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Chapter 25 Teochew Banquet (5)

"Uncle, when I come to the capital to study, I will learn how to cook with you." Yu Jian hugged the stainless steel rice bucket and bowed deeply to Yu Jianping.

"Good boy, your task now is to study hard! Uncle is waiting for a college student from our old Yu's family!" Yu Jianping stroked her fluffy hair with a smile, and educated her earnestly.

This child is humble and studious, and his talent is even better. He doesn't look like a doll that Yu Jianguo can give birth to.Yu Jianping glanced at the elder brother who was scratching his ears and cheeks, feeling unbalanced.

It would be great if it was my own doll...

After bidding farewell to Yu Jianping, the father and daughter walked out of the alley.After walking a long way, Yu Jian turned her head and found that Yu Jianping was still standing at the door watching them off.She smiled brightly and waved her arms vigorously to the rear.

"Father, does Uncle have no children?" Yu Jian pondered, and it seemed that Yu Jianping lived alone.

"Your uncle said that he would devote his whole life to the culinary world, and marrying a wife and having children is nothing but floating clouds..." Yu Jianguo heheed twice. Hearing such nonsense, the six-year-old Yu Yuan probably wouldn't believe it.

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What did she hear?Yu Jian cast a puzzled look at Father Yu.

hey kid!Still don't believe him!Father Yu spread his hands together: "Yu Jianping's original words. I haven't changed a single word."

The father and daughter here tried their best to speculate on Yu Jianping's thoughts, while in the other room, Yu Jianping took out a photo album from the safe.

Open it, and drop a palm-sized leather book.

Yu Jianping smoothed the raised corners of the leather book, and then looked at the photos in the album.

This is a black-and-white photo, it looks like it has been a few years old, and it is faintly yellow.There are three people in the photo, a square-faced man in his thirties in the middle, and a boy about ten years old standing on each side.The three of them compared scissors to the camera, smiling.

"Abba..." Yu Jianping caressed the man's face with his fingertips, and a tear fell on the photo, "It was my fault! I was unfilial!"

This man, who is almost half a century old, caressed his face and cried bitterly...

Jinfu Building, a tea hall.

Han Yubai sniffed the tea in the tea bowl carefully, took another sip, swirled the tea in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and swallowed it slowly.

"This tea is good." It was a compliment.

Wang De nodded and stood aside, with pride on his face: "Little boss, this is the Biluochun I entrusted someone to get from Wuzhong, the best wave this year. I will treat Mr. Jin with this tomorrow, and he will be satisfied with it!"

Han Yubai glanced at him, hooked his lips, and snorted coldly: "Idiot!"

Wang De was scolded by him rashly, and he didn't know where he was wrong, so he hesitated and asked: "Little boss...I...what did I do wrong?"

Han Yubai pressed the tea bowl heavily on the table, the tea set collided with a crisp voice, he eased his tone, and asked, "Where is the ancestor of Jin?"

"Chaozhou people..." Wang De was a little puzzled. It's no secret that Jin is always from Chaozhou.His eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly realized, his whole body lost his momentum in an instant, and he was convinced, "Little boss, I was wrong."

"Wang De, Wang De, I promoted you to be a chef. I didn't always wipe your ass. I asked you to do such a small thing, and you made a mess for me, let alone the back chef." Han Yubai lowered his eyes and covered up I was dissatisfied with him, "Yu Jianguo is much more reliable than you! How about the matter I asked you to inquire about?"

Wang De was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead. He bent over and kept apologizing, and then replied: "You don't know his three-legged kung fu! You're worried at home! His daughter doesn't look good, come on It’s just a coincidence.”

Don't even laugh at him, Yu Jianguo, this guy has worked under the boss of Lao Han for so many years, and he has only become a second cook, and the boss reluctantly gave him the position because he was a veteran who followed the country.Otherwise, just rely on his usual good-natured demeanor?

Chefs rely on craftsmanship, not human beings!
"Okay! Don't take it lightly, and pay attention to him when you hold a banquet tomorrow." Han Yubai didn't want to listen to his nonsense.

Wang De repeatedly said yes, but in the end, he asked out the doubts in his heart: "Little boss, I shouldn't have asked this question. But if Yu Jianguo messes up the banquet tomorrow, wouldn't it be a blow to Jinfulou's face? "

Pointing the corner of the table with his finger, Han Yubai leaned back on the chair, showing a wicked smile: "You call me little boss, which means I'm not the real boss. Jinfulou has been open for so many years, and every year is getting bigger and bigger. One year difference. These old customers are just like the old man, nostalgic for the old days, and the taste of the dishes is improved a little, and they feel that the left and right are not the same. Thinking about this capital, how many old dishes are there? Now there are only Jinfulou. Are you holding on?"

Wang De thought about it, and it was true.On this road, there were several restaurants serving old dishes like Jinfulou a few years ago, but now they are sparsely closed so that only Jinfulou remains.

"So, if Jinfulou wants to continue to do business, it must change. In my opinion, it doesn't matter whether these old customers' evaluations are good or bad. What I want is innovation that combines the tastes of young people! Otherwise, you think Why should I ask you to be a chef?" It's just that you still have some innovative skills!

This method of beating a stick and giving a sweet date made Wang De obedient, and he closed the door happily. He wanted to go back to the kitchen to educate his little apprentice.

In the quiet room, Han Yubai closed his eyes, his fingers constantly moving on the table revealed his emotions at the moment.

He is restless.

"I don't agree! Xiaobai, what was your grandfather's original intention for establishing Jinfulou?" Lao Han was so angry that his fingers trembling while pointing at Han Yubai.

"Grandpa is the cook in the Qing palace." Han Yubai replied expressionlessly.

"Wrong! Wrong!" Lao Han fell heavily on the sofa, "Do you think your grandpa just looked at his old recipe? This recipe has been passed down from generation to generation, our family There is no one in the ancestors who was a cook, only your grandfather, with his own strength, has opened the Jinfulou until now."

"Your grandpa never cared about his identity. What he was afraid of was that after many years, you, your descendants, and your descendants' descendants will no longer know what the food on the recipe tastes like." Old Han sighed In one breath, he knew that no matter how much he said, his son would not be able to listen.

Jin Fu Lou seems to be a gold-lettered signboard, but apart from the old antiques like him, how many people will go to these time-honored brands now?
Young people like candlelight dinners and steak salad with red wine.

Han Yubai patted Lao Han on the back, giving him a smooth ride, and his eyes flashed brightly: "You should rest at home and take care of your health. I'll take care of the Jinfulou matter."

(End of this chapter)