"Isn't it cold for him to sit here in such a cold weather?" Sheng Chuncheng asked, "Can't you see the lake from the room?"
"I don't know." Xiaowei shook her head, "This guest is a bit strange. He arrived yesterday afternoon. When he got here, he walked around in the garden and then sat there until the evening. This morning, he sat there again early in the morning.
When we got there, we were supposed to have lunch there, but we told him that the weather was too cold and the food would get cold soon, so he returned to the restaurant to eat and sat there again after finishing his meal.
"Who does this guest come from?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"I don't know. The company arranged for Mr. Liu and Mr. Zhang from Half an Acre of Field to deliver it in person yesterday. However, they left immediately after it was delivered to them. The guests did not allow them to stay here. When Mr. Liu left, he told us that we must
Take good care of him and satisfy him with any requirements."
"I'll go, what kind of big shot does Mr. Liu and Mr. Zhang need to be sent together?" Sheng Chuncheng was also curious.
Xiaowei still shook her head and said she didn't know, "We can't find any information about him in our company's information database. Apart from knowing his surname is Sun, we don't know anything else. By the way, you should stop asking and just be on call."
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Sheng Chuncheng nodded. He felt that in the B&B of "Renjia Travel", it was not surprising that he would always meet such strange people. It was better not to inquire about things that he should not know.
The two of them walked back to the reception room, where the chef of "Food and Drink" was waiting. He asked Xiaowei if the guests had any requests and what they wanted to eat in the evening.
Xiaowei shook her head, she said no, it was the same sentence, whatever, anything is fine.
The chef was a little annoyed. He said: "Then you have to tell me where he is from, so that I can know whether he should be cooking Cantonese cuisine, Hunan cuisine, Sichuan cuisine or Huaiyang cuisine. Otherwise, how should I cook it? Whatever, whatever
What kind of food and how to fry it?”
Xiaowei glanced at him and said, "If you ask me, I don't know anything, what can I tell you? Or you can call our President Mi directly and ask her?"
"I wouldn't dare," said the cook.
"I don't dare either." Xiaowei smiled bitterly, "If I really have any special requirements, Mr. Mi must have told me already."
When Sheng Chuncheng saw this chef, he was very unfamiliar. He didn't seem to be from the "Catering Couple" Hangzhou company. Sheng Chuncheng often met the chef at the "Catering Couple" Hangzhou company in B&Bs of "Renjia Travel", but this person, he
It seems that I have never seen it before.
Sheng Chuncheng asked: "Brother, you are not from the Food and Beverage Company in Hangzhou, are you?"
The chef nodded and said no, "I'm from the Tianjin branch. I flew over from Tianjin yesterday."
Sheng Chuncheng said: "'Food and Drink' There are so many chefs in Hangzhou, why should we transfer a chef from Tianjin? There must be a reason. By the way, Mr. Zhang, shouldn't you also know your craftsmanship and your good cooking skills?"
What?"
The chef nodded: "I know."
"Then just cook what you're best at and serve it to the guests." Sheng Chuncheng said, "Isn't this the reason why Mr. Zhang transferred you here?"
Xiaowei nodded, feeling that what Sheng Chuncheng said made sense.
The chef said: "What I am best at is making pasta."
"Then you make noodles for him to eat." Sheng Chuncheng said.
"Is it okay?" the chef asked, hesitant. He thought, pasta is such a cheap thing, is it suitable to make it here? The customers who come here are either rich or expensive. Don't they all eat abalone, lobster, imported oysters and so on?
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Xiaowei said to the chef: "Just listen to Master Sheng. This guest is not picky anyway. He will eat whatever you give him. It's not that he has had several random meals. He didn't say anything, and he didn't say it was delicious.
I didn’t say it tasted bad.”
The chef said: "Then let me try and make dumplings first at night?"
Sheng Chuncheng said okay, you can make dumplings first and make more.
"That's right, let's mop up some oil too." Xiaowei said to the chef.
When it was time to have dinner, Xiaowei walked to the pavilion. The guest was still sitting there. Xiaowei said to the guest:
"Mr. Sun, it's time for dinner. Can we have dumplings tonight?"
Mr. Sun didn't say yes or no. He stood up and folded the blanket with his hands. Xiaowei quickly said, "Give it to me, I'll do it."
Mr. Sun didn't say anything. He stood aside and watched Xiaowei fold the two blankets, put them into a moisture-proof bag, and then put the blanket on the chair so that it could be used at any time when the guests came again.
Mr. Sun followed Xiaowei to the main building. When he reached the door of the main building, he suddenly said to Xiaowei: "I won't go to the restaurant, I will eat in the room."
Xiaowei said okay, I will ask the waiter to bring it to you right away.
"By the way, Mr. Sun, if you want to have a late-night snack tonight, no matter what time it is, you can call us at any time." Xiaowei said.
Mr. Sun nodded slightly and walked upstairs. He lived in the suite on the second floor.
Xiaowei returned to the reception room and asked the waiter to deliver food to Mr. Sun.
Xiaowei called Sheng Chuncheng, and the two of them walked to the kitchen. The chef had already prepared their dumplings. When he saw them arriving, he put the dumplings in the pot and cooked them. When he was about to take them out, Sheng Chuncheng said:
"I'll do it myself. I want some soup."
The chef was stunned for a moment: "What kind of soup is it?"
Sheng Chuncheng said: "We southerners like to eat dumplings with soup."
"We are the same way. With a plate of dumplings and a bowl of dumpling soup, the original soup becomes the original food." said the chef.
Sheng Chuncheng smiled and said: "It's not such a soup method."
"What kind of soup method is that?" The chef was confused.
But Xiaowei knew about it and said, "I want some soup too."
Sheng Chuncheng said yes. He took two large bowls and started to operate while asking the chef. He put lard, minced mustard, minced green onions, seaweed, light soy sauce, and fresh chicken juice in the bowls, and asked Xiaowei:
"Would you like some chili?"
"Of course." Xiaowei said.
Sheng Chuncheng put a spoonful of chopped chili sauce in each bowl, then scooped the dumpling soup from the pot into the bowl, and then scooped the dumplings into the bowl.
The chef stood there with his hands folded, looking at these two strange southerners. Sheng Chuncheng raised his head and smiled at him:
"This is the soup dumplings we Southerners have, do you want one?"
The chef shook his head and said disgustedly: "It's just garlic?"
Xiaowei said "Eh" even more disgustedly and said no.
The waiter came back and saw Sheng Chuncheng and Xiao Wei eating dumplings and shouted, "I want them too."
The chef asked her: "Do you want this too?"
The waiter nodded, and the chef looked at Sheng Chuncheng and said, "I'll help you. What's the problem? I just eat the dumplings as noodles."
Sheng Chuncheng laughed.
Xiaowei asked the waiter: "By the way, what are the guests doing when you send them into the room?"
The waiter said: "He didn't do anything. He seemed to be just sitting there. There was no sound at all in the room. He didn't turn on the TV or the stereo. By the way, he didn't even turn on the lights. It seemed that he turned on the lights after I rang the doorbell.
Yes, when I passed by, I saw from the crack in the door below that the room was dark, and I thought there was no one there."