Another World’s Fruit Tycoon

"Brother Liang, now this olive is in hand, can I follow you and see how to make this olive dish?" Wu Hongyuan's meaning is very simple, he finally got on line with the senior, he wanted to take this opportunity to follow the senior Gain insight.

　　 You must know that since the brothers left, Wu Hongyuan came to Copper City. Their brothers hadn't worked in a kitchen for a long time. Wu Hongyuan also wanted to know where the brothers are now.

"Since you want to learn, then go to Lead City with me." Liang Guoyun has nothing to hide from Wu Hongyuan's idea of ​​learning art. After all, they learned from the same master at the beginning, if Wu Hongyuan could If he is better than himself, he should have had some results when he started with Liang Guoyun, and he wouldn't be mixed up like this.

　　Wu Hongyuan temporarily handed over his shop to his nephew, and just followed Liang Guoyun to Qiancheng.

　　 "Chef, you are back."

　　 From the beginning, Wu Hongyuan was overwhelmed by the battle at the restaurant where Liang Guoyun was located. More than two dozen chefs followed Liang Guoyun to welcome him, but his senior brother didn't even nod his head, so he walked directly into the back kitchen. Wu Hongyuan followed behind with a bag of olives.

　　 "Confirm the order, when is the most recent one?" Liang Guoyun asked the assistant behind him.

　　 "Chef, the day after tomorrow, Mr. Liu will hold a birthday banquet for her mother. It is a special nature."

　　 "Are there any specific requirements?"

　　 "The old man has a cough recently and wants some food to moisturize his lungs."

　　 "Moisten the lungs?" Liang Guoyun didn't expect the olives he brought back this time to be used so soon.

　　 "Prepare the ingredients that need pretreatment, and change the soup the day after tomorrow and replace it with olive snail broth."

　　The assistant silently noted Liang Guoyun's request and began to prepare. Liang Guoyun turned and continued to say to Wu Hongyuan: "I see that you have almost forgotten the basic skills. Practice more today and tomorrow."

　　 This sentence basically has set Wu Hongyuan's work these days, just preparing vegetables and cutting vegetables Wu Hongyuan has to prepare hundreds of catties a day, as if returning to the time when he was an apprentice.

　　 "It seems that the basic skills are just unfamiliar. I have practiced well in the past two days, so I can follow me." When Wu Hongyuan didn't know what Liang Guoyun meant, Liang Guoyun took him to a kitchen on the top floor of the restaurant.

This kitchen is more luxurious than I have been in before. The so-called luxury does not mean how advanced the kitchen utensils and stoves are. On the contrary, there is even an earthen stove piled in it. The luxury by Wu Hongyuan refers to the kitchen. Put the ingredients.

　　 "These are bought by the layman's investment boss to fill the storefront, why? Junior brother is very interested?" Liang Guoyun's tone was full of joking.

　　 My junior is not only incapable of cooking, but his eyesight is very short-sighted. All he sees are these precious ingredients, but he doesn't know that in Liang Guoyun's eyes these are all waste.

　　 Liang Guoyun's favorite thing is to use common ingredients in the home to make tastes that ordinary people can't match, and to break the appetite of the guests since childhood. This is Liang Guoyun's favorite challenge.

　　 It’s like the olive snail soup for the old lady of Liu’s family today. As long as you can make good soup, there are few who can’t make this dish, and the ingredients are simpler.

　　 sliced ​​snail meat, olives, minced pepper, and bobbin bones are all available in the Chaoshan area food market, but it is difficult to make this soup.

"Son, I have said that it is not appropriate for us to come to the hotel for your identity!" The son is more or less an official, so the old lady has always paid attention to this aspect, and she is used to being frugal, so she appeared in Liang Guoyun's Very uncomfortable inside the hotel.

　　 "Mom, there is no big deal, I chose the smallest private room inside, just my family."

　　 "It's all my family members, so there is no need to eat outside. Wouldn't we make it at home? The food in this hotel is not to Mom's taste."

　　 "Mom, it's rare to have a birthday for you, just listen to me."

　　 In the end, the old lady still couldn't help her son, so she could only come to the hotel. Liu Jiahang took the old lady to the elevator behind the hotel in a familiar way, and the elevator directly took them to the 20th floor.

　　 In Liang Guoyun’s hotel, he only entertained the guests on the 20th floor directly. Today, the only guests on the 20th floor are Liu Jiahang’s family.

　　 "Mr. Liu, the soup prepared by our chef today is olive snail soup, and the side dishes are..."

　　 "Why didn't I order the shark fin with vegetable sauce before?" Liu Jiahang raised an objection for the first time, after all, the menu had already been set a long time ago.

　　 "What kind of shark fin to eat? It's so expensive. Just order this olive snail soup. It just happened that I have some coughing in the past two days."

　　 What she didn't know was that the price of olive snail soup was three times that of shark fin in vegetable sauce.

　　 Liu Jiahang saw that the old lady had already spoken. In order to avoid annoying her, he finally ordered the olive snail soup as she said, but even if he wanted to change it, Liang Guoyun would not agree.

When the olive snail soup was delivered, it was placed in a large casserole, which made Liu Jiahang very unhappy. You must know that he had ordered a cup of beautiful soup before. This olive snail soup is probably cutting corners. the result of.

　　 On weekdays, Liu Jiahang is a guest of other people. He has never come here to eat by himself. I didn't expect that the first time I brought my family to dinner, I would encounter such negligence. It seems that the owner of this store is a little bit ignorant.

　　 "Son, why don't you eat it? Come on, Mom will serve you a bowl." Then the old lady of the Liu family got up to help her son serve soup.

　　 "Mom, sit down, and I'll give you a lot more."

　　 The soup in the casserole is boiled and clear, and it is not turbid in the ceramic bowl.

"This soup is really good, like the taste your grandma gave me when I was sick." The familiar pepper scent and the scent of bones and flesh, the snails with the sweetness of seafood, the sweetness of olives and the touch of almonds The fragrance makes the old lady feel warm after taking a spoonful of soup.

　　 "When I was sick when I was a child, my mother would cook this olive broth for me. I didn't expect my son to cook this soup for me when I was old. I'm really blessed to say it."

　　 "Mom, drink more if you like it." It's hard for a daughter to buy the old lady's like. Liu Jiahang didn't expect the old lady to praise this soup so much.

Liu Jiahang himself also served a bowl~www.readwn.com~ and found that this soup is similar to the soup cooked in his own home, but the unique fragrance inside is a bit more amazing than the homemade taste in memory, no wonder his mother Would like it.

　　 Liu's old lady is not very interested in the next few dishes, but she has a soft spot for this bowl of soup.

　　 "Mom, since you like it, next time we will come here for dinner, what do you think?"

　　 "No, it's too wasteful. This soup is also a taste when we go back to cook it. There is no need to be so wasteful."

　　 The next day the old lady went to the food market and bought the ingredients. She was going to learn the soup from the restaurant, but she didn't expect to stew a pot of plain soup. Every ingredient was right, but the taste was not that taste anyway.

　　 Looking at the delicious soup that I had only eaten yesterday at the dinner table and the disappointed look of the old lady, Liu Jiahang instantly knew what her mother was thinking about. She actually liked the taste of the soup yesterday, but she didn't want to go again to save money.

　　 Then Liu Jiahang knew it in his heart. He drank the soup his mother had cooked without changing his face, pretending to be unaware.

Since then, everyone around Liu Jiahang knows that the place to invite him to dinner can only be set at Yinghai Restaurant, and when he leaves, he will definitely pack a piece of olive snail soup. The price of this soup is not cheap, just a pot. It will sell for 2288 yuan, but the people who come to eat here are either rich or expensive. Do you want Liu Jiahang to do things like this?

　　 The sky-high price of 2,000 yuan per catty olive went around in Liang Guoyun's hands, and his value doubled again. So the olive is cheap, and it is really fine.