"Uncle, when I come to the capital to study in the future, I will learn cooking skills from you." Yu Jian hugged the stainless steel rice bucket and bowed deeply to Yu Jianping.
"Good boy, your task now is to study hard! Uncle is waiting for a college student from our Lao Yu family!" Yu Jianping smiled and touched her fluffy hair, and educated her earnestly.
This child was humble and eager to learn, and his talent was pretty good. He didn't look like a child that Yu Jianguo could give birth to. Yu Jianping glanced at his senior brother who was scratching his ears and cheeks, feeling unbalanced.
How nice it would be if it were my own doll...
After bidding farewell to Yu Jianping, the father and daughter walked out of the alley. After walking a long way, Yu Jian turned around and found that Yu Jianping was still standing at the door watching them. She smiled brightly and waved her arms vigorously towards the back.
"Dad, uncle doesn't have any children?" Yu Jian thought about it. Judging from the situation, Yu Jianping seemed to be living alone.
"Your uncle said that he wants to devote his whole life to the world of cooking. Marrying a wife and having children are just a cloud..." Yu Jianguo chuckled twice. Hearing such nonsense, the six-year-old Yu Yuan probably wouldn't believe it.
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What did she hear? Yu Jian cast an inexplicable look at Dad Yu.
Hey, this kid! I still don’t believe him! Father Yu spread his hands: “Yu Jianping’s original words. I haven’t changed a word.”
Here, the two fathers and daughters tried their best to speculate on Yu Jianping's thoughts. On the other side of the room, Yu Jianping took out a photo album from the safe.
Open it and drop a palm-sized cowhide book.
Yu Jianping flattened the warped corners of the leather notebook and looked at the photos in the album.
This is a black and white photo. It looks old and has a faint yellow tint. There are three people in the photo. In the middle is a square-faced man in his thirties, and a boy of about ten years old stands on both sides. Three people
The individual gestured with scissors to the camera, smiling broadly.
"Abba..." Yu Jianping stroked the man's face with his fingertips, and a tear fell on the photo, "I was wrong! I was unfilial!"
This man, who was almost over fifty years old, stroked his face and cried bitterly...
Jinfu Tower, teahouse seating.
Han Yubai smelled the tea in the bowl carefully, took another small sip, swirled the tea in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and swallowed it slowly.
"This tea is good." It was a compliment.
Wang De nodded and stood aside with pride on his face: "Little boss, this is the Biluochun I asked someone to get from Wuzhong. It is the best wave this year. I will use this to entertain Mr. Jin tomorrow and keep it to his satisfaction!"
Han Yubai glanced at him, curled his lips, and snorted: "Idiot!"
Wang De was scolded by him rashly and didn't know where he was wrong. He hesitated and asked: "Little boss...I...what did I do wrong?"
Han Yubai pressed the tea bowl heavily on the table, and the tea set made a crisp sound. He softened his tone and asked: "Where is the ancestral home of Jin?"
"He's from Chaozhou..." Wang De was a little confused. It's no secret that Mr. Jin is from Chaozhou. His eyes suddenly opened wide, and he suddenly realized that his aura suddenly disappeared, and he was convinced, "Little boss, I was wrong."
"Wang De, Wang De, I promoted you to be a chef, I don't just wipe your ass all the time. I asked you to do such a small thing, and you made a mess for me, let alone the kitchen." Han Yubai lowered his eyes, covering up
She was dissatisfied with him, "Yu Jianguo is much more reliable than you! How about the thing I asked you to inquire about?"
Wang De's forehead was so nervous that sweat broke out. He bent over and kept apologizing, and then replied: "You don't know about his three-legged cat skills! He is worried at home! I think his daughter is doing well, too.
It's just a matter of luck."
Don't even laugh at him. Yu Jianguo, after working under old boss Han for so many years, he only became a second chef. The boss saw that he was following a veteran who had conquered the country, so he reluctantly gave him the position. Otherwise, he would have just relied on him.
Are you usually a submissive and good guy?
What a chef relies on is craftsmanship, not being a person!
"Okay! Don't take it lightly. Pay close attention to him during the banquet tomorrow." Han Yubai didn't want to listen to his nonsense.
Wang De said yes again and again, but finally asked the doubts in his heart: "Little boss, I shouldn't have asked this originally. But if Yu Jianguo messes up the banquet tomorrow, wouldn't it ruin our Jinfulou's reputation?
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Pointing his finger at the corner of the table, Han Yubai leaned back on his chair and showed an evil smile: "You call me little boss, which means that I am not the real boss yet. Jinfulou has been open for so many years, and it is getting better and better every year.
One year difference. These regular customers are just like the old man. They are nostalgic for the past. If the taste of the dishes is improved a little, they feel that the taste is different. Think about this capital, how many big and small people cook old dishes? Nowadays, only Jinfulou is still there.
Are you persisting?"
Wang De thought about it, and it was true. In the past few years, there were several restaurants on this road that cooked the same old dishes as Jinfulou. Now they were sparsely closed and only Jinfulou remained.
"So, if Jinfulou wants to continue doing business, it must change. In my opinion, it doesn't matter whether the reviews of these old customers are good or bad. What I want is innovation that combines the tastes of young people! Otherwise, what do you think?
Why should I ask you to be a chef?" It’s just that you still have some innovative skills!
This method of giving a stick and a sweet date made Wang De obey and he closed the door happily. He wanted to go back to the kitchen to educate his young apprentice.
In the quiet room, Han Yubai closed his eyes, and his fingers that kept moving on the table betrayed his emotions at the moment.
He is uneasy.
"I disagree! Xiaobai, what was your grandfather's original intention in founding Jinfulou?" Old Han was so angry that his blood surged, and the fingers pointing at Han Yubai were trembling.
"Grandpa is a cook in the Qing palace." Han Yubai replied expressionlessly.
"Wrong! Wrong!" Old Han fell heavily on the sofa, "Do you think your grandpa just looked at his old recipe? This recipe has been passed down from generation to generation hundreds of years ago in our family.
None of our ancestors were cooks, only your grandfather, who single-handedly made Jinfulou open to this day."
"Your grandfather has never cared about his identity. What he is afraid of is that in a few years, you, your descendants, and your descendants will not know what the food on the recipe tastes like." Old Han sighed.
In one breath, he knew that no matter how much he talked, his son wouldn't listen.
Jinfulou seems to be a golden brand, but apart from old antiques like him, how many people will go to these time-honored restaurants now?
Young people like candlelight dinners and steak salads with red wine.
Han Yubai patted Lao Han on the back and reassured him. A light flashed in his eyes: "You can rest well at home. I will take care of the Jin Fulou matter."