Chapter 84 Sister Hongdou, you don’t understand (please vote for me, please recommend)
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 84 Sister Hongdou, you don’t understand (please vote for me, please recommend)
In the creative restaurant, Zhang Wentao, Shi Tiandong and Sun Xiaowei were sitting together.
Zhang Wentao drank dried ginger water. Two red wine glasses were placed in front of the other two people. The three of them looked very tired. After all, all the tables were occupied for today's dinner.
"Come on, let's have a chat, and think of it as a celebration of surviving another painful dinner time." Shi Tiandong suggested as he picked up the red wine glass in front of him.
Zhang Wentao stretched his muscles and said with a smile: "I want to celebrate. I am almost exhausted from working for free."
"Then I think you really enjoy working for free, haha."
Unlike Sun Xiaowei who didn't know how to talk, Shi Tiandong, who had been busy with Zhang Wentao, knew what this guy was like in the kitchen.
I wish I could do everything I can by myself.
After the three of them finished drinking, Sun Xiaowei said with a smile: "You don't even know how satisfied the guests are with today's dishes, especially today's starter."
"Really, I'm not going to lie to you, many people are reluctant to move."
Shi Tiandong nodded and said: "That's why I chose to stay. By the way, Brother Zhang, how did you come up with such a plate arrangement? I see that every plate of yours is very casual and the positions are different, but they are all very enjoyable.
sex."
"It's a long story since the child has no mother." Zhang Wentao took a sip of dried ginger water and explained: "I learned it from my teacher. In fact, my plate setting skills were not good at the beginning, and then he told me too much
Take a look at the art exhibition and see the ideas of those painters."
"Then slowly draw a picture by yourself, develop your own composition, and use it in daily plating."
"So, you can still draw?" Sun Xiaowei asked with a smile.
Zhang Wentao nodded, but he couldn't really use the drawings he drew. He could only draw a rough schematic diagram with a pencil. Compared with the perverts who were really good at conceiving molecular meals, there was a big gap.
"By the way, Brother Zhang, will your teacher come to China in three months?"
Shi Tiandong asked.
"It's hard to say, but he has been here once before, many, many years ago." Zhang Wentao shrugged, thinking that the old man was almost 72, so he probably couldn't move anymore.
"Your teacher has been to China, and he is looking for someone to learn a craft like you?"
"That's not true. It seems that he was just here to learn about it. After all, Chinese cooking skills are extensive and profound. In fact, many chefs who make Western food want to learn about Chinese food, but Chinese food is too difficult."
Zhang Wentao looked at them and explained.
I heard the old man talk about his teacher's visit to China before. It seemed to be a long time ago. Every time his teacher talked about his experience in China, he was very vague.
Many of them are just fragments of memories, and I don’t quite understand them.
However, his teacher's painting is indeed of good quality. Like to draw is a habit of many Western chefs, and everyone's level varies.
When it comes to cultivating their own artistry, many people have also found new ways, and some famous chefs have even played rock music.
Listening to Zhang Wentao and Shi Tiandong talking, Sun Xiaowei took a sip of red wine, and suddenly the conversation with Mr. Li in the afternoon came to mind, and she sighed softly in her heart.
I don’t know how many opportunities the three of them will have left to chat and relax together after their busy work.
Just like what Zhang Wentao said about "working for free", people with this status have the right to come and go freely. Maybe one day they wake up and the other party receives a phone call and they may have to leave without saying goodbye.
"By the way, I heard from Mr. Li today that Shaohua Bookstore is coming here to inspect. It seems to be the village where you live."
Sun Xiaowei suddenly thought of it.
"Shaohua Bookstore? Never heard of it." Zhang Wentao shook his head.
He does know about Xinhua Bookstore.
Shi Tiandong took a sip of red wine, looked at Sun Xiaowei with a strange expression, and asked, "What is this bookstore for?"
"Forget it, I can't tell you two clearly."
Sun Xiaowei shook her head helplessly. It seems that although everyone is also a member of the catering industry, people's interests, hobbies, and usual concerns are really different.
…
Outside the window under the night, it gradually became quiet.
When I returned to the courtyard, I walked in and was surprised to find that the lights were on in the courtyard. When I stretched my head, I saw that Damai, Nana, and Xu Hongdou were all chatting on the chairs in the restaurant.
Zhang Wentao walked over with the food he brought back and asked, "Are you still asleep?"
Xu Hongdou heard the sound, turned sideways and said with a knowing smile: "I'm waiting for you, chef."
"wait for me?"
Zhang Wentao is a little strange.
Although these words are very heart-warming, they are false as soon as you hear them, so don’t worry about them at all.
Nana smiled and said to him: "We were talking about Shaohua Bookstore. Today, village official Huang Xinxin said that they were coming to Yunmiao Village for inspection. Mr. Xie proposed to entertain them and let us brainstorm."
"Oh, this is the matter."
As Zhang Wentao spoke, he walked up to Xu Hongdou and motioned for her to move her buttocks. She was embarrassed to have all three of them occupy their seats.
Xu Hongdou didn't understand why and looked around before he realized what was going on.
"What about you? You are also responsible for reception." After Zhang Wentao sat down, he asked Damai opposite him.
"I don't, I just don't have any ideas. Come down and sit down and listen to what Sister Hongdou and Sister Nana are talking about." Damai explained while shaking his head.
Zhang Wentao nodded, he guessed that Damai couldn't do such a thing, he was not that kind of person at all.
Let her do the reception, forget it.
"By the way, how do you know about Shaohua Bookstore?"
Xu Hongdou was a little curious and looked at Zhang Wentao and asked.
Zhang Wentao shrugged and said with a smile: "I heard it from the proprietress of the restaurant today, and she mentioned it."
"I thought you were very busy at work, but I didn't expect you still had time to chat."
There seemed to be a trace of dissatisfaction in Xu Hongdou's tone.
Zhang Wentao nodded, not paying attention, but looked at Nana and said, "By the way, Nana, let's make an appointment when you have time to go to a restaurant, or I can go to a small restaurant."
Nana was a little surprised. She thought it would have to wait for a while before Zhang Wentao could find time to teach her, but she didn't expect that he would be able to teach her soon.
So after the two of them set a time, Zhang Wentao stood up and said to the three of them: "You guys should go to bed early. This can be eaten for breakfast tomorrow. I'm too tired and have to go back to bed."
After saying that, he waved goodbye so as not to affect the emotional exchange between the women.
After he left, Nana looked at the departing figure, frowned and thought for a while, and said to Xu Hongdou, "I just remembered something. When you say hospitality, do you want to invite the other person to dinner?"
Xu Hongdou suddenly realized: "Yes, I remembered it when you said that."
"I think it's probably out of the question. It's better for you two not to throw this idea at Brother Wen Tao."
Damai shook his head slightly and rejected the proposal. Shaohua Bookstore came to inspect it. If it is successfully completed, the biggest beneficiaries will be Yunmiao Village and Xie Zhiyao.
Let’s not talk about the matters in Yunmiao Village. Just because Xie Zhiyao was his love rival, Damai felt that no matter how generous Zhang Wentao was, he would not do this favor to him.
"Why, do you feel sorry for your brother Wen Tao?"
Xu Hongdou smiled and said in a rather playful tone. Although Damai had denied it, it was just for this performance.
Moreover, she didn't think it was too much to joke about this matter. After all, Damai said that Zhang Wentao was her man last time.
Well, typing counts as speaking.
"Hey, Sister Hongdou, you don't understand." Damai gave Xu Hongdou a hopeless expression, shook his head and said, "If you have time, you'd better finish "One Hundred Years of Solitude" as soon as possible."
