The Green Tea’s Crushing Victories in the ’70s

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Uncle Zong ran home panting.

Old Master Wen looked at him like this, and said with disgust: Xiao Zong, you are not young, you should take it easy.

Uncle Zong: Commander, I, I saw tender grass...

Mr. Wen stared, and quickly pulled Uncle Zong back: Where did you see the tender grass? You explain it clearly to me.

Uncle Zong gasped for breath for a while before he calmed down: Commander, I saw Miss Nuncao when I went to the hospital to visit a friend just now, and then I knew where she works!

Mr. Wen's eyes became brighter: Where is it? Tell me quickly.

Rugui's unfilial descendant, he only found out about the partner through other people's mouths, and asked him to bring the tender grass back to show himself, but he actually said that he would ask the other party's opinion!

He entered the laboratory during this time, and he was so busy that he didn't have time to eat. He didn't know how long he would have to wait until he went to ask the tender grass.

Uncle Zong: It should be a certain state-run restaurant in the south of the city. Commander, Miss Nuncao is really amazing. She became the manager of the restaurant at a young age!

Mr. Wen twitched his beard and said arrogantly: The food made by Miss Nencao is so delicious, shouldn't you be a restaurant manager?

That's his future granddaughter-in-law, can she not be amazing?

Uncle Zong: Commander, are you going to the restaurant? I'll go with you then.

Mr. Wen took a look at him, then shook his head like a rattle: No, you can't go there, Miss Nuncao has seen you, won't she recognize you once you go by?

Uncle Zong: Commander, did you still have to cover up in the past?

Mr. Wen took it for granted: That brat Rugui won't tell me, and I won't tell him either. I'm going to secretly get to know Nencao!

Uncle Zong felt like being struck by lightning: ...

In this way, wouldn't he be unable to eat the things made by Nuncao girl?

Although Tong Mianmian's high fever subsided, her spirit was listless, and she looked very pitiful.

After Tong Xuelu sent her home, she asked Tong Jiaming and Tong Jiaxin to take good care of her, and then went to talk to Shen Wanrong next door before going back to work in the hotel.

After going to the hotel, she held a meeting for everyone as usual, and then asked everyone to speak enthusiastically, and they could put forward any opinions.

Guo Weiping and Meng Qingqing were both bored gourds, shaking their heads to express that they had no objection.

Guo Chunyu raised his hand and said, Manager Tong, many customers have reported that the portion of Malatang is not enough, and they will not get the queue number if they arrive late, should we increase the portion?

No, just eat according to the current portion, if you don't have enough to eat, come earlier.

Tong Xuelu took a look at her, and felt that if the economy was liberated in the future, Guo Chunyu should be a good businessman.

They are now paid dead wages, and the restaurant’s turnover has increased, so they still earn that wage, so why are they so tired?

This is also the biggest disadvantage of the collective economy. Many people no longer want to make progress after completing the quota.

Regarding how to make money in the future, Tong Xuelu already has a plan in mind, but it's not the time yet.

Let's make some meatballs today.

The portion does not increase, but the variety can be increased. If you keep going back and forth with those few things, you will get tired of eating sooner or later.

After the meeting, Tong Xuelu took Guo Weiping to purchase.

Compared with later generations, beef in this era is very cheap, and the price of a catty is about the same as that of pork.

Tong Xuelu bought some beef and fish, and some pork, and prepared to make beef balls, fish balls and pork balls.

Seeing her buying beef, Guo Weiping asked in surprise, Manager Tong, are we buying so much beef leg meat for beef balls?

Tong Xuelu nodded: You haven't eaten it, have you? Beef balls are ready, and they are actually better than fish balls. You'll know later.

Guo Weiping couldn't help swallowing when he thought of the meals she usually made, thinking to himself that as long as it was cooked by Manager Tong, there would be nothing bad to eat.

Back at the restaurant, Tong Xuelu started making beef balls.

Now that the weather is getting colder every day, it can be stored for an extra day.

Making beef balls is a labor-intensive task. It requires shaving the fascia, removing fat, and pounding the beef into a puree.

The process of beating the meat paste is very exhausting, and Tong Xuelu asked everyone to take turns.

After the meat paste is ready, add water, starch and other condiments, then stir and knead evenly until the meat paste produces air bubbles before kneading into meatballs.

Meatballs should be placed in warm water to shape before they can be cooked in a pot. Although hand-made meatballs are tiring, they are more fragrant and chewy than machine-made ones.

After making the beef balls, start making the fish balls.

The method of making fish balls is similar, the key is to chop them into puree if they want to be elastic when eaten.

After the beef balls and fish balls were ready, the three of Meng Qingqing were allowed to try a few.

The beef balls are chewy and crispy. When you bite down, you will have a strong beef flavor and a mouthful of fragrance.

Many people in this era are still not used to eating beef. Some people think the smell of beef is too fishy, ​​but the beef balls do not feel fishy at all.

On the contrary, the more I eat, the more enjoyable I feel, and I want to eat the next one after eating one.

Fish balls are less elastic than beef balls, but the surface of fish balls is tender and smooth, and the taste is completely different from beef balls.

Several people ate with bright eyes and were full of praise.

Guo Chunyu: Manager Tong, I think it will be sold out in just two days with just this order of meatballs!

Tong Xuelu originally wanted to make pork balls, but after making the beef balls and fish balls, several people's hands were sore, so they had to give up and save the pork to make other things.

As soon as eleven o'clock arrived, the guests came to the door.

Tong Xuelu usually didn't pay attention to the guests, but today she glanced at the guests, and then noticed the guest standing in the first place.

The guest was about sixty years old. Although he looked old, he was in good spirits.

His eyes are bright, and he doesn't have the stooped back of the old man. He stands there with a straight back, which is very attractive.

The old man's dress is also better than ordinary people's. His hair is brushed back and smooth, very obedient, and there is no hair sticking up.

Tong Xuelu took a look, and felt that the old man must have been a handsome guy when he was young, and he was also a flamboyant handsome guy.

The old man came first and got the No. 1 plate, so he could order and eat directly.

The old man came over, looked at her and said, Lesbian, are you a waiter in this restaurant? Why haven't you seen your master?

Tong Xuelu said: I'm not a waiter, I'm the manager of this restaurant, and I take care of the master chef. Does the old man want to see me?

The old man trembled his beard when he heard the words: It's okay, I heard that the food in this restaurant is delicious, so I want to see which master cooks it? I didn't expect you, a lesbian, to be so good at such a young age. It’s really terrifying for young people!”

To be honest, the old man's face is a little serious, especially his sharp eyes. Tong Xuelu thought he would be a very quiet person, but he didn't expect him to be so approachable.

She smiled and said, Thank you for your compliment. Do you want Malatang? We have newly launched beef balls and fish balls today. Just this beef ball, I dare say it is the only one in Beijing!

The eyes of the old man suddenly brightened like stars in the sky: Yes, I want a copy of all of them, and I want another copy to take back.

As he spoke, he took out two lunch boxes from a bag as if by magic.

Tong Xuelu felt that he should be a foodie, and put the food into the red soup with a smile to cook: Old man, can you eat spicy food?

The old man frowned suddenly: It needs to be a little spicy, but old man, it sounds like I am very old. I can be your grandfather at my age. You can call me Grandpa Wen from now on.

Tong Xuelu: ...

Isn't it old to be called grandpa?

And he actually has the same surname as Wen Rugui, this discovery made Tong Xuelu's impression of him even better.

Mr. Wen saw that she didn't call someone, blinked his eyes and said: Lesbian, I heard that your surname is Tong, which Tong is it, which Tong is it?

Tong Xuelu shook her head: No, it's Tong Dong who is next to me alone.

Mr. Wen stroked his beard: I see.

Malatang was cooked quickly, and Tong Xuelu asked Meng Qingqing to bring it in.

Seeing this, Mr. Wen had no choice but to reluctantly follow in.

After that, guests kept coming to the door, and Mr. Wen never had a chance to come and talk.

Tong Xuelu asked Guo Weiping to try cooking Malatang.

In fact, there is no skill in cooking Malatang, as long as you master the time well.

Guo Weiping has been watching for a few days, and has an idea of ​​how long each thing needs to be cooked, but he has not practiced it, and he is a little worried about it.

Tong Xuelu was on the sidelines to guide him, and when the food was almost cooked, she reminded him.

As expected, many people were afraid to try beef balls at the beginning, fearing that they would be too fishy and unpalatable.

But for foodies, there is nothing to fear, the most fear is delicious food.

When they saw a new product in the restaurant, they were the first to stand up and try it.

I don't know if I don't try it, I almost ate my tongue after I tried it.

The teeth are chewy and full of fragrance.

It was so delicious!

The foodies ordered another one at a time, and other people saw that they ate so deliciously, so they also ordered one.

Soon today's portion was sold out, and those who came late could only sigh again.

**

Tong Xuelu asked for leave after noon and went back, and Guo Weiping was in charge of the evening meal.

There is a sick child at home, and she is really worried.

Sure enough, as soon as he got home, he heard Tong Mianmian crying.

Woooooo...Second brother, Mianmian wants a mother.

Mianmian, my second brother will give you candy, okay?

No, Mianmian wants mom and dad, second brother, Mianmian misses mom and dad, they haven't come back to see Mianmian for a long time, don't they want Mianmian anymore?

This time Tong Jiaming did not answer.

Tong Xuelu stood at the door, feeling sore in her heart.

She opened the door curtain and walked in: Who is crying? Could it be the most obedient and obedient Mianmian in our family?

Seeing her sister, Tong Mianmian flattened her mouth into a line: Sister, it's Mianmian who is crying, Mianmian misses her parents, woo woo woo...

Tong Xuelu walked over to pick her up, reached out and touched her forehead, she was still a little hot.

Mom and Dad have gone to work far away, and what Mianmian now eats and wears is all earned by her parents from part-time jobs.

Tong Mianmian's big eyes were filled with tears, and the tears fell when he blinked his eyelashes: Then why don't parents work part-time?

Tong Xuelu: Of course not. If we don't work part-time, we won't have anything to eat. Mianmian is so obedient, she won't do things that embarrass adults, right?

Xiaotuanzi blinked and cried softly.

The little guy is usually very well-behaved, except that he was silent when he saw her on the first day, and then gradually became cheerful.

Who would have thought that she would never let go of her parents.

Even if the little guy is like this, Tong Jiaming and Tong Jia must be even more reluctant to let go, but no one said it.

Pretending not to be sad, pretending to be nothing like that.

Tong Xuelu thought, her nose became more sore.

Tong Mianmian cried for a while, and finally fell asleep again because of lack of energy, but her sleep was very restless, and she would wake up crying from time to time.

Tong Xuelu was afraid that she would lose her appetite at night, so she cooked some fish porridge for her.

That night, the atmosphere in Tong's house was very dull, even Tong Jiaxin, who usually loves to be funny, didn't make much noise.

Military compound.

Uncle Zong had been waiting at the door, waiting until his legs were numb, and finally waited for the commander to come back.

He hurried out to greet her: Commander, have you seen Miss Nuncao?

Mr. Wen handed him the bag in his hand: Of course, that child is good-looking, dignified, good-natured, good-natured, and good at cooking.

In short, any place is good, he is really more and more satisfied with it.

Uncle Zong nodded very approvingly: Miss Nencao is really very nice, no wonder she makes you fall in love with her. By the way, Commander, what did you bring back for me?

Mr. Wen stared: What did you bring, this is my dinner tonight!

Uncle Zong felt wronged: ...

Commander, don't be so stingy!

You promised to bring it to me, so why did it become your dinner again?

The next day, Tong Mianmian's fever finally subsided, and the little guy smiled again.

Tong Xuelu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Tong Jiaming and Tong Jiaxin originally wanted to ask for leave today, but Tong Xuelu refused to allow them to go to school, and then handed Tong Mianmian to the Wei family next door.

She plans to make more beef balls and fish balls today, and then buy some back as a gift to the Wei family.

As the weather gets colder every day, the restaurant's Malatang becomes more and more popular.

Think about such a cold day, eat a mouthful of spicy and refreshing dishes, and drink a mouthful of soup, you can immediately warm up.

And spending less money and eating more kinds of meat and vegetables is too tempting for many people.

In the past, some people were reluctant to spend money to eat in restaurants, but now they can't resist the temptation and come to have a meal after being paid.

Among these guests, Tong Xuelu remembered the old man who came that day.

The old man came almost every other day or two, and was ranked first every time. He took two lunch boxes to pack each time, and would chatter with her every time he ordered.

Tong Xuelu wondered if he was a widowed old man. He was too lonely at home, so he came to the restaurant to chat with her.

With two more autumn rains, it will soon be the end of the month.

Tong Xuelu went to the Ministry of Commerce for a meeting again.

This time, she didn't go empty-handed like last time.

She brought a summary report prepared in advance, as well as a result announcement form.

The last time Tong Xuelu walked into the conference hall, everyone looked at her with strange and contemptuous eyes.

But this time when I went in, everyone's eyes were different.

At that time, everyone thought that it was impossible for her to bring the hotel back to life within a month, and they all felt that she was bragging and talking in her sleep.

Unexpectedly, this little girl, who is not yet nineteen years old, brought the restaurant back to life in less than half a month, and she did very well.

Now when people in Beijing mention the state-run restaurant, the first thing people think of is the restaurant under her command, especially the Mala Tang made by her.

It’s just that many people here have eaten it secretly, and it’s really delicious.

Seeing Tong Xuelu walk in with her head held high, some people felt ashamed, some felt admiration, and some felt unconvinced.

Tong Xuelu changed her previous indifferent look, whenever someone looked at her, she would nod and say hello.

Everyone saw that she didn't have any pride, and they couldn't help but feel a little better about her.

Comrade Tong, how do you make your Malatang? Now everyone in Beijing is discussing your Malatang!

Yes, my daughter-in-law took the child to eat once, and she was full of praise when she came back!

Comrade Tong is really blue and better than blue, admiration!

Tong Xuelu said with a smile: Everyone appreciates the prize. This Mala Tang is actually a special snack in other provinces, but the seasoning is prepared by myself. I usually don't have any hobbies. I just like to tinker with food.

I remembered, Comrade Tong is still taking care of the chef of the restaurant, right?

Tong Xuelu nodded: That's right, the master chef of our hotel has a broken hand, so I will replace it during this time.

Some people were not convinced: The master needs to be verified. How can Comrade Tong take the position of the master without verification?

Tong Xuelu turned to look at the man who spoke: If you don't investigate, you have no right to speak. Before this comrade speaks in the future, please investigate carefully, otherwise it will be easy to make a joke!

I not only have a master certificate, but also a first-class certificate.

The certificates of master chefs are divided into three levels: first-level, second-level and third-level. However, almost no one will hire third-level masters. There are only a handful of first-level masters in Beijing, and ordinary restaurants can only hire second-level masters. master.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked on the spot.

First-class master certificate!

This is too awesome, right?

What did this little girl grow up on, and why is she so powerful at such a young age?

Became a restaurant manager at the age of nineteen, and even won the first-class master chef certificate. It really is a formidable young man!

I can no longer look down on women in the future!

The man with the yin and yang eccentricity just now blushed, turned his head away and didn't dare to make another sound.

Everyone talked for a while, and soon the leader came over.

After Minister Lin published the summary, he remembered the one-month appointment: Is Manager Tong from Chengnan Hotel here?

Tong Xuelu stood up: Hello, Minister Lin.

Minister Lin: Congratulations, Comrade Tong, you have passed the test, and you have done better than I imagined!

To be honest, Minister Lin didn't believe it when he heard her say that the restaurant could be restored to business within a month.

Unexpectedly, this lesbian surprised everyone. It only took half a month to bring the restaurant back to life, and it made the restaurant flourish in the whole Beijing.

He heard people around him mention the Mala Tang in their restaurant almost every day.

Tong Xuelu said neither humble nor overbearing: Thank you, Minister Lin. This is the leader of Minister Lin. If Minister Lin hadn't trusted me with all his heart, I wouldn't have dared to let go and fight hard!

Minister Lin felt relieved when he heard this.

That's right, she can do so well because of his good leadership.

Then Tong Xuelu submitted the finished summary report together with the result announcement form.

Minister Lin flipped it casually, and his eyes lit up immediately.

He had received a lot of summary reports before, and some of them were done like shit.

But when Tong Xuelu handed in this document, it was clearly organized and neatly recorded in a form, making it clear at a glance.

That's right, Comrade Tong is really a good lesbian!

This ability to work completely exceeds that of many gay men.

Minister Lin's impression of Tong Xuelu got better and better.

After the meeting, the managers of some restaurants secretly went to Minister Lin and suggested to him that Tong Xuelu contribute the recipe of Mala Tang, so that other restaurants could benefit from it.

Minister Lin didn't say yes or no, he just asked them to go back and wait for news.

**

base.

Zhou Yan came back from the outside that day, screaming like hell.

Huang Qimin couldn't understand his embarrassing appearance, and asked him, Zhou Laxi, what are you making a fuss about this early in the morning?

Zhou Yan swung his fist at him: Yellow Goudan, if you call me Zhou Laxi again, I will never end with you!

Huang Qimin said with a smile: Who told you that you don't count your words? What a good thing happened to you, you are grinning so much that your mouth reaches your ears!

Zhou Yan took out a small photo of a human head from his jacket pocket, looked at the photo and smiled and said, My partner sent me a photo, so I can see her face every day from now on!

Huang Qimin curled his lips when he saw this: I thought it was something, I already have a photo of my partner.

Wen Rugui on the side blinked his eyelashes, but said nothing.

He didn't, he lost.

Zhou Yan immediately noticed something was wrong with Wen Rugui, and smiled awkwardly: Rugui, did your partner give you a photo?

Wen Rugui: No.

Hahaha, I knew you didn't. Zhou Yan smiled awkwardly.

Huang Qimin also felt elated for a while.

Finally, there was someone who beat Wen Rugui.

This lunch, Wen Rugui was more silent than usual.

As soon as he got to work in the afternoon, he went to the dean's office.

Dean Zhuang Zhenghui saw him coming to ask for leave, and looked up at him: Do you want to ask for leave to go back to see your partner?

Wen Rugui's ears were slightly red: Yes.

Dean Zhuang said with a smile: I was worried that you would be a bachelor for the rest of your life, but now it seems that this worry is unnecessary.

Wen Rugui didn't say anything, but when he thought of Tong Xuelu in his heart, tenderness slowly overflowed from his eyes.

The whole person looks more smoky than before.

Seeing this, Dean Zhuang laughed even more happily.

It's nice to have one less bachelor on base.

Wen Rugui wanted to give Tong Xuelu a surprise, so he didn't call back.

In fact, I don't know where to call if I want to make a phone call. Tong's house doesn't have a phone, and neither does the restaurant.

At noon the next day, Mr. Wen came to the restaurant again for dinner.

Probably because of the rain, few people came to the restaurant to eat today.

It was so cold outside that people's teeth chattered, and Mr. Wen took a mouthful of hot soup, eating it very comfortably.

After eating, he suddenly sighed heavily.

His eyes drifted towards the direction where Tong Xuelu was sitting, seeing that Tong Xuelu didn't look over, he sighed again.

That sigh was louder than a cow's cry, and Tong Xuelu couldn't help but not hear it.

After so many days, Tong Xuelu was quite familiar with this old man, so she walked over and asked, Old man, what's wrong with you?

Old Man Wen sighed again, and shook his head: My children and grandchildren are unfilial, my heart is bitter!

Tong Xuelu: ...

Mr. Wen: My son is a mallet, and my grandson is also a mallet. They left me a lonely old man at home. I usually don't know who to talk to when I want to talk to someone!

Tong Xuelu thought to herself, and it was true: What about your daughter-in-law? Is she also a stick?

Mr. Wen frowned: She's not even as good as a mallet! Let's not talk about them, let me tell you, my grandson made a date, and I asked him to bring it back for me to see, but he didn't want to!

Seeing the way the old man shook his head and sighed, Tong Xuelu thought he was very pitiful.

The son, daughter-in-law and grandson are all sticks, isn't that too bad luck?

Tong Xuelu: Would you like to communicate with your grandson?

Mr. Wen: Everyone who can communicate has communicated. My grandson with a stick doesn't even call grandpa now. Comrade Tong, can you call me grandpa to satisfy my heart of being a grandpa?

At this moment, a deep and gentle voice came from outside the door: Grandpa.

Tong Xuelu's heart moved, she looked up and saw Wen Rugui standing at the door: Rugui, why are you back?

Mr. Wen: ...