Chapter 98 Xu Hongdou: Zhang Wentao, open the door!
Chapter 98 Xu Hongdou: Zhang Wentao, open the door! (Please vote for me, please vote for recommendations)
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 98 Xu Hongdou: Zhang Wentao, open the door! (Please vote for me, please vote for recommendations)
"The last few times, he was lucky. Before the wind stopped, he successfully cashed out, made some money, and it grew more and more. The last time he engaged in the sharing economy, he felt that he had finally found a career that he would strive for his whole life."
"I just invested all my money, but it turned out to be a waste."
With worries in mind, Xu Hongdou listened to Xie Zhiyao's previous entrepreneurial story. Just when he was about to get up and help clear away the dishes, someone else came to Xie Zhiyao's house.
He is Xie Qin's father.
When he came in and saw Xu Hongdou, he was a little embarrassed.
Grandma Xie smiled and said to Hongdou: "Hongdou, you go back first, there are always people coming to the house at night."
As she spoke, she patted Xu Hongdou's hand: "We all think Ayao is educated and knows a lot. They are all from the countryside. If you are here so late, others will spread gossip again."
"Grandma, it's okay. I'll help you clean up." Xu Hongdou smiled at Grandma Xie.
After Xie Grandma heard this, the smile on her face became even happier, and when she looked at Xu Hongdou, the love in her eyes became even stronger.
…
"I'm telling you, Mr. Ma, it's a complete waste for you to ask me to come to you for tea tasting."
After Mr. Ma came back, after receiving the good news, he insisted on sharing the joy in his heart by drinking tea. Without stopping, he pulled Zhang Wentao, Damai, and Nana who were staying in the house away.
Watching the other party making tea, Zhang Wentao, who didn't know how to taste it at all, took the tea box sent by Sun Xiaowei and stared at it for a long time.
A conclusion was drawn.
This packaging is good.
Mr. Ma was so angry that Zhang Wentao was speechless and ignored him. He placed the teacup filled with tea in front of Nana and Damai and said: "This tea is like savoring time. Drink it slowly and you will understand slowly.
"
Time? Zhang Wentao's throat felt scratchy when he heard the other party say the word time.
"Well, what Master Ma said makes sense." Damai took a sip, looked at Zhang Wentao, and motioned for him to try it too.
Zhang Wentao shook his head helplessly and drank the Pu'er carefully brewed by Ma Ye in one gulp.
"By the way, Wen Tao, you went out to play with Hongdou today. What did she say to you?" Nana asked Zhang Wentao curiously after taking a sip of tea.
"What did you say?" Zhang Wentao put down the tea box and asked.
"It's just a matter of Shaohua Bookstore. Isn't she responsible for reception? She wants to ask you to help with cooking."
Zhang Wentao nodded. He thought it was something special. He was about to say that the other party really had something to do with him, but when he heard this, he coughed and said: "This, I said it a few days ago. I'm not
You haven't come yet, why are you so anxious?"
Zhang Wentao actually doesn't want to do it. It's too troublesome. It takes so much effort to do it from beginning to end. What's the point?
"That's not true, I'm just curious, mainly greedy." Nana said with a smile.
Mr. Ma and Damai also nodded. They also wanted to eat, but they were not as obvious as Nana. After all, they had both been to the restaurant and knew that Zhang Wentao was very busy every day. Now it was impossible to spare time to cook a big meal to reward everyone's stomach.
But when it comes to cooking, Mr. Ma feels he still has a say.
Although a fallen phoenix is not as good as a chicken, remember that he was also a boss back then and attended various occasions.
I saw him holding the teacup, tasting it carefully, and then said: "Wen Tao, have you decided what to cook?"
"No." Zhang Wentao shook his head. He didn't even consider accepting it. How could he consider what to cook?
Mr. Ma smiled and put down his tea cup: "Then let me give you a question. Which French dish do you think is most in line with the insights given here?"
"Forehead?"
Zhang Wentao was stunned.
He really hadn't thought about this before. He silently looked at Mr. Ma, who was showing his proud expression in front of him, and fell into deep thought.
Which French dish best matches your feelings here?
"What do you think of duck confit?" Mr. Ma smiled and solved his mystery.
"What is duck confit?" Damai and Nana looked at the two of them curiously and asked at the same time.
Mr. Ma smiled "hey" but did not answer. Zhang Wentao was still deep in thought and had not come back to his senses.
The so-called oil seal is a traditional cooking technique in Western food. The ingredients are soaked in oil and cooked slowly at low temperature for a long time to release the oil and make the meat become extremely crispy.
Then place the sealed meat in oil and store it for a long time.
Confit duck is a traditional southwestern dish famous for this method, and is sold in both high-end restaurants and ordinary shops.
The preparation method is very time-consuming, and some even store it for 1-2 months before eating it.
But the significance of this dish to Zhang Wentao is not as simple as time-consuming, but...
He lost a star because of this Confit de Canard. Losing a star because of a home-cooked dish is the same as a Chinese chef being beaten for making egg fried rice.
This dish is indeed recognized as one of the best French dishes, but it is still a home-cooked dish.
"Let's talk."
After recalling the unbearable past, Zhang Wentao looked a little lonely. After whispering something in a low voice, he said hello with a smile and left the tea room.
"It's not me..."
Mr. Ma didn't know what he said wrongly, and he glanced at Damai, who had the best relationship with Zhang Wentao among them, in confusion.
The barley is also covered, I don't know what the situation is.
But if you think about it, this dish may be related to Brother Wen Tao's parents, so I can only worry about it in my heart, but I can't say it out loud.
Nana looked at Ma Ye and then at Damai.
Among the three, the one who usually communicates the least with Zhang Wentao is her now.
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After returning to the room, Zhang Wentao turned on the light, lay on the sofa, and listened to the chirping of insects outside the window. He felt a little more comfortable. But thinking about the dish that Master Ma mentioned, he felt very weak inside.
Sometimes, a setback will become a hurdle in people's hearts. When facing this hurdle again, the word "escape" will first come to mind.
In fact, if I asked him to cook this dish again, there would definitely be no problem, but what could I do if it was not done well at that time? The teacher was in the hospital because of a health problem that day.
He is the sous chef in the restaurant, and since he cooked the dish, the responsibility should have been borne by him.
Even if it was ordinary customers who ate that dish that day, it still wouldn’t be justified, let alone a Michelin scorer.
He blamed himself for losing a star because he cooked a dish wrongly. If someone else had three stars, it was also because the investigators made the wrong cheese in the restaurant and he lost a star. That was unfair.
"Dong dong dong"
Following the sound of someone going upstairs, Zhang Wentao's door was knocked from outside.
Immediately afterwards, Xu Hongdou's voice came:
"Zhang Wentao, I have something to do with you. Please open the door."
Xu Hongdou's voice was always gentle, and it sounded very pleasant even through the door. However, Zhang Wentao, who was lying on the sofa in the room, felt that the other person was speaking to him in a commanding tone.
Thinking about what I have been talking about all day today, my throat is starting to smoke, and it's all because of her.
Zhang Wentao felt that he was even more irritable.