Hardcore Chef Dad

As far as Feng Yifan is concerned, his life is now back to ordinary, and his daily life is slow and fulfilling.

Accompanying his wife and daughter,

Taking care of his father-in-law,

Teach the apprentice again.

It's really very pleasant.

In sharp contrast to Feng Yifan's life like a paradise, Su Lanxin should be busy from morning to night.

Because she is based in China, there may be many times when meetings for some senior executives of the company need to be held in the evening, or even late at night.

But Su Lanxin still persisted every day, and maintained a very standard daily routine.

After washing up this morning, after a brief breakfast, Su Lanxin immediately asked the secretary to arrange a car and rushed to the train station because she was going to pick up a very important person, her uncle.

It’s just that Su Lanxin didn’t know that her uncle, who was an assistant when her father attended the state banquet, arrived half a day earlier.

After leaving the hotel and getting in the car, Su Lanxin confirmed the time with the secretary: "Are you sure it's eight o'clock in the morning?"

The secretary also looked through his own records and seriously confirmed: "Yes, the high-speed train that Master Zhuang took arrived at 8:10, and the chef's plane will land after 8:30."

Su Lanxin said calmly: "Don't worry about it over there. That filial son will pick up his father. Let's go to the high-speed rail station."

The secretary sitting in the front row spoke to the driver, and then the car started to leave the hotel and rushed to the high-speed rail station.

It's just that Su Lanxin didn't know that her uncle, old man Zhuang Daozhong, had arrived a day earlier. In the morning, he took his great-grandson to the farmer’s market and met Feng Yifan twice.

Zhuang Daozhong led his great-grandson Zhuang Zhebin to stand in front of the door of Fujing Building, surrounded by a small lake with a literati charm. He smiled and asked, "Xiao Bin'er, who do you think will come to eat morning tea in this kind of place?"

Zhuang Zhebin looked around.

Although Fujing Building is located outside this small lake peninsula, the opposite of the intersection is a very prosperous city. However, such an environment like Fujing Building doesn't look like a place to simply eat breakfast.

Originally wanted to give a few words of excuse, Zhuang Zhebin couldn't speak a bit in the face of this situation.

When Zhuang Zhebin was in a daze, with the sound of a whistle, a few cars drove slowly into the small lake peninsula where Fujing Building was located, and turned into the parking lot next to Fujing Building.

Soon, a group of people walked out of the parking lot.

It seems that those people do not know each other, but it is not difficult to see from the dressing up that they belong to a wealthy family. There are young people, middle-aged people, and old people with children.

Needless to ask, these people came to Fujinglou for morning tea by car.

Zhuang Daozhong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Xiao Bin'er, it seems that Grandpa Tai can't keep up with the times."

He was beaten if he was the grandfather, but Zhuang Zhebin's face was even worse.

This Fujing Building is like a scenic spot, coupled with those people who come to eat morning tea by car. Although I don’t know how the morning tea at Fujinglou tastes? But all this shows a word.

expensive.

Zhuang Daozhong deliberately waited for a while, waited for the group of people who had made a special trip to come to the door, and then walked into the Fujing Building with the others.

Then Zhuang Daozhong didn't speak, and listened carefully to the conversations among the groups of people entering the door.

"Dad, I heard that Fujinglou is the most distinctive place in the local area. You can eat the most authentic local dishes. The morning tea is also very famous."

"The environment here looks really good, I'm afraid this place is very expensive, right?"

"Dad, since I'm out to play, of course I'm looking for the most distinctive local food to eat."

"Well, the scenery here is really good."

"Are you from a different place? Then you are right. Now if you want to say that the morning tea is the most authentic, it must be Fujinglou."

"I have to eat with my parents in the morning, it's delicious."

"Oh, ha ha ha, thank you for the introduction."

"Dad, look, we came right? It really is local."

...

Zhuang Daozhong saw the group of people entering the door and stretched out his hands to pat his great-grandson: "Don't be stunned, Xiao Bin'er, let's go in and taste the most distinctive local morning tea.

Zhuang Zhebin returned to his senses and hurriedly escorted his great-grandfather into the door.

As soon as the old and the young entered the door, a waiter approached him with a smile on his face. After inquiring, he led the old and the young to sit down at a single square table.

Zhuang Daozhong looked around all the way. There are indeed many people in the morning tea lobby of Fujing Building, but there is no phenomenon of table-joining.

Sitting in such an environment is not like coming to have morning tea at all, but more like entering a certain scenic spot for a view.

Zhuang Daozhong always had a smile on his face, like an old man who hadn't seen the world very much. He scanned every part of the Fujing Building, and even looked at the scenery outside through the doors and windows.

When the waiter was about to introduce the Fujinglou morning tea, Zhuang Daozhong saw that there were people sitting outside surrounded by a small lake.

Zhuang Daozhong immediately pointed to the outside dining table and asked, "Can I sit there too?"

The waiter turned his head when he heard the words, and then replied, "You can sit there, but there is a minimum consumption limit. Do you want to change to the seat over there?"

After listening to the introduction, Zhuang Daozhong waved his hand with a kind smile: "Is there still a minimum consumption? That's not necessary."

The waiter was very professional, still keeping a smile on his face, and began to introduce the various meals of Fujinglou morning tea.

"Our Fujinglou morning tea meal features three diced buns, jade siu mai, melaleuca oil cake, of course, there are also other fillings for buns, and our Fujinglou master Baijian made a special five on the basis of three diced buns. Ding Bao..."

The waiter gave a detailed introduction, and Zhuang Daozhong nodded while listening, and listened patiently to the waiter's introduction.

Then Zhuang Daozhong asked: "Do you have any kind of miscellaneous cages here? Just give us one or two for each kind of steamed buns, which are mixed together?"

The waiter also smiled and nodded: "Yes, we can mix the cages in Fujing Building according to your preferences."

Zhuang Daozhong nodded and said, "Okay. Bring me a basket of miscellaneous baskets, two each for three diced, five diced, and two oil cakes, a cage of jade simmered wheat, one dried silk, and two bowls of porridge.

After finishing talking, Zhuang Daozhong looked at his great-grandson: "Look at Xiao Bin'er~www.readwn.com~ what else do you want?"

Zhuang Zhebin responded: "Grandpa, these are enough."

The waiter recorded it with the electronic ordering device in his hand, and also typed out the order and left it: "Please wait a moment, you two, you will receive the order, and it will be used at the door when you are leaving."

Watching the waiter leave, Zhuang Daozhong picked up the list to check the price, smiled and handed it to his great-grandson: "Xiao Bin'er, the price is really not cheap, do you have enough money? Don't look back and can't afford grandpa even for morning tea."

Zhuang Zhebin reached out to take the order and glanced at the final total price. He was a little bit dumbfounded.

The total price pointed by Zhuang Daozhong: 92 yuan.

Although I guessed that it would not be cheap to eat morning tea in an environment like Fujing Building, but a breakfast for two people costs nearly 100 yuan, which really makes Zhuang Zhebin a little speechless.

Looking around again, Zhuang Zhebin found some foreigners in the lobby, and he seemed to feel that the price seemed to be OK.

The things I ordered came up quickly, and in appearance, it did not disappoint.

While tasting, Zhuang Zhebin, intentionally or unconsciously, quietly observed Grandpa's expression.

Although Zhuang Daozhong was aware of it, he didn't lighten it. He just finished eating the food blankly, and finally drank the white porridge, putting down the bowl still blank.

Until he paid the money and accompanied the grandfather out of Fujinglou, Zhuang Zhebin finally couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa, what do you think of Fujinglou? I heard that it was Grandma Xin’s closed disciple who was in charge of it. It tastes okay for me to eat. ."

Zhuang Daozhong nodded and said, "Well, let's go. I haven't been to Huaicheng for many years. Let me take a stroll and go to Su Ji to eat at noon."

From the words of the grandfather, Zhuang Zhebin clearly heard the dissatisfaction, but he did not dare to say any more at this moment, he could only nod and accept it: "Okay."