Life game

Chapter 428
At 11:30, Taifeng Building officially opened for business.

You can start ordering dishes from the order system at 11:11. If you have enough time, regular customers of Taifeng Building will usually sit down and choose dishes before [-]:[-], especially those who want to grab shredded yam and pure meat wonton.Li Hongzhang's chowder is slightly better, and there are only so many people who eat it, and occasionally it can't be sold.

Today is destined to be a day when the competition between shredded yam and pure meat wonton is extremely fierce, and the noon business has not yet started. The occupancy rate of VIP boxes on the third floor is as high as 3%.

"Drip drip drip drip..."

"Master, 6 servings of shredded yam and 3 servings of pure meat wontons!" Ji Xia, who was guarding in front of the tablet, shouted at the top of his voice.

"You prolong the production time by 10 minutes. The Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon on my side hasn't thickened yet." Jiang Feng also responded with a loud voice.

National Day is not only a challenge for all the staff of Taifeng Building, but also a big challenge for the diners of Taifeng Building.Those limited-edition dish kings who are free but not necessarily rich have encountered Waterloo today. Almost at the same time as the ordering system was activated, the waiters in the entire lobby heard more than one customer's "Damn", " Wipe", "Nani", "Fuck", "mmp", for a while the whole hall of Taifeng Building was as lively as a classroom where summer homework was being distributed.

Different from the hall where you can express your feelings directly, the diners in the boxes are relatively more tactful.

"How, how? Did you get it?" Mr. Zhou, a rich and free silk yam professional, looked at the tablet anxiously, and kept asking Ouyang who was holding the tablet, "Ouyang, did you get it? Oh, you really are, you squeak, show me the tablet."

"If you want me to say that the ordering system of this restaurant is too complicated, and there is an exclamation mark here, who knows if you have grabbed it." Ouyang, who once upgraded the game by himself, handed over the tablet To Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou took the tablet with a look of despair: "Ouyang, you are not too old to have presbyopia. Didn't you see that the one under the exclamation mark is sold out?"

"I just said I'll do it, but you're on the point, and you said that I was quick enough to help your son snatch some kind of instakill at home, did you get it in seconds? You grabbed the instakill that is limited to [-] copies Let's go!" Mr. Zhou, who didn't get the silk yam, fired at Ouyang full of resentment.

"Two gentlemen, please excuse me. May I ask if the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon should be served now?" The young and beautiful waitress, who had been standing quietly at the door watching the two diners about to quarrel, joined the battle and interrupted war situation.

"Now." Ouyang was suddenly excited, watching Mr. Zhou, who was still a little angry, comforting his old friend symbolically, "Okay, order again when you and your wife and children come over tomorrow, last time you ordered They didn’t let me order it, I was just curious so I said I came to grab it.”

"No matter how delicious the shredded yam is, it is still a dessert. What we are eating today is the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon."

"Didn't you come to eat after where?" Mr. Zhou decided to shake hands and change the subject.

Ouyang took a sip of the lemonade on the table, frowned, then turned to the waitress at the door and said, "Little sister, this lemonade in your house is not good, is there any tea?"

"What kind of tea do you drink when you come to Taifeng Building? If you want tea, you can go to Yongheju. Waiter, please have two cups of sour plum soup. I forgot to order some when I made the reservation." Mr. Zhou said.

"Sour plum soup is so sour." Ouyang sneered at Mr. Zhou's hobby, but he didn't refuse, "I would say that Jubaolou herbal tea is better, especially in hot weather. There is no comparison."

Mr. Zhou smiled helplessly. He knew that Ouyang was a big fan of Jubaolou since he grew up eating Jubaolou.In his heart, Jubaolou is definitely the number one restaurant in the world, and other restaurants have to stand aside.

Why is he not?
Mr. Zhou is a native of Peking. His father and Ling Guangzhao’s father are good friends. He also grew up eating Babaozhai’s food. In his heart, Babaozhai was the number one restaurant in Beiping, what Yongheju, Tongdeju , Ruyifang and the like are simply not comparable.

Unfortunately.

Hey.

Although the Jubao Building is not as good as it used to be, at least the signboard is still there, and the reputation of Mr. Sun is not too bad. Ouyang is boasting that Jubao Building is the number one restaurant in Guangdong Province.Babaozhai is completely useless, the master chef is not there, and the taste of the dishes is completely different from the original. Even if he wants to brag about Babaozhai with his eyes closed like Ouyang, he can't say it.

Seeing that Mr. Zhou sighed inexplicably, Ouyang didn't know what to say. Just when the waiter came in with two cups of sour plum soup, he decided to praise Jubaolou.

"What are you talking about, I think you just didn't drink herbal tea because the weather was hot. If you go to Jubaolou and herbal tea every day like me, you won't sigh."

Mr. Zhou:? ? ?

Mr. Zhou decided to take a sip of sour plum soup to calm down.

"Little sister, the sour plum soup has been served, why haven't the eight-treasure chestnut pigeons been served yet?" Ouyang began to urge the dishes.

He put down his business and came back from Australia specifically for the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon.

"The Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon needs to be cooked and then thickened. It should be served right away. Please wait a little longer, and I will remind you." The waiter said.

After the waiter left, Ouyang praised from the bottom of his heart: "Professional, even the waiter knows that the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon is thickened after it is cooked."

"Hey." Ouyang thought of some news he had heard before, and sighed involuntarily.

Hearing Ouyang's sigh, Mr. Zhou couldn't help laughing: "Yo, you haven't gone to Jubaolou to drink herbal tea recently, why are you sighing just like me. The conversation in Australia is not going well? Shall I help you find it? relation?"

Ouyang gave Mr. Zhou an expression that you won't understand: "There is no problem with the business. If there is a problem, I can still come back to eat with this spare time? I heard some gossip before that Jubaolou may really want to buy it this time." separated."

Mr. Zhou immediately sat upright, with a serious face: "Separation? Ouyang, you can't say such things indiscriminately. It doesn't matter if it is passed on by others or written by tabloid reporters. If it comes out of our mouths, it will be meaningful. It's different."

"I know, I thought it was a rumor at first, but I heard about it a few days ago."

"what's up?"

Even though there were only the two of them left in the private room, Ouyang still lowered his voice: "Sun Changning (Second Uncle Sun Jikai) sold all his overseas properties."

"Sold it? It's real or not." Mr. Zhou couldn't believe it. Sun Changning even sold the real estate, and Sun Changning wanted to go to heaven.

"Nine times out of ten it's true. Before the news spread, I got some rumors that the price is said to be much lower than the market price. It must be urgent money. Sun Changning has never been involved in pornography, gambling and drugs for decades. , Living like a model student, how could it be possible to suddenly be short of money and sell real estate at a low price." Ouyang sneered, "These two brothers of the Sun family are fighting each other, making it uneasy for a diner like me. Are you I don’t know how far the quality of Jubaozhai’s food has dropped recently, they are fighting with gods, and us unrelated passers-by have suffered.”

Ouyang's words can be said to be full of resentment.

"Elder Sun doesn't care?" Mr. Zhou asked.

"Mr. Sun is in the hospital. As you know, old man, it is easy to get sick again and again. Mr. Sun has not recovered much since the last time he was hospitalized. He didn't even go to Jubaozhai very much. He has been recuperating, otherwise Sun Can Chang Ning play the role of his filial son and grandson so blatantly fighting with his elder brother?"

"That shouldn't be the case. Mr. Sun is only temporarily hospitalized, and it doesn't mean he won't get well all the time. Isn't Sun Changning afraid that Mr. Sun will settle accounts with him when he recovers?" Mr. Zhou felt that the matter was not that simple.

"How can you settle accounts after the fall when you are all your own sons? The Huang family was in trouble before..."

The conversation came to an abrupt end as the waiter pushed the door open.

"Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, please use it slowly." The waitress brought the freshly baked Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon to the table, "Can I cut open the belly of the pigeon for you?"

"No, I'll do it myself." Ouyang took the knife from the waiter.

Looking at the steaming eight-treasure chestnut pigeon in front of him, which was full of color and fragrance, and at first glance looked no different from what Sun Guanyun did back then, Ouyang sighed involuntarily, and slashed open the belly of the pigeon.

The stuffing inside rolled out one after another, scattered half of the plate, and the stuffing that rolled out was covered with Gorgon juice.

It is as beautiful as a painting, which makes people reluctant to touch the spoon.

Just like when Ouyang ate the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon for the first time in Jubaolou.

Ouyang scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

Light but delicious, it seems to be the same as what I ate back then.

But it seems that something is missing, obviously it is also very good, but it is not as good as in memory.

Things are wrong.

　Naiyikou, the creator of "Infinite Horror", has the new book "The Prehistoric Calendar" and "My Pets Are Gods"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)