Monster Factory Chapter 287: : The tempered designer
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"Why don't they grow chicken feathers?" Ye Qing asked all the people who came here for the first time, repeating questions.
Zhi Zhi (至雉) Restaurant.
The pheasant also means chicken in the old saying, and this name is very appropriate.
But if you give Ye Qing ten more years, he would never have thought that there would be such a shiny chicken without hair growth.
"Haha ~"
Ye Qing looked confused, which made Xiao Jun smile very proudly, and his vanity was completely satisfied.
"Because this kind of chicken is the biggest sign of this restaurant, naturally there must be something different."
"This kind of rooster has been carefully raised on the mountain since childhood. When it grows up to be slaughtered, it is put in a jar and soaked with secret sesame oil."
"You can soak the chicken feathers in one day, then pour out the sesame oil and move here. For a whole week, I only feed spring water mixed with wine."
"The chicken is an ordinary chicken, but the way to grow it is cumbersome anomaly."
Xiao Jun has an endless aftertaste expression: "I have eaten the signature dishes in this restaurant, I don't know how many times, but I never get tired of it."
Ye Qing didn't hold back, took out cell phone and took several photos of them who didn't grow feathers, and then sent them to Dou Dou.
Go through the corridor and walk into the interior of this restaurant. Ye Qing and Xiao Jun waited for 20 for a full minute before they got a seat.
Ye Qing looked around at the other table guests and ordered all the signature dishes.
"Two chickens in the altar, two stir-fried seasonal vegetables, crab noodles tofu, squirrel mandarin fish, and a bottle of black label Shikumen." Xiao Jun is familiar with the road and does not look at the menu.
"Okay, please wait a moment, please." The waiter smiled and wrote down the menu.
One altar chicken eight hundred and eighty, this meal is worth about three thousand, which is not expensive, but it is obviously not cheap to eat three thousand for two people. The most important thing is that this place has its own characteristics. No matter how good the Five Star Hotel is, it can be as numerous all over the country.
While the chef was preparing the dishes, Xiao Jun came over mysteriously and said that after the meal, he would take Ye Qing to a place.
Usually, a business partner at the dinner table whispered in this tone to go to a certain place after dinner.
That is usually a good place, and it can only be a place for men.
Unfortunately, Xiao Jun is not such a person. He told Ye Qing that the place he went was related to the problem that this time asked Ye Qing for help.
Originally Xiao Jun was going to bring the materials to Zhongyun, but now Ye Qing has come to Shanghai and went directly to the location of the problem, which is naturally more intuitive.
Ten minutes later, two gilded porcelain altars were brought over by the waiter in the dining car.
The shape of the porcelain altar is quite unique. It is divided into upper and lower layers. The upper layer is a small steamer-like dish. Inside are neatly stacked one layer baked chicken with crispy skin and tender inside. The bottom one layer is milk-white, and several chicken bones are used. A thick soup made with Dabu ingredients.
The fragrance that makes the people’s tongue and taste buds bloom, curls up from the porcelain altar.
Xiao Jun swept the saliva with his tongue, Ye Qing couldn't help taking a long breath, and nodded in affirmative compliment.
The black-label Shikumen was also opened, and Xiao Jun filled Ye Qing with a glass, saying that eating altar chicken with Shanghai Shikumen wine is the most delicious.
"Hehe ~ looks at you with a pigtail. I thought you usually drink coffee and smoke a cigar Shanghai style. [Love ↑Go to △小↓Talk △Net WwW.AiQu]" Ye Qing picked up a piece Put the crispy chicken in your mouth and bite it down, feeling that it is not chicken at all, but a different flavor composed of tender and juicy.
There is also a faint aroma of wine, and a tingling scent that makes the tongue feel tingling.
Two dishes of seasonal vegetables and crabmeat tofu are also delicious, but they are a bit worse than the one I tasted in Jinxi last time.
After a few glasses of wine, the words of Xiao Jun gradually increased.
The industrial foundation often determines the height of the building. The two are interlinked. Xiao Jun ate and talked, and seized the opportunity to ask Ye Qing about some metal materials.
His question is also quite innovative. For example, he asked if metal can be plated, can one layer metal be plated on the ground?
Also, nowadays building decoration likes to use plaster lines to make flower shapes, can we use metal lines to do it, which is as shiny as car chrome strips?
Deserving to be the leading architectural designer in China, several questions raised by Xiao Jun are all an impact on the traditional decoration field.
"As long as you don't care about the cost, do what you said, there is no major technical problem." A plate of chicken was eaten by Ye Qing, the small plate was removed, and Ye Qing began to taste the thick soup again.
The chicken soup is delicious, and the bones inside are also crispy. Ye Qing accidentally ate a piece, which felt like eating crispy bones.
No matter how fragile the bone is, it is also a bone.
Ye Qing threw away the bone that had been bitten in half, and continued to solve Xiao Jun's confusion, while silently writing down the various ideas put forward by Xiao Jun in his heart.
I don’t have to say, these ideas can be applied to the Monster Heavy Industry building.
merely talked and talked...
Ye Qing's eyes slowly shifted to the chicken bone that was bitten in half.
Ye Qing was puzzled first, then turned into a well-concealed sullenness.
This meal is Xiao Jun, Ye Qing naturally wants to save some face for Xiao Jun. Even if you find something, you can't say it and show it to others immediately.
I didn't know that the chicken was eaten before, but now Ye Qing will definitely not touch the chicken soup in the porcelain jar again.
The Zheng Huan conceived by Xiao Jun did not notice the slight changes in Ye Qing's face. He sips the wine and the thick soup, and from time to time Ye Qing drank more soup, saying it was a tonic.
Wait for Xiao Jun quite contentedly, and drink the milk-white thick soup almost time. Xiao Jun only noticed that Ye Qing's soup was almost at all.
"I also tasted a few mouthfuls of soup, it tastes very good." Ye Qing smiled: "merely I don't like soup on weekdays."
"By the way, Old Xiao." After a few glasses of wine, Ye Qing changed his name: "How many times have you come to this store?"
"There is no 50 time, but 30 five times. These chicken soups contain liao ginseng, sea cucumber, and saffron. When people get older, they like to replenish qi, blood and nourish essence." Xiao Jun is not quite understandable. Ye Qing said with a smile: "Every time I come, I must order the signature chicken."
"Multiple supplements are not necessarily a good thing. You still don't come to this store in the future." Ye Qing was afraid that Xiao Jun would not be able to accept the result at once, but it wouldn't work without telling him the truth.
"Why?"
Xiao Jun noticed a trace of anxiety from Ye Qing's words, and he put down the wine glass and chopsticks to listen.
After hesitating for a while, Ye Qing leaned into Xiao Jun's ear and told Xiao Jun the facts he had discovered.
"This...this...this..." Xiao Jun was stunned for a long time and finally recovered, the expression on its face quickly changed from red to green: "Waiter!"
No one answered for the first time, Xiao Jun immediately raised the volume and called a young girl.
"Go call you Manager or Boss." Xiao Jun's voice was cold.
The young waiter smiled and said, "Sir, is it our service. Is there anything you feel dissatisfied with?"
"Are you asking me to repeat the words?" Xiao Jun's eyes ~IndoMTL.com~ are all outrage(d).
I touched the gray-nosed waiter and left, perhaps because she felt that Xiao Jun was a little unreasonable. When she called Manager, she still reviewed Xiao Jun frequently.
One minute later, Manager in a black uniform came.
"Sir, this is Manager of Zhi Zhi (至雉) Restaurant, what can I do for help..."
Xiao Jun stood up without saying a word, directly picked up the porcelain altar, and "banged" to the ground.
"Kang Hua ~"
The porcelain altar is like the incredible retina of Manager, split into countless pieces, and the remaining soup inside splashes Manager all over.
The noisy hall suddenly solidified, and the diners next to them turned their heads, looking at this side with solid expressions.
No one expected that this little old man who looked quite literary and artistic, had a temper as violent as a shrew, and fell off the plate without warning. (To be continued.) cell phone customer(s), please browse and read for a better reading experience.