The Northern Stories of Chef Lao Tan

Chapter 392 The fish head sold last night today

On the second day after arriving home, Lao Tan came to the central kitchen.

When he arrived, Yingzi was making dough in front of the kneading machine. Everyone else was wearing masks, but she was wearing a mask, revealing her two beautiful big eyes.

Seeing Lao Tan coming, she called out happily, and smiled.

"How is it? Are you getting used to it?" Old Tan asked.

"Well, it's good to adapt." Yingzi said.

"It's good to get used to it." Old Tan squeezed the reconciled face with his hands, and he felt that he was qualified, and asked again: "Are you tired?"

"Not tired."

"Do you still have to cook for the children in the morning?"

"Well, when it's ready, put it in the pot, and she gets up to eat."

"It was still dark when you came here?"

"Well, it's dark, but it's almost light."

"Be sure to pay attention to safety."

"Hehe, it's okay, if someone tells me to take off the mask." Yingzi laughed a little.

Wang Hong came out of the mixing room, and the voice came first before anyone arrived.

"You know how to look at my sister when you come here, forget about my sister?"

"I thought you were in the hospital." Old Tan smiled.

"We don't need those people, as long as Zhang Li is there to watch over, besides, there is Lao Deng." Wang Hong said, and then praised Yingzi: "Your sister is good at it, smart, once you teach it, you can fix everything in just three months, hurry up catch up with me."

Yingzi said: "Oh, I'm far behind——"

"Don't be modest, you have to listen to your brother's lessons early, I guess I have nothing to do right now." Wang Hong smiled heartily after speaking, like a man.

Old Tan said to Yingzi: "I'm not always here. If you have anything to do, you can go to Sister Wang, and she can take care of it."

"Don't worry, what can happen? My sister and I are doing well." Wang Hong said.

"Well, Miss Wang is very kind to me." Yingzi said.

When Lao Tan came to see Yingzi, he also had business with Wang Hong.

Changsha is surrounded by mountains, and there are many fungi on the mountains, so the local people love it very much.Lao Tan wanted to research a dumpling stuffed with mountain mushrooms to cater to the tastes of the locals. When he came back from Changsha, he brought a lot of wild mountain mushrooms and gave Wang Hong to study in advance.

Wang Hong led him to the dumpling room and said, "Most of the things you brought back can't be stuffed, and the stir-fried vegetables are okay. I tried them all."

"That is to say, it can be done." Old Tan said.

"Well, black ear silk and white ear silk are good. I added marinated dried shredded tofu, green pepper, carrot rice, and one-third of the meat stuffing. It's okay to eat, and the taste is good, but it has to be steamed dumplings. The boiled dumplings are almost Son. Seeing you come in, I made a copy, it’s almost ready, you can try it later.”

While talking, a dumpling worker came over with two plates of dumplings and put them on the chopping board. Wang Hong took the chopsticks and the bowl.

Lao Tan put a steamed dumpling into the bowl first, then brought the dumpling to his mouth with the bowl, and took a bite.

"what--"

Old Tan let out a cry of surprise, then put the remaining half-la'er dumplings into his mouth, and smacked them carefully.

"Okay, it's fragrant, silky, and slightly meaty, absolutely perfect—" Lao Tan praised.

Wang Hong curled her lips disapprovingly, "Is it that delicious? I'm not used to eating wild mushrooms, I think it's average, not as good as pork sauerkraut."

"That's because you're not used to it." Lao Tan ate the second dumpling and said, "This dumpling is definitely good. We people in the Northeast may not be used to it. Changsha is good."

"Then sell it in Changsha, not the provincial capital," Wang Hong said.

"You can try."

"You don't need to try it, it can't guarantee the freshness of the raw material, and it's useless to try. Besides, my mouth is the standard, and if I'm not used to it, the customers are almost not used to it."

"That's right. I've been in Changsha for a long time, and I'm getting used to the food there. I think it's delicious, but we locals may not be used to it."

"Try cooking dumplings again." Wang Hong said.

Lao Tan tasted the boiled dumplings, and the taste was okay.

Wang Hong said: "I made the production process and standards, sent it to Meng Meng, and asked her to try it over there first, and I think it will work when you go back."

Old Tan said yes, and then praised Wang Hong, Wang Hong curled her lips and said that there is no need to praise, you don't have time to do it now, if you have time to do it, you don't need me, it's better than me.

Old Tan smiled noncommittally, and then went out of the dumpling room to go back. Yingzi came over and said, "Brother, Ruoxi said that my sister-in-law is on a business trip. Tonight you and Jiaheng will come to my house to eat. I will make steamed stuffed buns."

Old Tan thought for a while and agreed, and Wang Hong joined in the fun and wanted to have a drink with Old Tan.Lao Tan asked her to bring some food, preferably Lao Fangxun's pig's feet.

After coming out of the central kitchen, Lao Tan went to the nearest Chishan Road store. After entering the store, he didn't make any noise and sat down in a corner in the lobby.

The waiter came over to serve tea, and then asked him to order food at the Ming stall. He waved his hand and said no, and ordered a pickled cabbage dumpling and casserole fish head, plus a pot of old wine.

After ordering, he was drinking tea while using his mobile phone to time the time. It was not lunch time yet, and the store was not busy. He wanted to see how fast the food was being served.In just ten minutes, all the dumplings and fish heads came out, and he nodded with some satisfaction.

Pour a glass of wine into the hip flask, then open the lid of the casserole, and can't help but frown when he sees the fish head - it's the leftovers that were not sold in the market last night, reheated, and sprinkled with fresh incense chopped green onion.

Laymen can't see it, but insiders can see it at a glance.

He put down the chopsticks he wanted to pick up the fish head, picked up his mobile phone and took a picture of the fish head, and then sent the photo to the management group of the store in the provincial capital, with a sentence attached: Last night the fish head was sold today, bought it today Buy to ask for bad food.

Zhang Li was delivering millet porridge to Yanhua, and when she heard her phone ringing, she knew there was WeChat. After Yanhua took the porridge bowl, she took out her phone and opened WeChat, and saw the photo of the fish head and that sentence.

"Which store is Lao Tan in? These guys are too. Why are the leftover fish heads still being sold?" She muttered and immediately sent a message to Huaqing.

I wanted to send it to Chung Ching, but Chung Ching is busy decorating stores and setting up kitchens in Beijing now, so he didn't bother.

Huaqing, who was inspecting the store in Beibei University City, saw the photo and the sentence at the same time as Zhang Li. deal with! ! !
At the same time, the ten store managers and ten head chefs of the ten stores in the provincial capital all saw the photo and that sentence, and all became nervous for a while.The most nervous ones were the two head chefs at the Chishan Road store and the Beihang store—both put the remaining fish heads on the shelves.

The two head chefs rushed back and forth.

The head chef of the Beixing shop came to the Ming stall and saw that the two fish heads left in the market last night were well placed there. He couldn't help panting with lingering fear, and immediately asked the younger brother to remove the fish heads. Taking a glance in the hall, it seems that Lao Tan will appear at any time.

The head chef of the Chishan Road store came to the Ming stall in a panic and was dumbfounded. The only remaining fish head from last night was gone. Today, the eight freshly stewed fish heads are bubbling and smelling fragrant.

He couldn't smell the fragrance anymore, and he didn't bother to wipe off the sweat on his brow. He said "it's over" in his heart, and saw the bald man sitting in the corner of the hall—was it Lao Tan or who?

The store manager on Chishan Road had just checked the sanitation and pre-meal preparations on the second floor. When he was about to go downstairs, the phone rang. He took out his phone and looked at it for a while, thinking that it would not be such a bad luck, right?When the market opened, the head chef said that there was one fish head left last night, and asked to sell the first one today.

At that time, I didn't agree, but the head chef said it was fine, just for one case, the guests couldn't eat it.

"You shouldn't give him face, if it's that fish head, it's over,"

The store manager walked down from the second floor in three steps at a time, and almost fell when he reached the jogging platform. When he saw Lao Tan in the corner in the lobby, he felt a groan in his heart——
"It's over, it's over—"

(End of this chapter)