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

Chapter 185 Abuse? !
Master Shao was also a little numb. When he heard Su Qingfeng offered to mix in the muddy water this time, he glanced at Su Qingfeng in surprise.

Qi Anguo didn't even need to speak, he refused first, "Comrade, I won't trouble you..."

Shao Chunlai was halfway through his words when he suddenly saw Su Qingfeng blinking, and he knew immediately.

I'm afraid Su Qingfeng didn't say it superficially, but just started it.

Shao Chunlai thought about it and decided that it was just a matter of quota for the construction corps. At worst, he would have to make up for it later.

Today he was in the wrong and allowed Qi Anguo to do whatever he wanted. From now on... we'll see.

Do you really think that he received so many leaders for nothing?

Thinking about it, Shao Chunlai took Su Qingfeng into the kitchen.

Shao Chunlai seemed careless, but in fact he deliberately tested Su Qingfeng's understanding of vegetarianism:

"I should call you Comrade Su. How do you think vegetarian dishes should taste like meat?"

Su Qingfeng thought for a while and gave the most certain answer, "Put lard in. If you want the food to have a meaty flavor, you basically have to add animal fat. Otherwise, cooking with vegetable oil will taste very bland."

"Secondly, you can also choose vegetarian dishes such as eggplant, tofu, and mushrooms, add various spices, such as garlic, star anise, etc., and add soy sauce..."

Shao Chunlai just wanted to test it out at first, but when he heard what happened later, he couldn't help but start nodding.

Su Qingfeng's thinking was very clear, and Shao Chunlai even doubted that Su Qingfeng could complete Qi Anguo's requirements even without him.

It's just that this level of perfection... still requires a question mark.

He was not good at vegetarian food, so when he saw Su Qingfeng sharpening his knife with great enthusiasm, he couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to do? How about you try it?"

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Su Qingfeng was a little confused.

On such an important occasion, a bet on the number of places in the construction corps, but he was asked to be the chef before he could prove his strength?
Su Qingfeng said hypocritically, "Is this... okay?"

Shao Chun came to see him like that, thinking that this kid was quite good at lying, and his brows were so happy that he was still pretending.

Shao Chunlai deliberately made a fierce face and said, "If it doesn't work, forget it."

Su Qingfeng quickly turned her head. The sound of chopping vegetables on the cutting board was regular and neat, as if it had a rhythmic beauty.

Although the pork was gone, Su Qingfeng still found half a chicken in the kitchen.

If half a chicken is taken out for cooking and placed on a plate alone, it will definitely not look good.

But to Su Qingfeng, this half chicken is just a condiment.

He turned his head and asked, "Do you have tofu noodles?"

Tofu nao is a specialty in Beijing, and its braised tofu is one of the best.

Almost people here have fried dough sticks and tofu puffs every morning. A bite of fried dough sticks is accompanied by a mouthful of tofu puffs. The cool breeze of early spring seems to drive the chill out of your bones.

Shao Chun took a look and said quickly, "Yes, there is some left in the morning. Is it enough?"

Su Qingfeng looked inside and then said, "That's enough."

Shao Chunlai suddenly had a strange feeling, whether Su Qingfeng was his killer, or he was Su Qingfeng's killer.

But cooking.

The most important thing is to concentrate.

Regarding Su Qingfeng's state, Shao Chunlai, instead of feeling offended, felt a sense of joy at meeting someone of the same mind.

The chicken soup was simmering slowly in the pot, and Su Qingfeng prepared seaweed and blanched shrimps at the side.

Coincidentally, there was no seaweed in the first place, but today we happened to be entertaining the leaders, so we prepared a little more food in the restaurant.

Now it's all cheaper for Su Qingfeng.

Chicken soup, seaweed, and blanched shrimps are poured on the tofu.

This dish is called Furong Tofu.

As for the other dish, Su Qingfeng was much more familiar with it.

It turns out that when he traveled to Hangzhou, he often liked to eat these vegetarian dishes.

For example, the vegetarian dish at Faxi Temple, the vegetarian roast goose at Jingci Temple, and the plain noodles at Lingyin Temple.

Looking back now, I feel like I want to revisit my old place.

But don’t go to Faxi Temple if you are looking for marriage...

When Su Qingfeng was still a student, after seeking marriage from Faxi Temple with his first love, his girlfriend became his "ex-girlfriend".

When recalling these past events, Su Qingfeng moved briskly, cutting the cooked yam into sections, then wrapping it in tofu skin, adding autumn oil, wine, sugar, melon, and ginger, and frying until the color was red and the skin was bright, like a roast goose. .

This is the recipe in "Suiyuan Food List". Su Qingfeng added shredded carrots, black fungus, bean sprouts and soaked day lily according to her own taste.

In this way, the layering and taste of the food are increased.

Su Qingfeng's vegetarian dish made Shao Chunlai nod frequently.

In addition to observing Su Qingfeng's proficiency in cooking, he also saw some differences.

That is, when it comes to the details of seasoning and spices, Su Qingfeng always seems to have his own opinions. From Shao Chun's point of view, this opinion is still a bit immature, especially when it comes to chicken soup, which Shao Chunlai is good at, but this already means that Su Qingfeng has Develop your own style instead of following a recipe.

This made him curious about the taste of this dish.

Shao Chunlai walked behind Su Qingfeng and watched him appear in the front hall of the state-owned hotel with two plates.

For a time, the shiny braised goose and the seemingly bland hibiscus tofu caught the attention of most people.

Qi Anguo squinted his eyes and looked at Su Qingfeng. He felt that he had seen this person somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

He snorted and said in a deliberately sinister manner, "Master Shao, you are really getting better and better as you live."

Shao Chunlai pressed his wrist on the table, which shook the table, but the bowl of hibiscus tofu was still intact.

"Do you want to eat? If you don't eat, you lose."

Qi Anguo snorted again.

Su Qingfeng sounded a little uncomfortable and asked sincerely, "Is it because of the discomfort in the nose? I am also good at medicinal diet and can help in this regard."

Qi Anguo stopped snoring, but his face turned red with anger. He glared at Su Qingfeng, then picked up a piece of roasted goose and stuffed it into his mouth.

The crispy but yet oily outer skin and the flavor of various ingredients wrapped together make every bite a brand new enjoyment.

The reason why Qi Anguo made such a big fuss today was to help his brother.

My brother didn't want to find a job in the city, so he came to ask Qi Anguo to find a suitable way out.

Young people.

Always passionate.

The good brother asked him for help. He was confused for a moment. Regardless of his ability, he took over everything at once. When he really thought about what to do, he felt like he didn't know how to start.It took a lot of effort to get Shao Chun here to find out the connection, but Shao Chunlai looked down on big boys like him the most, so Qi Anguo came up with such a crooked idea.

If you offend someone, you will be offended, as long as the brother's business is done.

But then again, because of this matter, he never stopped from morning to night, his saliva was almost dry, his stomach was growling with hunger, and he didn't dare to let others hear.

The moment he ate the vegetarian roast goose, with the "hungry" condiment, he stuffed piece after piece into his mouth.

Not to mention, this little chef is really good at making vegetarian dishes.

At this moment, Su Qingfeng came over with a smile.

"Is it tasty?"

"Hmm...that's it..."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Anguo was stunned.

Because... he looked at the empty market in front of him and found that there was no credibility in his words.

He chewed the roasted goose in his mouth faster, drank the hibiscus tofu next to him, and then burped slightly.

Su Qingfeng continued to smile, "Is it delicious? Comrade Qi, if you like it, say it loudly."

Comrade Qi's face turned green.

He is just arrogant, not a fool.

With the pretentiousness just now, even people who have never tasted it know that the taste of these two dishes is not much different.

No matter what Qi Anguo said, he still had his father above him, and it was okay for him to be arrogant at ordinary times. But if he dared to ruin his father's reputation outside, he was afraid that he would have to kneel in the corner when he got home, or reminisce... I haven't tasted this for a long time. Fried meat on bamboo board.

He looked at Su Qingfeng and wanted to snort, but when he thought of what Su Qingfeng had said before, he couldn't get up or down, so he turned around and left.

At this point, one thing has come to an end.

Shao Chunlai almost laughed when he looked at Su Qingfeng, who seemed to be taking care of the stove, but was actually dawdling.

Even if your cooking skills are good, young people are still very superficial.

Su Qingfeng obviously came here for the spot in the Construction Corps, but he was young and thin-skinned, so he was too embarrassed to ask for it directly.

This made Shao Chunlai feel a little closer to Su Qingfeng.

If Su Qingfeng really wanted nothing more, he would not dare to make friends with her.

He turned around, took out a stamped letter of introduction from his bag, and handed it to Su Qingfeng, "Okay, kid, isn't this what you want? Just take it out next time you need it. "

Shao Chunlai also knew that Su Qingfeng's designation was for others, but he didn't care.

You’ve already given it away, so why do you think so much?
……

Day after day passes.

Su Qingfeng's medicated diet had initially taken effect, but Shi Zhenhua was still dubious at first, until finally he started taking the old people in the alleys to the hospital for consultation, taking the list of pulse diagnosis by Chinese medicine, and then asked Su Qingfeng to come up with the medicated diet list.

This medicated diet list has also been verified by major hospitals in Beijing, but I don't know why, but the medicated diet prepared by Su Qingfeng's hand is not only more suitable in taste, but also more effective.

Doctors at the hospital also studied his medicinal diet, but in the end they could only attribute it to the techniques and details passed down.

After all, Su Qingfeng's medicinal diet was good, but fortunately it was not so good that it was beyond common sense.

It's the Dragon Boat Festival in two days.

Su Qingfeng thought that in half a month, he would be able to retire.

It would take several quarters or even a year or two to cure some problems with herbal medicine. Su Qingfeng also had to live his own life.

Therefore, making rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival this time can almost be regarded as a collective activity in the alley yard.

A group of old men and women were looking forward to it.

Several people gathered around Shi Zhenhua's yard. The old lady was okay. Although she had been exposed to this thing in her early years, the old men were clumsy there.

Jiang Jin, who has always been proud of his intelligence and pride in the alleys, frowned and looked at the rice dumpling leaves in his hand, almost turning the glutinous rice into a mummy.

In order to prevent Jiang Jin from wasting raw materials many times, there were two old ladies watching next to him.

He walked around for a long time, but he didn't figure out how to make the rice dumplings. In a fit of anger, he stood up directly and started wandering in the yard with his hands behind his back.

Su Qingfeng didn't make rice dumplings.

He thought about it for a while, bought a few kilograms of charcoal from Shao Chunlai, took the wild vegetables sent from his hometown in Heilongjiang Province, and made a big dumpling stuffed with shepherd's purse and tofu, which is also called rice cake in the south.

This stuff is new in the north.

Rice cake is a specialty of a place in the south. People in the south have rarely heard of it, let alone the north.

Tender tofu, plus fresh shepherd's purse in June, adjust the sauce, stir them together, wrap them into dumplings, and then bake them on a wire mesh set up over a charcoal fire. It doesn't take long for the aroma to come out. .

Just as everyone was immersed in the scent of rice cakes, a piece of clothes was floating at the open door of the courtyard. After a while, the face of an old lady was revealed.

Apart from her face being a little dirty, the old lady didn't have any scars, but the way she looked at the rice cakes was salivating, as if she hadn't eaten enough for days and nights.

Everyone looked at this scene and joked, "Xiao Su, the grandma you recognized is here to find you."

Su Qingfeng had long been accustomed to this.

He stood up, pulled the old lady over, fetched a bucket of water from the well, and carefully wiped her hands clean. Since it was inconvenient to wipe her face and there was no handkerchief at hand, he just wiped it casually.

Just when Su Qingfeng lowered his head and washed the old lady's hands, the old lady suddenly screamed incomprehensibly, and then tremblingly took out a half-bitten chicken leg from her pocket.

Although it is said to be half-cut, in fact, this chicken leg is basically just shredded meat. If you put it in a wealthy family, you might even feed it to dogs, which is a "wasteful" operation.

I saw the old lady holding up the chicken legs and passing them forward, "Su...eat...eat..."

Su Qingfeng looked at those greasy hands and miraculously did not feel disgusted.

He wanted to take it, but because the movement was too large, the old lady's sleeves suddenly shrank back to her shoulders.

Strangely enough, her clothes in the past were either a bit too short or had a few holes in them.

But today's clothes, although still dusty, seemed to be much wider, covering her exposed limbs tightly.

As a result, when her sleeves were shrunk like this, purple bruises and red whip marks suddenly appeared on her skinny arms.

There were even some wounds with blood seeping out.

The weather in June is not too hot, but it is not cool either.

Su Qingfeng simply didn't dare to think about what would happen if he wore such thick clothes with such wounds.

　The second update is completed, and the number of words to repay the debt is still coming together...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)