Chu Yunfei nodded, "Do you own the house in this restaurant?"
"Yes."
"How much compensation will the developer give you for demolition? You are the front-house owner, so it should be quite a lot. Do you want housing subsidy or money subsidy?"
"My wife is gone, my children are working in other places, and after the restaurant is closed, I will go back to my hometown to buy a house, so what I want is money to compensate. The demolition team said that as a business owner, I can be compensated up to 500,000 yuan. Although it is not much,
But it’s okay to go back to my hometown and buy a house with a small courtyard.”
"What?!" Jia Peng said in disbelief: "Only five hundred thousand? Uncle Liu! Have you been fooled by the demolition team? This two-story street building costs at least one million."
"Is there so many? It's impossible, the demolition of their front houses on the street is roughly the same number." Liu Yi couldn't believe it.
"This is too dark..." Jia Peng was speechless, "It seems that it's not just your family, everyone is suffering the same!"
Chu Yunfei looked at Liu Ming, who was sitting opposite, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Liu Ming lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.
"Brother, is it the developer who asked you to sign?"
"No..." The wrinkles on the old face of the one-armed old man became tighter. "It was the famous gangsters here who asked us to sign the contract. The demolition team is also theirs. They said that the developer has handed over the demolition matters to them..."
Jia Peng snorted coldly, "It saves trouble for developers. Not only does it cost less, but it also eliminates unnecessary demolition troubles."
At this time, the voice of the chef Chen Feng came, "Jia Peng, come here to serve the noodles."
"Okay."
Jia Peng walked to the kitchen and saw that Chen Feng had already prepared two bowls of steaming noodles. He was surprised and said: "Brother Feng, can you really make Yangchun noodles?"
"What? Is it weird? Didn't you say that I was a chef in prison?"
"But I've never seen you make Yangchun noodles."
"Just because you haven't done it before doesn't mean you don't know how to do it." Chen Feng said, "Hurry up and bring it over, don't make the guests wait."
Jia Peng walked back to the front hall with two bowls of Yangchun noodles and placed them in front of Chu Yunfei.
Chu Yunfei was surprised and said: "This noodle is slender and clear, the soup is thick white, and the aroma is attractive. The color and aroma on the surface alone can stimulate people's appetite."
He couldn't wait to take a bite, with admiration in his eyes, "The noodles are chewy and chewy, the noodle soup is fragrant with green onions, and the lard is sweet, but it's not greasy at all. It's so delicious. This is authentic Yangchun noodles."
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Liu Yi and Jia Peng were both surprised. Liu Yi was surprised that this kid who came from nowhere could make such authentic Yangchun noodles. Although he didn't know what authentic Yangchun noodles tasted like, this boss must have seen the world.
As a person, I must have tasted delicacies from all over the world, and he must be right when he says they are authentic.
Jia Peng was surprised that Chen Feng had indeed been cooking for two years in prison, but he had just become a monk halfway. He said that he was so good at cooking that even the prison guards liked to eat it, which was just an exaggeration. He didn't expect that he really hid it, but
, or it could be a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.
Chu Yunfei looked at Liu Ming, "Liu Ming, you can eat too and taste the taste of Yangchun noodles..."
Liu Ming took a bite and nodded: "Dr. Chu, the taste is similar to the authentic Yangchun noodles we had in Yangcheng last year, and it seems to be a little better."
"That's right, especially the taste of this noodle is even better than that of Yangchun Noodles in Yangcheng." Chu Yunfei said with a smile: "I didn't expect that there would be surprises in the market restaurants. It turns out that the masters are among the people!"
He said to Liu Yi: "Brother Liu, you are a chef who makes very good noodles. No wonder you only make noodles. This Yangchun noodles alone can make your restaurant famous."
Liu Yi smiled and thought to himself, how did you know that the noodle maker only came a few minutes earlier than you?
Chu Yunfei didn't even have any soup left, and said with satisfaction: "Brother Liu, can you ask your chef to come out? Let me have a word with him."
"I'll call him!"
Jia Peng immediately ran to the kitchen and said, "Brother Feng, the boss is very satisfied with the Yangchun noodles you made and wants to meet you!"
It's strange to be dissatisfied. When Chen Feng was making noodles just now, he was shocked. From the moment he kneaded the dough, every step was very skillful. The knife skills, heat, ingredients, etc. seemed to be engraved in his mind.
, is in the heart.
Just after making the noodles, Chen Feng took a bite and was surprised by how delicious it was.
Could it be that the only flame with memory in my mind is the kitchen fire?
Perhaps my most profound memory is the two years I spent working as a kitchen worker in prison.
"OK."
After Chen Feng tidied up, he came to the front hall.
Chu Yunfei saw Chen Feng coming out and said with a smile: "Little brother, come and sit."
Chen Feng pulled up a chair and sat next to him.
"Is my little brother from the South?"
Chen Feng shook his head, "No."
Probably not. The address on my ID card also says that I am from Taishan City, Dongshan Province in the north.
"Your Yangchun noodles are so authentic, I thought you were from the south or even Yangcheng."
"I... learned it from others."
"It seems that your master is a southerner and should be a great chef."
Many people can make Yangchun Noodles, but few can do it so authentically. If a disciple can make it so well, how can a master be so bad?
Chu Yunfei stood up, looked at Liu Ming and said, "Go and pay the bill and give me more."
Liu Ming nodded, immediately took out his wallet, opened it and took out a small stack of hundred-dollar bills, which he visually inspected was at least a dozen. He put it on the dining table and said to Liu Yi, "Uncle, here you go."
"That's too much." Liu Yi was startled. It was just two bowls of noodles. No matter how delicious they were, it was not enough to give him so much.
"It's rare that Director Chu is so happy, you deserve it." Liu Ming said.
"Brother Liu, take it. If you come here again, I will come here to eat. Of course, if your place has not been demolished yet." Chu Yunfei looked at Chen Feng, "After the demolition, if you want to go to the city to find a chef,
If you want to work, you can go to Chujiang Group to find me."
Chen Feng secretly thought that the man called him Director Chu, and he should be the chairman of Chujiang Group.
"Thank you boss, I will consider it."
"Okay, I'm leaving, goodbye."
After Chu Yunfei finished speaking, Liu Ming immediately ran two steps, opened the door curtain, and let Chu Yunfei go out.
After watching their luxury car drive away, Jia Peng immediately said to Chen Feng: "Brother Feng, you are really worried about me. Why didn't you just tell him that you want to go to the city to find a job now?"
Chen Feng shook his head and said: "He just said something casually. Don't take it too seriously. Besides, I go to work in the city. What will happen to my daughter? If it is really possible, let's talk about it later."
"Hey, that's right."
But Jia Peng immediately thought, you have been in prison for ten years, hasn't your daughter grown up? With your daughter's attitude towards you, she probably wants you to stay away from her.