The Era of Hard Work

The brand-new black Audi car goes west along Jingqi Road all the way, until it turns left on Twelfth Avenue and turns south. Through the window of the film, you can see an antique building. On the roof of the gray foyer, there are three white The big characters - Taifeng Garden!

There is no parking lot in front of the hotel, but eight or nine parking spaces are marked on the sidewalk.

It was almost noon, and most of the parking spaces were empty. Lu Dong turned around and parked beside a Santana 2000.

Song Na, who was in the co-pilot, got out of the car first, picked up the sun hat and put it on her head.

Over the past few years, Song Na has developed a habit of wearing a hat every day.

Lu Dong got out of the car and locked the door, saying hello, Let's go in and try the time-honored brand.

Song Na smiled: Are we here to eat well?

Lu Dong responded casually, pulled her up and entered the restaurant. In the huge lobby, there were only three or four tables of guests eating quietly, but a few middle-aged female Party members behind the front desk were chattering, their voices seemed a bit loud .

No one came to say welcome or something, and no one came to guide them to a seat.

Several waiters glanced at Lu Dong and Song Na, and continued to chat.

The two knew the situation before they came, and they didn't mind, so they just found a place to sit down.

Lu Dong glanced at the hall, and it seemed that the figure of a man at the table in front of him was more or less familiar, but he didn't see the front, and he couldn't remember who it was.

Song Na greeted: Waiter!

Behind the counter, a middle-aged aunt came over with an egg in one hand and a teapot in the other.

The menu teapot was placed on the table with a smile on his face: Let's order.

After all, it has been 2000 years, and although the system of public restaurants is still rigid and well-established people still carry them, the pace of marketization is entering thousands of households, after all, it is much better than it was five or six years ago.

When Lu Dong came here, he wanted to taste the braised chicken. Naturally, he wanted to order this dish. As for the other signature dishes in Shandong cuisine, he was not very interested.

I have eaten Yang's Yellow Braised Chicken many times, and the taste is quite impressive, and it is impossible to imitate others.

After all, tastes vary greatly from person to person.

For example, Lu Dong, as an authentic Taidong native, cannot enjoy the nine-turn large intestine and stir-fried kidneys, which are very representative of Taidong cuisine.

Especially the latter, if the chef cooks it well, you can still have a bite, but if it’s not handled well, the taste...

Lu Dong ordered a yellow braised chicken, and Song Na ordered a stir-fried cattail dish and a hot and sour soup.

To drive, the two of them didn't ask for alcohol.

Soon, three dishes came up one after another.

Before Song Na moved her chopsticks, she drank tea and rinsed her mouth, then picked up a chopsticks of chicken breast, and tasted it in small sips.

The chicken meat is tender and delicious. The seasoning may use a variety of mixed spices, and the side dish uses dried shiitake mushrooms. The unique aroma is very strong.

It has characteristics and should meet the tastes of many Taidong people and even northerners.

Lu Dong swallowed the meat in his mouth, and his long memory seemed to be awakened, as if it was the taste.

But the finely cooked braised chicken in front of me tastes much better than the ones I have eaten before.

After thinking about it, it is not difficult to understand.

This is the delicate cooking of the back kitchen of the restaurant, which may be a bit better than the production line.

There is also a gap in the ingredients. The main dish may be rooster, not meat or even broiler chicken. It is difficult to say other ingredients, but the fragrance of dried shiitake mushrooms is stronger than that of fresh shiitake mushrooms.

Relatively fresh ingredients are better than spice packs plus frozen semi-finished products.

Lu Dong asked, How is it?

It's not bad. Song Na's evaluation was quite pertinent: The stewed chicken tastes pretty good.

Lu Dong said directly: I came here just for this dish, braised chicken with white rice, even a god would not change it.

Song Na couldn't help laughing: Is it so delicious?

It's not so delicious. Lu Dong said with another meaning: Do you still remember the pork rib rice restaurant I pointed out to you when I came here? Those restaurants are all single-dish restaurants, and there are a few in Quannan that have opened chains.

Song Na knew Lu Dong well, and after hearing what he said, she understood: Your idea of ​​making braised chicken is to make it a restaurant with a single dish of braised chicken and rice? Like a pork rib rice restaurant?

Now it's just a plan, and Lu Dong can't say in detail: It's roughly the same.

In the middle, Lu Dong went to the toilet. The toilet in the building was broken. To go to the toilet, he had to go out the back door of the restaurant, go through the large yard behind, and go to the old-fashioned pit toilet.

After Lu Dong walked this trip, he realized that Taifeng Garden is really big. Even the warehouse, the restaurant and the courtyard, it might not have four or five acres of land.

What happened here? When Lu Dong thought about it carefully, he only remembered that the residential area on Twelfth Avenue was stretched, and those close to the road seemed to have turned into high-rise residences.

This time I came here mainly to confirm whether the taste of this braised chicken is the same as that of the other. By the way, I met Yang Feng, the successor of the former Fuquanju.

Confirming that the stewed chicken was right, Lu Dong called Xue Tian directly when he was walking back.

After calling back, Lu Dong simply explained to Xue Tian without avoiding Song Na.

After Lu Dong hung up the phone, Song Na asked in a low voice, How do you understand it?

Xue Tian inquired about a lot of related information, and Ma Ming asked someone to help provide some of it. Lu Dong turned his head left and right, looked around the hall of Taifeng Garden, and asked, Hei Dan, what do you think we can do under the table? This time-honored brand, with modern management to operate the time-honored brand, does it have a future?

Song Na poured two glasses of water and gave one to Lu Dong: I don't really understand.

Lu Dong simply said: Although Taifengyuan entered the rapid decline in the mid-1990s, it has been one of the most famous and time-honored brands of Shandong cuisine in the past few decades. I dare not say it in other places. In several cities around Quannan ,famous.

Song Na did not follow blindly, and said when she had doubts: Although fast food has something in common with restaurants, we have never done it.

Lu Dong smiled: I want to sell it, mainly not for the restaurant, but for the signboard of Taifeng Garden.

Song Na thought of what Lu Dong said before, and asked, Taifeng Garden Yellow Braised Chicken?

Lu Dong said: This signboard is very loud. He thought for a while: I just went to the back to look at it. This place is not so big. If you buy it, you don't need to do anything else. With the development of the real estate market, it will be demolished in the future. It’s all about making money.”

Having heard Lu Dong talk about the real estate market more than once, Song Na had a clearer idea and said, It's a pity that such a big restaurant has to wait to be demolished.

Lu Dong wiped the water off his hands with a napkin: I'm just saying, it's best to just poach people away. If it doesn't work, even Taifeng Garden will be taken down. This is a subordinate unit of the Grain Bureau. I've asked someone about it. It's just a few million.

Song Na nodded slightly. For today's Lu's Catering, it is basically not a problem to buy such a restaurant as long as the controlling party wants to sell it.

She reminded Lu Dong: It involves establishment and staffing, and there are a lot of troubles.

Lu Dong was quite open-minded: Hei Dan, no matter how difficult it is, will it be more difficult than when we started our business?

Hearing this, Song Na thought of that cold winter, and looked at her hands unconsciously. It is now the early winter season. At this time in 1998, her hands were as cold as a radish head. Tender meat, how can it look like it has done rough work?

That's right. Song Na held Lu Dong's hand on the table and looked at the dishes on the table: Are you full?

Lu Dong said, Okay.

Song Na pulled him up: Let's go.

Knowing that Lu Dong probably didn't bring a wallet, Song Na walked ahead and went to the front desk to pay the bill.

After calculating the money and leaving the door, Song Na asked, Would you like to contact that chef?

Lu Dong shook his head: I just came here to taste the dishes.

The matter of determining the taste of the yellow stewed chicken can only be done by himself: I will leave this matter to Xue Tian and Lao Xu. The company has so many people, and it must be done when it is time to do so.

Suddenly someone came out of the door, a man who seemed to be chasing the two of them.

Brother Lu! The man greeted him very familiarly as soon as he left the house: Xiao Song!

The visitor was a middle-aged man, wearing tea-colored glasses, with a parted hair. The dark suit jacket was open, revealing the white shirt inside. The shirt was tucked into the waist, and the silver letter belt was shining in the sun. .

Both Lu Dong and Song Na knew this person, and bought goods from him when they set up street stalls.

It was an old relationship, Lu Dong turned around and shook hands with the visitor: Brother Tang, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet here.

When Tang Wei, who was selling small commodities in the West Market, shook hands, he deliberately stretched his arms, and the sleeves of his clothes were drawn up to his wrists, revealing his gleaming gold watch.

Back then, the business was fairly fair, and Song Na also took the initiative to say hello: Brother Tang, it's been a while, you've gained a lot of weight, you look like a big boss!

Okay, okay, okay. Tang Wei chuckled, and the words he said were still old-fashioned: I have been living a good life. Look, my stomach is getting up. There is no way, the house has been changed, the car has been changed, The business is doing well again, and I feel relaxed and fat.

Lu Dong smiled and said, Congratulations, Brother Tang.

Tang Wei held the bag in his hand, and the side with the letter logo was facing Lu Dong and Song Na, and suddenly he was heartbroken: It's a pity for you two, if you keep cooperating with me, I dare not say anything else. Absolutely!

Both Lu Dong and Song Na had dealt with Tang Wei for a long time a few years ago, and they knew him roughly, so they just let him talk about it.

Where are you going? Shall I see you off? Tang Wei first stepped down the steps in front of the hotel, walked towards the Santana 2000 parked on the curb, glanced at the brand new A6 next to him, and greeted the two people behind: You two Come here, I'll give you a ride.

Lu Dong pulled Song Na down the steps, and said, Brother Tang, no need, you go to the west, we'll go back to the east, it's not on the way.

Song Na quietly held Lu Dong back, not letting him go any further: We still have to wait for a friend.

Lu Dong understood what Song Na was thinking, and stopped. Tang Wei was a good person to show off and show off. Although he may rarely deal with them in the future, he did not feel sorry for them at the beginning, so there is no need to embarrass them in front of them.

Tang Wei waved his hand: Okay, then I'll go first. He took out a brand new mobile phone, which was the most expensive Motorola in China, and waved it towards the two of them: I haven't changed my mobile phone number, so I'll give it to you if I have something to do. I call.

After Tang Wei drove through an intersection, Lu Dong and Song Na got on the A6 and returned to the university town.

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