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

Chapter 169 I heard that fried chicken comes with sweet and spicy sauce...

Deng Xiaoya felt shameless and went back dejectedly.

Xu Zheng stepped forward and chatted with Song Lingzhi for a few words. Seeing the bright smile on his old friend's face, he couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken.

If he had known...he would have poached Su Qingfeng first.

Chess is a trick!

But no matter what, it is now a foregone conclusion, and Xu Zheng can only congratulate Song Lingzhi, an old classmate.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this was really luck, and he couldn't stop it.

Song Lingzhi's day today, although there were occasional setbacks, was generally a happy one.

So when he returned to the guest house, he waved his hand and led the salesmen and master chefs to the state-owned hotel in Yangcheng for dinner.

Perhaps because of the Canton Fair, the flow of people from other places in Yangcheng has increased significantly, and even state-owned hotels are crowded.

This hard work of buying food eventually falls to the youngest salesperson.

By the time they bought the food and came out, there was already sweat on their foreheads.

Back at the guest house, a group of master chefs were very hungry and started eating rice.

After eating and drinking, I will start to comment on the meal.

“The food is a bit bland, but that may be a local specialty.”

"Yes, this plain-cut chicken is pretty good. The sauce is well-mixed, and the chicken skin is oily and yellow. It looks like free-range chicken at first glance."

Su Qingfeng was very low-key at this time and did not express any opinions.

But Song Lingzhi suddenly turned around and said, "Xiao Su, you have made great efforts in this Canton Fair. Moreover, the canned braised pork jointly developed by you, Master Fang and Master Xie has also been well received by foreign businessmen. As Honggang Town Director of the factory, after I return, I will apply to let you become a consultant in the food factory."

"Besides these...is there anything else you want?"

When they heard this, the other masters couldn't help but feel a little sour in their hearts.

But soon, they became calm again.

Yes, they all saw Su Qingfeng's performance all the way. It was almost certain that he would get the title of food factory consultant.

Nothing to be jealous of.

But they were a little emotional.

Previously, they boasted that they were high-level chefs and more experienced than the young Su Qingfeng.

Unexpectedly, I was slapped in the face now.

Although Su Qingfeng didn't mean to slap her in the face...

Su Qingfeng thought for a while, but said nothing else, "Director, can my seventh-level chef certificate be released?"

"Well..." Song Lingzhi thought for a moment, "Theoretically, you need to pass the test, but many of us here can serve as your assessment teachers. Today you have also proved your cooking skills. It's a little more relevant. , it should be possible to get it.”

Su Qingfeng nodded.

It would be better if that were the case.

It’s too troublesome to come and go from the provincial capital like this.

For Su Qingfeng, it was simply a waste of time.

After returning home, there are still a lot of things that have not been resolved.

I don’t know what’s going on with Third Uncle’s news.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a master master speaking to Su Qingfeng:

"Xiao Su, do you still have the hot sauce over there? I have a strong taste and can't eat these. I would like some sauce to stimulate it."

Su Qingfeng stuffed the rice rolls and took out two jars from the package.

"One is sweet and spicy, made with my milk, and one is sour and spicy, made by myself. It depends on which one you like to eat."

The master chef took a bite of the sour and spicy food and frowned.

It's not that it's not delicious...it's just that it doesn't suit her taste.

Then he tasted the sweet and spicy sauce in a tentative mood, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This is good, this is good! I'm so excited after eating it! It's so spicy!"

Su Qingfeng saw that he had smeared sweet and spicy sauce on the slippery rice rolls. It was so spicy that his mouth turned red, as if he had eaten raw chili peppers.

At the same time, there were sounds of admiration coming from all around.

The corners of Su Qingfeng's mouth twitched slightly.

He actually wanted to say that the sweet and spicy sauce was not that spicy at all.

But seeing how these people were enjoying themselves, Su Qingfeng silently kept her mouth shut.

Forget it, after all he brought more than one jar of sweet chili sauce and chutney.

……

The Canton Fair will be open for two full months, but according to the original plan, Song Lingzhi cannot stay here for two full months just to sell all the cans.

If this is the case, things in the factory may be in chaos.

But even though Song Lingzhi was mentally prepared for the unsalable canned food, he was still a little reluctant when he saw that the canned fruit had only sold a few orders.

It is true that the canned braised pork Zhuyu comes first, and the comparison with the canned fruit is too miserable.

In the venue.

Su Qingfeng and others were nestled in their place. The weather at the end of April was suitable for temperatures.

It was a bit stuffy inside the venue.

Outside the venue, an occasional gust of wind blew away the stuffy feeling and brought a rare coolness.

Su Qingfeng yawned and looked forward. Looking carefully, he was actually in a daze.

Suddenly, there was a noise not far away.

Blah blah blah blah, mixed with foreign language, and Trump who speaks fluently.

The salesmen who were originally listless also became energetic.

Is there something exciting to watch?

As soon as this thought came to mind, a group of people immediately stretched their necks and looked over there.

I could only hear the translator next to the foreign businessman, translating the foreign businessman's anger with great emotion.

"Garbage! Garbage! This is simply garbage among garbage! Did you put gunpowder or poison in the food? Why can't I feel my mouth and my lips are swollen!"

"You Chinese people have nothing to eat, so you can only eat this devilish food to fill your stomach?"

The salesman looked slightly strange when he heard this.

"He didn't eat the pepper, did he?"

With his good eyesight, Su Qingfeng saw the hairy blood that was brought out, and his expression was slightly complicated.

"Maybe... he just ate a bowl of Maoxuewang?"

The salesman was a little confused.

What the hell?
Why did Maoxuewang become gunpowder and poison among foreigners?
The two are simply incompatible with each other.

Several salesmen, plus the lively master master, dragged Su Qingfeng and walked towards the crowd over there.

Su Qingfeng took a closer look.

Well, they are all chefs from Sichuan Province.

Among the many iron pots in front of them, there are spicy chicken, Mao Xuewang, Mapo Tofu, saliva chicken and so on.

But these dishes have one thing in common: spicy.

For someone like Su Qingfeng who loves spicy food, I just couldn't like it any more.

I wish I could replace these foreign businessmen and then work hard.

A mouthful of Maoxuewang, a chopstick of drool-worthy chicken, and a little mapo tofu mixed into the rice.It's simply not too delicious.

The oil was spicy and the red oil was spread all over the place. Su Qingfeng felt like she was hungry again.

But the foreign businessman was still unwilling to give up.

"Compensate! You must pay! Where do you have the courage to bring this kind of poison to the Canton Fair? Is this the Chinese way of hospitality?"

The few foreign businessmen were making a lot of noise, and as more and more people came in, things became more and more serious.

Especially Chinese people, I really want to feel sorry for these Sichuan dishes at this moment.

There are hundreds of people with different tastes, and everyone has different taste preferences.

Take Chinese cuisine as an example:

Shandong cuisine pays attention to the six flavors, with salty and fresh seasonings as the main ingredients, focusing on adjusting the soup and pursuing the original taste.

The characteristics of Sichuan cuisine are numb, spicy, fresh, fragrant, tender and crispy.

Cantonese cuisine specializes in seafood, and is famous for its light, tender, fresh and crisp dishes, as well as its emphasis on authenticity.

For example, Jiangsu cuisine is divided into four cuisines, namely Jianghuai cuisine, Suxi cuisine, Yangzhou cuisine and Zhenjiang cuisine.

In addition, there are many cuisines.

But the foreign businessman in front of him, just because he didn't like spicy food and couldn't get used to the way of eating Sichuan food, killed all the Chinese delicacies with one stroke. Not to mention the Sichuan chefs who were scolded, even the other people present. I want to give this old guy a good beating.

If it weren't for the Canton Fair period, and I couldn't use harsh words, I'm afraid some grumpy people would have already taken action.

What else can I do?

Bear with it.

He is now the financial owner.

People are qualified to have a bad temper.

Who told us that we have no money, we are just selling things, and we can only let others pick and choose?

Seeing that the spittle of foreign businessmen was about to splash on the faces of those masters, Su Qingfeng, who had quietly left at some point, came back again.

He was holding several bottles in his hand, and in the bag on his left hand side, there was a large bag of processed chicken legs.

When Su Qingfeng rushed over like this, several master chefs and salesmen in the factory were shocked.

"Oh my god, how did you get so many chicken wings and drumsticks? Didn't it cost a lot of money?"

Even if you buy a whole chicken, you should just buy chicken legs and wings. I don’t know how much effort it takes.

In addition, there are shrimps and squid which are not common in the Black Province.

Su Qingfeng smiled and said, "It was the boy who took me to buy it last time. He has a wide range of ways and has methods."

After saying that, he pretended to be casual and said, "This... Can Director Song reimburse me?"

Song Lingzhi was suddenly called out, turned his head away, and coughed a few times unnaturally, "Qingfeng... Actually, if you are capable, you can still get the drip without reimbursement..."

Su Qingfeng just looked at him directly, and said in a resentful tone: "I have shed blood for the food factory, I have shed tears for the food factory..."

Song Lingzhi really couldn't stand his behavior anymore.

"Definitely! I'll reimburse you when I go back, okay?"

This guy does one thing after another.

Even though he was bleeding and crying, Song Lingzhi was convinced.

But as he watched Su Qingfeng walk towards the center of the crowd, he quickly realized something was wrong.

No!

Where are you, Su Qingfeng, going?
Are you in the wrong place?
Okay, why are you getting mixed up in that muddy water?
Su Qingfeng squeezed away a group of foreign businessmen. Those foreign businessmen wanted to yell, but when they saw Su Qingfeng's young and familiar face, their original words came to their throats and they swallowed them back.

Forget it, this Chinese boy is very good at his craftsmanship, so I'll forgive him for now.

But...what is the purpose of his appearance here at this time?

Could it be that he thinks that he alone can turn the tide here?

The foreign businessmen almost laughed out loud when they thought of this.

I saw Su Qingfeng coming to the master chefs who were cooking Sichuan cuisine.

These masters were blushing with anger because they were being ridiculed.

These days, they had only heard of a chef who was very good at making braised pork, and he also sold a lot of canned braised pork.

So they followed suit one after another, hoping to attract customers through this method.

Who would have thought that painting a tiger would not be the opposite of a dog, leading to the current bad situation.

Seeing Su Qingfeng's young appearance, they would never have thought that the person in front of them was actually the chef leading the trend at the venue.

One of the chefs wearing an apron said Trump: "My dear, don't come to this place, be careful you get scolded too~ Be good, let's go and have fun~"

What the hell?

Su Qingfeng thought that he was not so tender yet.

But he looked at the chef. He was older than his father.

No wonder……

Su Qingfeng squeezed in, skillfully found a clean pot, and then asked naturally: "Is there any oil?"

The master chef next to him was frightened by his calm attitude and asked naturally, "What is it for?"

Su Qingfeng thought for a while. When making fried chicken, it would be best to use palm oil, but there is a high probability that it is not available here. So it is not impossible to use inferior animal oil.

"Then let's have lard."

The master didn't hesitate and handed over a can of lard directly.

Su Qingfeng started without politeness, scooped out a big spoonful from it, and put it into the iron pot.

As the temperature rises, the lard gradually melts, making a sizzling sound, and a rich meaty aroma fills the air.

When Su Qingfeng took out the chicken wings and drumsticks, everyone keenly realized that these chicken wings... were wrong!
It turns out that these chicken wings and drumsticks have been blanched in advance, marinated with seasonings, and cut with a knife.

Those foreign businessmen secretly called Su Qingfeng a thief.

What he did was equivalent to directly cutting off their idea of ​​stealing the master.

snort!
If you don’t learn, you won’t learn.

After they return to China, they will be able to eat their own country’s delicacies. Why do we need these Chinese cooks... That’s weird!
I don’t know how Su Qingfeng marinated chicken wings and drumsticks.

When these things are put into the oil pan for frying, as time goes by and the oil temperature rises, the aroma seems to be released into the air along with the boiling bubbles in the oil pan at the moment they break.

The foreign businessmen standing nearby had not felt hungry before, but when they smelled the aroma, they suddenly felt that they could have another meal.

But there were still people who looked disdainful.

Isn’t there such a thing as fried chicken in their hometown?

They admitted that the fried chicken was golden and tempting, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It was really good.

But this is not unique to them.

And...does Su Qingfeng want to use fried chicken to sell any products?

Is it possible to stir-fry fried chicken with chili?
When thinking of this scene, everyone trembled in their hearts.

Su Qingfeng was seen clinging to the master chef next to him, and then under his confused eyes, he took out a bottle of sweet and spicy sauce.

The master chef was a little doubtful, "Is this thing... really spicy?"

Su Qingfeng smiled: "There are many flavors in life, and spicy food is one of them. In this world, there are not only sour, sweet, salty and bitter tastes. I think spicy food can also be liked. But everything needs to be done step by step."

"For those who have never eaten spicy food, don't try too spicy food for the first time, otherwise it will be counterproductive. This bottle of sweet and spicy sauce is just right."

The master chef was thoughtful after listening, but he pointed to another bottle of sauce: "Then... what kind of hot sauce is this?"

　First update, writing a book in a cat cafe, I feel so good.I've been in good shape recently, hope to keep it up
　　
　
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