Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 145 Skill: Food and Drink Come from the Same Origin
When Su Qingfeng left, Aunt Hu was still a little enthusiastic.

Su Qingfeng was a little puzzled at first, wondering if this Phoenix brand bicycle was so powerful?

But when he saw Aunt Hu's daughter and when she waved the girl to come to the door to talk, Su Qingfeng suddenly understood.

Co-author He now has a job and a big bicycle. In the eyes of Aunt Hu, he has become a favorite as a son-in-law?
Su Qingfeng was so frightened that she got on her bicycle and rode out.

No, doesn’t Aunt Hu know that her daughter already has someone she likes?

When Su Qingfeng went to their house to chat, he happened to see the girl writing a letter. When she wrote the letter, her expression was not too exciting, and she just had to carve a few words on her forehead-Girl Huaichun.

After Su Qingfeng left, Aunt Hu's daughter walked out slowly without saying a word.

This would scare Aunt Hu to death.

Immediately, she started scolding, "You look like a complete brat. You don't know how to speak to anyone, and you don't show off at all. I'm saying this, isn't it all for you?"

After hearing the last sentence, the girl raised her head and said impatiently, "Mom, I already have someone I like. Don't get involved in this matter."

Aunt Hu was startled by the thunder, and almost jumped. For a moment, she surrounded her daughter asking questions, fearing that the graves of her eighteen generations of ancestors would be dug out.

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While Aunt Hu and her daughter were talking, Su Qingfeng was already riding his bicycle to the state-owned hotel at full speed.

A bicycle gave him the feeling of riding a motorcycle or a supercar.

People on the road looked at Su Qingfeng with envy.

This is a Phoenix brand bicycle. In the town, there are only a handful of people who own this brand of bicycle.

When we arrived at the state-owned hotel, we couldn't help but exclaim again.

A brand-new bicycle was parked at the entrance of the state-owned hotel, which attracted Chen Meilan and Lin Mingliang to come over and touch the bicycle carefully.

Lin Mingliang admired Su Qingfeng even more.

Either he is a master chef.

The roads are wide, the tickets are plentiful, and you can even get a bicycle of this brand.

With this in mind, Lin Mingliang treated Su Qingfeng more respectfully when cooking today, and even took the initiative to take on a lot of work. No matter how much Su Qingfeng tried to dodge, this solid-eyed boy still got everything done. almost.

In the afternoon, when the store was free, Su Qingfeng saw that there was nothing he could do in the kitchen, so he simply ran to the front to take a breath.

Not long after I entered, I saw a young man supporting an old man as he walked to the state-owned hotel.

The old man's clothes are simple and don't look like much, but the young man is wearing a green military uniform and has a shaved head. He looks very energetic and looks more eye-catching.

At this time, there were still not many people wearing green military uniforms in Honggang Town.

Su Qingfeng cooked herself a bowl of Pianerchuan and ate it deliciously.

After staying in the Northeast for so long, it’s nice to miss the southern flavor once in a while.

He was slurping noodles, which attracted the old man and the young man.

The toppings of Pian'erchuan are usually pickled vegetables and bamboo shoots in the south.

But obviously, there is no such thing as bamboo shoots in Heilongjiang Province, so Su Qingfeng just added a few vegetarian vegetables as a substitute.

It's just that when you taste it, it still lacks that "umami" flavor.

At this time, Su Qingfeng discovered that with the skill "Golden Tongue", although he could perfectly grasp the secret of seasoning, he also had higher and even more picky requirements when it came to eating.

The state-owned hotel was empty. Su Qingfeng did not pay attention to the movements of the old man and the young man. Instead, he took advantage of the meal time to silently observe the rewards for completing the medicinal diet side task.

In addition to the bicycles that have already taken the road, there are also 1.5 points and the intermediate lottery that has just opened.

The mid-level lottery offered one thousand points at a time, so Su Qingfeng simply used up all five thousand points.

[Get 50 pounds of Fuqiang powder*1]

[Get a hair blowing and hair cutting knife*1]

【Thank you for your patronage】

[Get Classic Shandong Cuisine·Nine-turn Large Intestine Teaching Phantom*1]

[Acquire skills: Food and Diet are of the same origin - according to the improvement of the deliciousness of the medicated diet, the effect of the medicated diet is also improved]

After Su Qingfeng saw these five consecutive strokes, he had a reaction in his mind.

Withdrawal!
Whether it's Fuqiang fans, kitchen knives, or teaching phantoms, they are all what Su Qingfeng needs right now.

But the most important thing is the last skill that has the same source of medicine and food!
A golden tongue has benefited Su Qingfeng a lot, and he even participated in the research and development of canned food.

So... what kind of changes will it bring if medicine and diet come from the same source?

For a moment, Su Qingfeng didn't even think about eating.

I can't wait to run back to the kitchen and get ready to try making a medicinal meal.

He lowered his head and was lost in thought when he suddenly heard a sound.

He saw the old man and the young man sitting in front of him.

Su Qingfeng noticed that the older man had dark circles under his eyes and seemed to have symptoms of long-term sleep disorder. This was further proved by the bloodshot eyes and thin figure.

I heard the young boy next to me, a little worried, whispering, "Chief, you have slept for an hour since yesterday and haven't even eaten a few bites of breakfast. I heard that the braised pork in this state-owned restaurant is excellent. If you want it, No, I’ll find a way…”

The elder leader he was talking about waved his hands and said solemnly, "We are here to serve the people, not to gain privileges. This kind of concept is unacceptable. We will eat whatever everyone eats... It just so happens that I don't either Hungry."

The so-called not hungry, for this chief, means that his mouth is bland and tasteless.

In addition, due to a long period of poor sleep, his head hurt from meal to meal. Not to mention eating greasy things like braised pork, even just thinking about it in his head made the old chief feel a little nauseous.

Su Qingfeng glanced at him without trace, only to see that the tasks on the panel were updated again.

[Trigger special mission - trace the origin, do you accept it? 】

[Reward: Unknown]

[Note: If the mission fails, there will be no penalty]

A special mission, this was the first time Su Qingfeng had encountered such a mission, and there was no reward for failing the mission, so Su Qingfeng simply continued.

The moment he accepted the mission, the font on the panel changed again.

[Tracing the Origin·[-]: Zong Baoguo, as the deputy division commander of the military region, came to Honggang Town because of a secret past incident... He was exhausted mentally and physically due to years of mental exertion, and suffered from sleep disorders, neurasthenia and other symptoms. 】

[Please use the knowledge about medicinal foods you have learned to improve his sleep quality. 】

Secret past?
Su Qingfeng was a little confused about this Riddler-like mission introduction, and he was a little guessing in his heart.

But when he thought about it, it still didn't feel right.If this Zong Baoguo is the third uncle who disappeared that year, he is not the right age.

But anyway, he wasn't going to solve mysteries and become a detective. Su Qingfeng simply focused on the medicinal diet.

He swallowed Pian'erchuan, then raised his head blankly, showing a somewhat reserved and frightened look. He looked at the old man in disbelief:
"You...you are the chief?"

Zong Baoguo finally waited until the young man in front of him spoke.

Judging from his appearance, he didn't speak just now, probably because he was frightened by his identity.

But that's right.

Who would have thought that the head of a military region would suddenly run into a state-owned hotel in a small town?
That is to say, he is in a special situation now and is just here to investigate some things.

Thinking in his heart, Zong Baoguo swept the face in front of Su Qingfeng without leaving a trace.

It was said to be noodles, but he could still tell that it was Pian'erchuan, a daily snack unique to Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province.

The appearance of such a bowl of Pian'erchuan in a state-owned restaurant in Northeast China attracted Zong Baoguo's attention, which is why he sat across from Su Qingfeng.

Seeing Su Qingfeng being cautious, Zong Baoguo tried his best to smile and look more friendly, "Little comrade, are you a frequent visitor to state-owned hotels?"

Su Qingfeng has been working for so long now, and has long since changed his clothes. Whether he is in a town or a provincial capital, he can be regarded as decent.

It's no wonder that Zongbao National Congress thinks he has the ability to eat in restaurants every day.

When Su Qingfeng heard this, he immediately laughed, "How can you? I am the chef of the state-owned hotel here."

Zong Baoguo and the young people around him looked at each other, a little surprised.

It’s rare to see such a young chef.

Zong Baoguo became interested and said: "Then this piece of Erchuan..."

Su Qingfeng grinned, "I did it. I usually like to think about it, and sometimes I like to go to the scrapyard to look for some junk and look for recipes. I actually found a few books. I thought it was good, so I tried it. I made it a bit and it’s quite to my liking.”

Not to mention, for people like Zong Baoguo who have no taste in their mouths and don’t want to eat greasy food, a bowl of refreshing and slightly salty noodles is indeed a good choice.

But he was still a little hesitant: "Today's state-owned hotel...it seems there is no Pian'erchuan, right?"

Su Qingfeng laughed loudly, "Don't worry. These are all the leftover ingredients from lunch, and they won't be wasted. I'm a cook, how can I still be unclear?"

The guard looked at Su Qingfeng and felt that this kid was quite brave. He was a little stunned just now, but when he talked about his areas of expertise, he was full of confidence.

only……

Before Su Qingfeng left, he seemed to say something inadvertently, "Old chief, you look like you are not sleeping well at night. As the old saying goes, if you can eat and sleep, you will live a long life."

"You haven't slept well at night, you've been in low spirits during the day, and you've lost your appetite. This won't work in the long run."

The old chief was not surprised that Su Qingfeng could see this.

Anyone who is not blind can see the bags and dark circles under his eyes.

He waved his hand and sighed, "What can I do? I don't like to drink the bitter medicine. I feel nauseous after drinking it, and I can't eat anything during the day."

Su Qingfeng suddenly realized, and then he didn't talk nonsense.

Walking into the kitchen, he started kneading the dough in a familiar manner.

Taking advantage of this moment, Lin Mingliang peeked his head secretly, "Master Su, where is that old man from? Why is there a green military uniform next to him?"

Su Qingfeng kicked him angrily, "Why don't you say this to me, old man? Wait until you say it outside. Let's see if you get beaten!"

Lin Mingliang shrank his head, a little scared: "That's not it...what is his background?"

Su Qingfeng said calmly: "He is an old chief."

Lin Mingliang suddenly became weak and did not dare to make any more "wild talk".

The process of making kanergawa is not difficult, but making a bowl of plain noodles delicious also tests the craftsmanship of the maker.

For Zong Baoguo, Su Qingfeng obviously achieved this.

He picked up a handful of noodles, blew them briefly, and put them into his mouth. He rolled the noodles with his strong hands and chewed them thoroughly in his mouth.

Coupled with the refreshing and slightly salty pickled vegetables, and the smooth and tender texture of the noodles, a double layer of taste buds blooms in the mouth.

Unknowingly, Zong Baoguo actually sucked up a whole bowl of noodles, making the guard next to him clenched his fists with joy.

This was the biggest meal the old chief had eaten in a month.

The guard glanced at Su Qingfeng. This time, his eyes were no longer wary and cautious, but more grateful.

Even at this moment, he was considering the possibility of abducting the chef Su Qingfeng.

Sometimes, it's not that the other cooks don't know how to cook, but that the cooking style doesn't match the old chief's appetite.

I didn't see that Su Qingfeng's cooking skills were not earth-shattering, but he was able to win the old chief's favor with a bowl of Pian'erchuan.

Seeing that Zong Baoguo was enjoying a good meal, Su Qingfeng finally expressed his true thoughts: "Old chief, there is no way you can continue like this. Since you don't want to drink Chinese medicine, how about taking Western medicine?"

This little old man was quite stubborn. When he heard about Western medicine, he quickly waved his hand, "Western medicine is expensive, and it is [-]% poisonous. It's better not to take these things if you can."

Su Qingfeng sighed secretly, no wonder he could only use medicinal food.

He tentatively asked, "Have you ever thought about trying medicinal diet?"

Medicated food?

The old chief had really thought about this idea before, but because he could hardly afford to eat now, and Chinese medicine was suppressed, it was really not that easy to find someone who was truly proficient in medicinal diet.

He was a little moved, but he was not swayed so easily.

In fact, more than anything, he still had a bit of distrust in Su Qingfeng.

He definitely believed in the craftsmanship of the little master.

Because the taste of this piece of Erchuan is almost exactly the same as the taste he used to eat in Hangzhou.

In their words, it is the taste passed down from the old tradition.

But the problem is that when it comes to medicated meals, deliciousness is secondary, and the most important thing is to have correct TCM syndrome differentiation and prescribe the right medicine.

Zong Baoguo had heard before that someone used [-] grams of ginseng to make soup and ended up suffering from a cerebral hemorrhage.

Therefore, when it comes to medicated food, you can’t just eat it blindly.

He made up his mind and wanted to ask himself about the possibility of taking this medicinal diet, but in response to Su Qingfeng's almost suggestive self-recommendation, he began to act stupid and perfunctory:
"Medicinal diet... Well, it's not like I haven't heard of it before. It's just that I haven't thought about it yet... I'll talk about it next time, I'll talk about it next time..."

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