I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 240 Business exploded
The Mid-Autumn Festival is full of moonlight, and Haiqin Restaurant is in full swing.

Not everyone goes home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. Many people working in Yinghai in foreign lands, students who are not going back for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and workers at nearby construction sites will most likely choose to go to a restaurant to have a meal tonight.

We may not be able to reunite with our families during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but even if we are thousands of miles apart, it would be good to enjoy a full moon together.

The restaurant was buzzing with people.

Song Wenqin was sitting at the bar. Although the restaurant had hired several chefs, in this situation tonight, Zhang Zhaohai naturally had to cook and help himself.

Upstairs and downstairs in the restaurant, waiters were constantly walking through the restaurant, very busy.

"If our family's business were like this every day for three hundred and sixty-five days, it would probably be a big boom." Zhang Zhaohai walked out of the kitchen and moved closer to Song Wenqin with emotion.

"Aren't you thinking too beautifully?" Song Wenqin was amused. "If we really want the business to be like today, we will have to open branches by the end of this year, and at least a few more stores next year. Within three years, it is not impossible to open ten or eight stores. Just keep dreaming."

"That's true. If we really want to have eight restaurants out of ten, we will be very successful." Zhang Zhaohai smacked his lips.

"Our family isn't prosperous enough now?!" Song Wenqin's eyes widened, "Don't be too greedy."

After a while, they were taken to a location in the hall and made to sit down.

"Boss, why don't you take a whole day off? Everyone has been working non-stop recently, and we are all a little tired." Ono, a newcomer to the directing team who just graduated, muttered.

At the table not far away, a dusty man only ordered a plate of egg fried rice, but he ate it alone with tears in his eyes.

For example, in a restaurant like this, it's impossible to say how delicious the food is, but it has a good atmosphere and many regular customers. It's okay to eat whatever you want.

Of course he was happy, but he was just a little disappointed.

An inexplicable thought flashed through Zhang Zhaohai's mind, but he didn't take it seriously.

The three people at the table looked over in surprise.

Because... they are all the same mediocrity, just filling their stomachs.

Yes, their three-person team is him, the leader of the directing team, taking one of his team members, Ono, and the food consultant Lao Zhao to come down first to look for materials.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival night, as long as a qualified restaurant, business will not be too bad.

"Madam boss, are there any private rooms?" Liucheng came up and asked.

When he reached middle age, he did not create any good conditions for his son. Later, all the changes in the family were actually brought about by his son.

As soon as I walked into the restaurant.

"After all, I rely on my son." Zhang Zhaohai sighed inexplicably.

They and their group are members of the directing team of a food documentary on the Penguin Video Documentary Channel called "The World Has Taste".

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. We have been tired from running recently, so we will get together for a rest." Liucheng looked back at several members of the directing team in the car.

He looked at Lao Zhao, the food consultant in the passenger seat.

"Come on, let's see if there is a private room."

"Are you tired of complaining now?" Liucheng said with a smile, "Just this one, Lao Zhao, okay?"

He, Lao Zhang, also misses Lao Ji Fufeng!
However, speaking of it, the business tonight was surprisingly good. Many customers who just came in for a look decided to eat as soon as they walked in.

At this moment, Song Wenqin was busy, but she was busy but not in a hurry, and the checkout and reception were carried out at the same time.

Not far away, a cry of surprise suddenly came.

Each episode of the show has a theme, and each theme is assigned to a team of directors.

"There are no private rooms?" Liucheng was not surprised. He was only half-joking, "It's not because there are few of us, so we don't have private rooms, right? Don't look at the small number of us, but we all have plenty to eat."

"I'm sorry, the private rooms are all full now. We can still make arrangements in the lobby." Song Wenqin smiled and walked out to receive the reception, "Shall I take you there now?"

The three of them walked in and went straight to the front desk.

Their group is responsible for the episode [Home].

"It's so delicious. I've been out here for so many years! I wanted to try the fried rice made by my grandma countless times, but unfortunately I never had the chance! I didn't expect it to be here..."

"Huh?" Liucheng looked at the bright lights and bustling crowds, and felt a sense of intimacy and familiarity in his heart.

"Come on, Lao Zhao, you are an expert, come and order." Liucheng handed Lao Zhao the menu and directly handed over the ordering responsibility to him.

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At this moment, outside the restaurant, an SUV with a foreign license plate slowly stopped at the door.

It's like...like I'm home.

"Okay, eat whatever you want." Lao Zhao nodded and said nonchalantly.

Obviously they are in a foreign land at the moment!
"It's strange, this restaurant feels quite friendly." Old Zhao took a casual look and said.

"What are you doing for me? You can order whatever you want. This is not a Michelin restaurant." Old Zhao shook his head and smiled, but still took the menu. "What's the point? Really."

Song Wenqin called her aunt to come over to receive her, and hurried to the bar.

“I really didn’t expect to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival outside during my first year at work.”

After a moment, the three of them got out of the car and walked straight to the restaurant called Haiqin Restaurant.

"Impossible, come here, please." Song Wenqin said with a smile.

There were almost no guests who came in and left.

He has a very picky taste and is very strict about food. For him, except for those restaurants that are really famous, eating anywhere else is the same.

"Ah?" Ono from the directing team saw this and said inexplicably, "Maybe it's just the Mid-Autumn Festival and you miss home?"

Lao Zhao looked away, shook his head and smiled, and was about to order.

There was another sigh from the next table.

"This Mid-Autumn Festival, I can't go back home, and my work is also a mess. I didn't expect that I can still taste the taste of home here. It's worth it!" This is a white-collar guy who is burying his head at the moment and can't help but feel guilty. Talk to yourself.

Around more tables, many diners seemed to be in a strange state. Some ate in silence, savoring the food carefully, while others were amazed and unbelievable.

In the eyes of the three directors and directors, all the living beings around here are really confusing and puzzling.

"No...maybe today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they are all people who couldn't go home for the reunion dinner." Liu Cheng also made the same statement as Ono.

People are all moved by the scene.

"Is it that mysterious?" Old Zhao laughed, "You see, I haven't been home for so many years, not to mention the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is rare to go back during the Spring Festival. Do you think I will burst into tears? It's really weird! "

In his eyes, he felt nothing about the behavior of these people, and even felt a little tempted to laugh.

We are all adults, why do we still have to touch the scene while having a meal? How fragile is that?

While he was thinking this, he lowered his head and looked at the menu... Well, I was struck by the scene, right? By coincidence, there happened to be a local dish.

He wanted to see how he could move people.

After a while, he ordered a few dishes and handed the menu to Ono.

"Xiaoye, you have to spend the holidays outside in the first year of your work, right? You actually need to get used to this kind of work life and be stronger. Don't be like those people around you who just eat a meal and have your eyes full of enthusiasm. It's really not like that." Zhao said with a big brother attitude.

"Oh." Ono nodded obediently, then took the menu and ordered a few items that pleased his eyes. Those who come out to make documentaries about beautiful things are not the kind of people who eat small intestines.

At least everyone has to be a foodie.

The three of them ordered dishes for four or five people.

While waiting for the food, a few people chatted, made plans for the next step, and reviewed several stores that had inspected the ingredients.

"The theme of this episode we are doing is home, so the topic and the restaurants we choose must be down-to-earth. It is best to be a treasure store that opens in other places and is regarded as a treasure by many students and tourists who are away from home. To put it bluntly, it is The taste of hometown found in a foreign land," Liucheng said.

"As soon as I start eating, I feel like I'm back home."

"Yes, it's in this direction. The ones we found earlier are pretty good." Xiaoye nodded quickly, "But..."

"But what?" The other two people looked at Xiaoye at the same time.

This made her a little stressed.

"But... I think that although our documentary is about gourmet food, the core soul is humanities, so it's not enough to just talk about how delicious this store is. There must be something that directly touches the soul." Ono said weakly. .

"I'm not saying that the previous idea is not good, it's just that..."

"I understand, you're right." Liucheng nodded, "To put it bluntly, it's almost something that can resonate with and touch people all at once. I'm still considering this."

Lao Zhao doesn't care about this. He is just a food consultant. Other humanistic ideas and how to impress people's hearts are not within his scope of consideration.

After a while, the food started to be served.

The dishes that were served first were ordered by Liucheng and Ono. They were home-cooked dishes that they usually eat.

There are braised prawns, fried chicken, and a farmhouse soup.

"Eat, Lao Zhao." Liucheng greeted. "While it's hot, look at the color of the braised prawns. You can tell it's done right."

Ono had already stood up with a smile and scooped out a bowl of soup to warm his stomach.

"You guys can eat first, I'm not in a hurry." Old Zhao smiled, poured some tea first, then lowered his head and picked up his phone to reply to a few messages.

On the side, Liucheng and Ono have already started.

"I'm so hungry." Xiaoye picked up the spoon and started to drink the soup. As she drank, her eyes widened, and she quickly took several more sips.

That's it...that's the taste.

This is the soup that my mother has made for a long time!

How come this taste is exactly the same!

"Are you okay?" Liucheng looked at the hungry little girl Ono, and slowly picked out a large shrimp, then peeled the shrimp with his hands and slowly ate the shrimp meat.

Why··

The chewy shrimp meat pops open in your mouth, and the rich aroma suddenly blooms.

There is an extremely familiar taste in this fragrance.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt as if he had returned to his hometown. This was the taste that his uncle had often made for him since he was a child.

Open your eyes and return to reality.

This is not my hometown, but just a restaurant in a foreign land.

"It's so delicious." Liucheng lowered his head and said nothing. He just immersed himself in eating, his eyes moist.

He missed his old uncle.

On the side, Lao Zhao, who finally finished replying to the message, raised his head and was about to eat, but suddenly noticed something strange on the dinner table.

The two people in front of them were all engrossed in eating.

While I was eating, I was still reminiscing, my eyes full of thoughts.

"No, are you all hungry?" Lao Zhao said incredulously, "Although we have a simple meal for lunch, you don't eat less?"

"It's so delicious, it's really delicious." Ono took one mouthful after another, stretched out his hand to indicate, pulled out a tissue, and wiped his tearful nose and eyes. He didn't know that they were caused by hot smoke. Or what?

Old Zhao opened his mouth and looked at Liucheng again.

"you?"

"The strong wind blew my eyes." Liucheng silently wiped the corners of his eyes and blinked.

"One by one, are you possessed by evil spirits?" Lao Zhao felt ridiculous. "No, is it necessary to eat hometown food like this? I'm not exaggerating. Even if my mother were to cook me a dish in front of me, I wouldn't be like you, right?"

His mother passed away early, ten years ago.

Just as he was talking, the waiter brought another dish of Hunan stir-fried pork.

"This dish looks okay, but it's not even close to the authentic stir-fried pork we have. For example, the chili peppers used are not quite right. The meat may not be tender enough because it has been fried for a long time." Lao Zhao said as a gourmet food Consultant, pick up the chopsticks and pick them up.

Before I even ate it, I gave a very sharp review of the meal.

"I'll eat some more and see." As he said that, Lao Zhao put the stir-fried pork into his mouth with a very nonchalant expression.

Then he chewed it twice, and then chewed it twice more.

"this··"

His expression was frozen and he couldn't say a word.

Obviously... the chili was not authentic, and the meat was not fried enough, but the taste was surprisingly consistent with the taste in his distant memory. Even the oil's strong fire and slightly burnt aroma are exactly the same.

That was the stir-fried pork that his old mother often made for him!

He has not tasted this taste for more than ten years!
"I, I, I..." As he ate, his lips trembled, and he had completely lost his composure.

An old face, with tears streaming down its face, quite indecent.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, are you okay?" Liucheng was frightened when he saw Lao Zhao's appearance. He quickly took out a tissue and handed it to Lao Zhao, "Come on, wipe it quickly."

Xiaoye also looked at Lao Zhao with a strange expression.

This old Zhao is usually the most picky about food. Every time he eats a meal, he can make a lot of comments.

Professional is a professional. But it seems that this person is too sour and wordy.

Why did you lose your composure today?
After a long time, Lao Zhao's mood finally calmed down. He just buried his head and pressed his nose with a tissue. Then he started to dig into the rice, eating the stir-fried pork with chopsticks, as if he had to eat enough for today's meal, as if he wanted to make up for it. It’s a pity that I haven’t tasted this taste for more than ten years.

Yes, Lao Zhao admitted that he was being tough.

Countless times, every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he felt like eating the stir-fried pork cooked by his mother again, and he dreamed about it.

Unexpectedly, today, in a restaurant, I would taste the smell that I have been dreaming about for countless times at night.

The three of them each had their own feelings and realizations.

A table full of dishes was eaten cleanly.

(End of this chapter)