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

Chapter 167 Who asked you to cook here? !
Everyone followed Su Qingfeng's gaze and realized that from some unknown time, an old man with brown eyes and gray hair and a straight nose appeared in front of Su Qingfeng.

The old man was wearing a suit and uniform, holding a cane in his hand and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He looked less like a businessman and more like a gentleman who had stepped out of a medieval oil painting.

When he heard Su Qingfeng's words, he blinked his eyes. Those deep brown pupils were full of wisdom and mystery.

I only heard a series of fluent Mandarin spoken from the old man's mouth.

The pronunciation of that language is even more standard than many people present from all over the world.

The old man smiled and said, "Hmm... It smells very good, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, green onion, ginger and garlic... Well, there is also a little dried chili... It's a very creative idea... Hey, why not Didn’t you smell something?”

At this moment, Su Qingfeng only saw the panel suddenly change, and a new task prompt appeared on it.

[Side mission - Canton Fair: Sell canned braised pork. The final mission reward will be given based on the completion of the mission.Note: There is a chance to get skill-based rewards. 】

When Su Qingfeng saw the last "skill-based reward", his eyes flickered slightly. He seemed calm, but in fact, he was already a little excited in his heart.

Until now, in addition to honing his cooking skills through the system space, his two biggest golden fingers are the two skills of golden tongue and food and drink.

It can be said that every skill helps him in leaps and bounds.

Thinking of this, Su Qingfeng became very interested in this side task.

The smile on his face became brighter and brighter. He watched the old man with brown eyes naming all the seasonings in the braised pork. Seeing the chef next to him, his expression changed, but Su Qingfeng Smiling nonchalantly.

I know the spices, but I don’t know the proportion of the spices, the types of seasonings, and the last unknown seasonings, so I still can’t reproduce the same braised pork.

Not to mention, if you want to make a pot of braised pork, you need just the right heat and a variety of fresh raw materials.

When the old man finished reporting the types of spices inside, he took a deep breath, and then looked at Su Qingfeng expectantly, "It really looks like a perfect pot of braised pork. You need me to help you identify it." , the quality of the braised pork?”

Hearing this, the chef next to him almost rolled his eyes.

Just tell me if you want to eat?Why do all the bells and whistles?
They are talking about spices and helping to identify them. Why are there so many dramas?
Su Qingfeng's smile remained unchanged and her attitude was excellent, "Of course."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of braised pork of a suitable size, alternately fat and thin, like a slim and beautiful woman.

When the old gentleman saw this piece of braised pork, he swallowed slightly unconsciously.

But at this time, he had not forgotten his identity as a calm food auditor, so he just took a small bite reservedly.

Su Qingfeng looked funny.

Just when a small piece of braised pork entered his mouth, Su Qingfeng saw the old gentleman's eyes suddenly light up, as if his eyes were shining, and then he ate the whole piece of braised pork in one bite.

He chewed quickly and swallowed the braised pork completely. Then with an expression that could be described as intoxicated and confused, he sincerely praised:
"Oh my god, this is simply a stroke of God. This is simply more tempting than the legendary forbidden fruit..."

When Su Qingfeng heard this, his brows trembled.

This damn level of polish is really... strange.

After finishing the braised pork, the old gentleman took off the hat on his head, made a slight gesture, and praised, "This young man from China, I have to say that you are a great chef. At least in this country, The braised pork you make is what fascinates me the most."

Although Su Qingfeng felt that the old gentleman's wording was a bit cliché.

But Su Qingfeng was quite happy that the food he made was highly praised by diners.

and so……

“Would you like to place an order for canned braised pork?”

Although Su Qingfeng's craftsmanship impressed the old gentleman, as a businessman, shrewd vision is essential.

Su Qingfeng had only aroused his interest before, but wanting him to pay real money to order this batch of canned braised pork... Obviously, it hadn't reached this point yet.

The old gentleman took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully. Then he glanced at the foreign merchants gathered around him and asked a fatal question:

"I admit that your craftsmanship is indeed good. But you didn't make the canned food yourself. How can you guarantee its taste?"

Hearing these words, Song Lingzhi felt slightly excited, but at the same time, because of a series of previous events, he had to look forward to Su Qingfeng's answer.

Su Qingfeng seemed to think for a while, and then answered seriously:

"I guarantee that the secret recipe of the canned braised pork was developed by me and the two master chefs Fang Jidong and Xie Baolu. But canned food is an assembly line product after all. If you want to make it taste exactly the same as freshly made braised pork, that is absolutely impossible. impossible."

"I can't tell such nonsense just to sell the first order, thereby losing subsequent orders. But I can assure you that this canned braised pork replicates at least [-]% of the taste of freshly made canned braised pork. I think this is enough to stand out among today’s canned boiled pork.”

"In addition, Honggang Town Food Factory will continue to launch follow-up products while ensuring profitability, such as canned mushroom meat sauce, canned braised beef, canned curry mutton..."

What I said earlier deeply touched Song Lingzhi's heart. What Su Qingfeng said was exactly what he wanted to say. Even because Su Qingfeng personally participated in the research and development process, these words were spoken by him and are more referenceable.

But...what the hell is that paragraph at the end?

What kind of canned mushroom meat sauce, what kind of braised beef, what kind of canned curry mutton...

why!
He has never heard of a factory director!
This way of drawing a big pie is too skillful!

Su Qingfeng didn't care about that much, no matter what, he wanted to fool the foreign merchants first.

Anyway, as long as the follow-up funds are in place, canned beef and canned mutton will be used as waste!
To be honest, the old man was a little moved.

Not only was he excited about the canned food, but he was also excited about Su Qingfeng's ability.

In Su Qingfeng, he saw his passion for food and his strictness in striving for perfection.

This Chinese boy may not be the top gourmet chef yet, but with this energy, the old man believes that if he is given a certain chance, he can climb up.

The most important thing is that if one day... the canned food developed by him may bring him huge profits.

He took a deep look at Su Qingfeng, and then seemed to make a decision:
"Can we talk more about this?"

Song Lingzhi felt as if he was dreaming.

"Ah? Ah!"

He quickly tightened his expression to prevent himself from smiling so hard that his teeth were exposed, and he managed to look like a factory director. He took a few salesmen and carried the briefcase he had bought at a high price from the Shanghai stock market. , just enough to show off.

As the conversation progressed, Song Lingzhi felt as if he was in a dream when the first order was officially signed.

Except for the beginning, the scene was a little difficult, but everything after that was like a miracle!

And all of this... is related to Su Qingfeng.

Although Song Lingzhi didn't say anything, he was extremely grateful to Su Qingfeng in his heart and prepared to reward Su Qingfeng when he returned to the Black Province.

It can be said that this trip south would never have been so easy without Su Qingfeng.This is simply a blessed general!

After he signed the contract and looked back, he couldn't help but be shocked.

It turned out that without knowing it, the group of people led by Song Lingzhi used some method to get an iron pot that everyone had, and then started cooking on the coal stove.

Every master chef began to fry his own specialty dishes.

Some master chefs even found all the casseroles and prepared to show off their soup-making skills.

Dadongbei also has its own secret recipe for making soup!
When Song Lingzhi saw this scene, his eyes went dark.

Who is it!

Teach you how to sell things!
He turned his attention to Su Qingfeng, who was still trying the braised pork for each customer.

Because more and more foreign guests came, Su Qingfeng had to cut the braised pork into small pieces again and again.

Not that no one complained at first.

But when they ate the braised pork, their original anger dissipated instantly due to the fragrant and delicious taste.

In addition to the braised pork that Su Qingfeng was stewing, the salesman next to him also got inspiration from it, opened the can of braised pork and heated it, so another hot aroma spread in the venue.

Seeing more and more people, Song Lingzhi, a master in the industry, consciously rolled up his sleeves and left.

Song Lingzhi was a little nervous at first.

Does the Canton Exchange allow cooking in the venue?

Or...actually...that's okay?

However, this anxiety, as Song Lingzhi signed one order after another, like snowflakes, the last trace of nervousness in Song Lingzhi's heart disappeared without a trace.

He didn't have to close his eyes, he seemed to be able to see a lot of foreign exchange coming in the direction of Song Lingzhi.

The commotion here is getting louder and louder. As the number of foreign businessmen gathered increases, other food factories and canned goods sellers come over to observe this scene and want to learn some experience.

It's just that this so-called experience... is just a row of tall Northeastern men, holding pots and ladles, banging and banging there?

Especially the braised pork, the aroma... is simply amazing!
When these salesmen saw this, they quickly ran to their seats and began to recount what they had seen and heard.

The director of a food factory in a large southern province pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "It seems that the wisdom of the masses is endless. Since the first crab has been taken by others, we cannot fall behind and fight for it." If you do No. 2, you can take a sip of the soup."

With that said, the chef he sent to the team also imitated Su Qingfeng and started cooking.

This chef is good at stir-fry. Although the color of the stir-fried vegetables is fresh and tender, mixed with the aroma of lard, it is even more tender and crispy.

but……

This vegetable stir-fry looks good and can make passing foreign businessmen stop and look at it.

But before the chef could chuckle, the foreign businessman moved forward again.

He muttered to himself, it looked good...but it didn't have the aroma of braised pork.

Especially the sweet taste of braised pork obviously just scratches the itch of foreign businessmen.

Who can resist a plate of sweet braised pork?

……

At this moment, several photographers with cameras walked into the conference venue.

If Su Qingfeng were here, he would find that these people were none other than the two reporters in the car opposite Su Qingfeng on the train.

In addition to the two of them, there were four or five reporters. They looked around and seemed to be seeing the Canton Fair in Yangcheng for the first time.

One of the reporters couldn't hold himself back. He raised his camera and took a picture of the entire venue.

Behind them, they seemed to be carrying various equipment.

Even when moving with them, they were a little cautious.

At first glance, one would think that this equipment should be quite expensive.

Seeing this scene, the person in charge of the venue next to him almost burst into laughter.

If he could serve these reporters well, take more photos, polish the articles in newspapers, he, the person in charge, could get a promotion and a salary increase.

These days, writers like journalists are not only respected, but also treated well.

In addition to having to travel here and there every day, it may be difficult for some people to accept it.

But for those who really love this industry, it is an extremely wonderful thing to be able to travel all over the country, witness various customs and customs, and capture moments with a camera.

Just like...the current Canton Fair.

The person in charge of the Canton Fair smiled like an old chrysanthemum. He was shrewd and showed just the right amount of flattery.

"Comrades, it's not easy to make a documentary this time. I have already made arrangements for you. Go and wash up first, and then have a good meal. Just think of it as me taking care of you."

One of the reporters immediately laughed when he heard the word "dinner". He raised his hand and said, "No need to eat. I see you have quite a lot of food here."

After saying that, the other reporters also laughed.

What's going on at this year's Canton Fair?
Have you saved enough to cook on your own coal stove?

But the problem is... iron pots, shovels, various coal stoves and briquettes, how do you think... are they more expensive?

Hearing the reporter's laughter, the person in charge turned his head and saw that the originally lively and serious Canton Fair had unknowingly turned into many food stalls.

His eyes darkened.

Who the hell came up with this idea?
This is too... Hey, it seems that I didn't say that this is not possible...

The person in charge held his chin, lost in thought.

　Today’s bag is as diligent as ever, so I’ll give you a reward!

　　There is more to come later, I am writing with more power...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)