and tires...

He went to pick up the scallions again, and the taste was fresh and sweet, with the aroma of the beef tongue itself, and the taste was very smooth.

"Is this Shandong green onion?"

The sentence pattern of the inquiry, the tone of affirmation.

Dishes with this kind of scallions will bring a wonderful sweetness, and there is no need to add extra sugar for seasoning.

Liao Chu gave him a thumbs up.

Qi An ate two more mouthfuls and said, "Just a bowl of rice..."

The two of them ate and drank, chatted a few words without knowing it, and it was noon before they knew it.

Qi An tasted all those emotional fruit wines, and the one he loves the most is of course Born to Death.

With his current status and status, it's hard to arouse his mood swings with his sweet sorrow.

"You see we are friends now," he said, scratching his bald head, "this wine..."

"You can give me a bottle." Liao Chu said.

When he said this, he couldn't help but worry about the other party's head:

If you continue to scratch like this, the remaining hair may not last long.

Qi An immediately beamed with joy, "Okay, okay."

"Appropriate amount." Liao Chu emphasized his tone.

People are more or less looking for abuse. This wine directly acts on people's heart. If it is not well controlled, it is easy to become addicted.

So he doesn't put much in each bottle, about 200ml.

Let's talk to Dai Xiaoyun later, if the husband and wife share a share, there is no risk of addiction.

It was 11 o'clock in the blink of an eye, and Liao Chu wanted to go down to prepare lunch. Qi An, who got his wish, also felt drowsy, hurriedly put the new wine in his arms, and strolled back to the hotel to rest.

Since he was able to sense the emotions of others since he was a child, Liao Chu gradually developed the habit of observing people.

He soon discovered that there was another pair of special guests at noon today.

That should be a father and daughter.

The daughter is young, and her plain dress can't hide her strong youthful atmosphere. She should be a college student.

For girls of this age, youth is capital, and youth is the best makeup.

My father is about 40 years old, but there are deep Sichuan-shaped wrinkles between his brows, and his temperament is quite decadent.

After the two sat down, they were relatively speechless, and they were a little embarrassed.

A few minutes later, the father broke the silence first, said a few words, and then the daughter returned.

The distance is relatively far, and it is difficult to hear what they are saying. Although the awkward atmosphere has eased, it is still not like the usual father and daughter intimacy.

A few minutes later, the two ordered food.

They are all relatively common home-cooked dishes, and they are not difficult.

Before handing over the menu, the father took a few glances at the golden menu boards on the wall.

The daughter shook her head, obviously disapproving.

"Then, next time Dad will treat you to dinner."

The father smiled embarrassingly.

The girl followed with a smile, "It's okay, I don't like to eat those."

After a pause, she whispered again: "Dad, the food in this restaurant is quite expensive, let's eat somewhere else next time."

Hearing what she said, the father became more and more ashamed.

My daughter has been sensible since she was a child.

But sometimes, he hoped that his daughter would not be so sensible.

Who doesn't like stuff?

It's all my own incompetence...

"How are you lately?"

He sighed silently in his heart, grabbed the hot water cup on the table, and rubbed it carefully.

The water in the cup was just poured, and it was still a little hot. The hot temperature spread from the fingertips all the way, slowly dispelling the chill.

The girl nodded vigorously, with a little joy in her eyes.

"I'm pretty good. Recently, I opened an online store with my classmates. I can sell a few paintings every month. I can also do odd jobs outside occasionally. You don't have to pay me for living expenses and tuition fees. I can earn my own money. Arrived."

"How can it work?" The father suddenly opened his eyes wide and stammered, "You are a student of painting. Although my father is uneducated, he also knows that these things cost money! You are still young, so you have to do it well. Work hard, money matters, Dad will figure out a way..."

In his inherent concept, as long as a daughter is not married, she is still a child.

Isn't it natural for a father to raise a daughter?

"dad!"

The girl suddenly raised her voice slightly, and her eyes were a little red.

"I can really make money, you," she sniffed, "you must take care of yourself outside, okay?"

She couldn't remember how many years her father had worn this padded jacket...

She also wanted to reduce the burden on her family, but it was really difficult for an art student from an ordinary family to get ahead.

She even regretted it more than once, regretting why she chose this major, such an expensive major...

But, she really likes it.

But... do you like to eat it?

The little girl who is not yet 20 years old feels a little uncertain.

Like most young people, she is full of confusion about her future.

The daughter's understanding made the father extremely pleased.

But this further explained his uselessness from another angle, and made him feel very uncomfortable.

The father and daughter had a very heavy meal, and they only exchanged a few sporadic words occasionally. Most of the time, there was boundless silence.

After eating, the father and daughter sat face to face for a few minutes, and then the girl left with her schoolbag in her arms.

The father hasn't left yet.

He sat alone at the table in a daze, and after an unknown amount of time, he waved to the waiter, "A bottle of Erguotou."

The waiter apologized: "I'm really sorry sir, we don't have any here."

There was a little burn on the man's face.

That's right, how can such a high-end restaurant sell cheap Erguotou?

He was about to speak when he heard the waiter say, "But sir, if you need it, we can buy it for you."

The man looked at her in surprise, and stammered, "Yes, is it okay?"

Aren't restaurants now prohibiting BYO?

It's fine if this family doesn't dislike themselves, but they still take the initiative to buy it?

A few minutes later, he really got Erguotou.

And it's still cheap.

Even lower than the price he usually buys in the supermarket.

He thanked the waiter earnestly, unscrewed the bottle cap, and took a sip directly into his mouth.

The baijiu just brought in from the outside was still a little cold, but it quickly "burned" under the action of alcohol.

The burning sensation slid down from the mouth and exploded in the internal organs.

He let out a breath slowly and rubbed his face vigorously.

How to do it?

Why is life so difficult?

He also wants to give his daughter a better life, and wants his family to be as carefree as others, and he can buy whatever he likes.

but……

His luck was really bad.

In fact, many years ago, he did not believe in fate.

When he was young, the young man always felt that he had infinite energy and unlimited hope. He always believed that as long as he worked hard, there would be rewards.

But these years, one by one, shattered this extravagant hope.

He once opened a brick factory in his hometown. He had just made a little money, but before he had time to be happy, he encountered heavy rain unexpectedly.

The tens of thousands of bricks just out of the oven were soaked, and the heavy rain also caused landslides, which washed away his brick kiln.

He didn't earn any money, and he owed a lot of famine. In desperation, he had no choice but to go out to work.

After years of hard work and paying off his debts, he bought another car, wanting to take advantage of the popularity of online car-hailing these years.

As a result, a passenger unexpectedly died in his car...

His misfortune was too much, even his friends couldn't stand it.

After a few years, when the lawsuit was settled with the family of the deceased, his friend advised him:

"Small wealth depends on earning, and big wealth depends on life. You may not have one in your life, so let's work for others honestly."

Then he really went into the factory honestly, from five to nine.

Although the salary is not high and the work is tiring, at least he doesn't have to worry about it. He lived a peaceful life for two years. However, he never expected that fate would play another big joke on him:

In middle age, he was laid off.

Life was so hard that he once wanted to die.

But when he thought of his wife and children, he couldn't bear it...

After slowly finishing a bottle of Erguotou, the man went to pay the bill, "Is cash okay?"

This is still the severance pay that was issued earlier.

Drinking is the most time-consuming thing. He was clearly the first one to come, but the last one to leave. It was already past lunch time.

At this moment, Liao Chu was doing accounts at the counter.

"can."

The man took out a large handful of banknotes of various denominations.

Liao Chu ordered for a long time, and finally returned him a steel ball.

The bitterness emanating from the man was so strong that it almost turned into substance.

Liao Chu was so choked that he couldn't help frowning and took a step back.

The man picked up the steel ball carefully, and was about to leave when he was stopped again.

Liao Chu thought for a while, then handed him a few more dollars, "Take the subway or buy a lottery ticket, it's up to you."

Last night, Yu Yu went to the supermarket next door to buy candy, and picked up a scratch-off card. In the end, it cost 70 yuan, and he was as happy as a child.

Seeing the man's desperate appearance, he suddenly remembered this matter.

The most costless business in the world is probably only buying lottery tickets.

But the probability is too low.

But it's a hope anyway, what if?

The man froze for a moment, his lips twitched, and finally accepted it.

With only one dollar left, he really couldn't survive.

Rather, fight it.

Before he bought a lottery ticket and left, out of the corner of his eye, the man caught a glimpse of the wishing jar outside the Liao Kee restaurant.

He had also heard about the wishing jar.

In the past, he didn't believe in fate, but now...

He took out a coin, summoned up the courage to throw it in, and watched the small silver round cake flipping continuously in the waves, as if a heart had been dragged in.

"I've never done anything bad in my life, I'm just sorry for my parents, my wife and children... Please let me be lucky."

Liao Chu watched helplessly as the man tossed coins to make a wish, and then heard a system voice in his head:

"Detected a strong power of faith!"

"Stimulate rare gain buff!"