Chapter 67： A la carte Suji

　　Su Lanxin is a very self-disciplined person. Even if there are more and more catering companies in these years, which has caused her sleep time to be constantly compressed, she still maintains the habit of waking up at five o'clock every day.

After getting up early, Su Lanxin will wash up very quickly and competently. She has never been very extravagant and delicate in makeup.

More often, Su Lanxin's appearance is a very capable image with a little fanfare.

Only when she was facing the vanity mirror this morning, Su Lanxin noticed her white hair and crow's feet that increased in the corners of her eyes.

All these appearances are a kind of warning. They are telling Su Lanxin that she is no longer young.

But in the face of all this, Su Lanxin didn't feel sad, let alone mad. She pulled out her white hair, quickly adjusted her makeup, freshened up and changed her clothes, and walked out of the room as if she was okay.

In the lobby of the hotel suite, the secretary has sorted out the documents that need to be processed, and the hotel has also brought breakfast on the table.

What surprised Su Lanxin was that his son Su Liancheng got up very early and stood at the dining table waiting for him.

Without speaking first, Su Lanxin sat down at the dining table, picked up the prepared tea, first took a sip of warm scented tea, and then glanced at the breakfast table on the dining table before speaking to her son.

"What? Do you have anything to do today? Was it so early?"

Su Liancheng did not sit down, and said to his mother very humbly: "Mom, yesterday I completed the acquisition of Fujinglou. I also dismissed all the back kitchens of Fujinglou. I have contacted the company's chef team and asked them to send someone over to take over. The back kitchen of Fujing Building."

After listening to her son's words, Su Lanxin raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at her son. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, and a little bit of relief.

"Yes, this time you finally made a decisive one and learned the lessons from before. You have to remember that if you don't meet the standard, you don't meet the standard. You can't have any mercy. That's how you want to be determined."

Then, Su Lanxin pointed to the chair of the dining table and asked her son Su Liancheng to sit down and eat breakfast.

During the meal, Su Liancheng never spoke again, but the secretary was always next to Su Lanxin, reporting to her various things about the company.

This is actually Su Lanxin’s breakfast routine. Although she knows that this is bad for her health, Su Lanxin still insists on it.

The secretary said the same thing, and Su Lanxin had almost finished breakfast.

wiping the corners of her mouth gracefully with a napkin, Su Lanxin suddenly asked her son who was still eating: "I heard you went to your uncle yesterday? I tasted the craftsmanship of your cousin? How do you feel?"

Hearing his mother's question, Su Lian shook his hands unconsciously, almost knocking over the soup bowl in front of him.

After hesitating, Su Liancheng quickly stood up and said, "Sorry mom, it's my own opinion. I just want to get to know that Feng Yifan."

Su Lanxin was expressionless, without a trace of annoyance on her face, but then asked: "Then what have you learned?"

Su Liancheng did not dare to conceal from his mother, and replied directly: "I ate his fried rice and Yifu noodles. I think the craftsmanship is very good. Both fried rice and noodles are made very authentic."

Su Lanxin then asked, "Compared with your dad's craftsmanship?"

This question caused Su Liancheng's spoon to slip off, and "ding" hit the soup bowl crisply.

Then Su Liancheng became nervous, and even stood up subconsciously, standing next to the dining table with low eyebrows, not daring to face his mother again.

Su Lanxin raised her head and glanced at her embarrassed son, who had gone through the years but still had a nice face, and a smile appeared.

"What's the matter? Are you so scared? I didn't seem to say anything, did I? I just want to hear whether you can be very pertinent and compare other people's cooking skills with your dad's cooking skills. You don't need to be so nervous. Right?"

Su Liancheng raised his head and saw the gentle smile on his mother's face, which he rarely saw on his mother's face.

I saw it now. Although I felt a little surprised, Su Liancheng felt relieved.

After adjusting his emotions, Su Liancheng said truthfully: "His fried rice and Yifu noodles are more authentic. Whether it is fried rice with broken gold or gold and silver, the heat is very good. The ratio of Yifu noodles is also very good. It feels fresher than soup."

Su Lanxin nodded: "So according to your opinion, even if your dad is here, maybe it's not the opponent?"

Su Liancheng continued: "I dare not say this, because I have not tasted his dishes, and with his father's absorption of the characteristics of Eastern and Western dishes over the years, some innovative dishes created by the integration and integration, maybe Feng Yifan may not be an opponent. ."

Su Lanxin fell silent, as if she was thinking carefully about how to deal with the son-in-law of her brother's house?

Su Liancheng saw his mother's silence, followed by silence, standing there also thinking about countermeasures. After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but tentatively asked: "Mom, can we try to contact Feng Yifan?"

Su Lanxin looked at her son and asked indifferently: "You mean, go directly to buy that Feng Yifan?"

Without waiting for her son to reply, Su Lanxin asked, "What do you think is the chance of success?"

This sentence really stopped Su Liancheng all at once, he thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was not much chance of success.

Su Lanxin saw that her son thought that the chance of success was very low, and said directly: "Even you said that the craftsmanship of Feng Yifan fried rice and Yifu noodles is better than that of your dad. With that kind of cooking skills, she is willing to stay in Su Ji. Such a small restaurant can be easily bought by a father-in-law who has suffered a stroke?"

Su Liancheng actually thought of this too. Now that his mother points out, he also pretended to be surprised and said, "Mom, I made things simple."

Su Lanxin seems to be in a good mood today, she didn't blame her son, put down the napkin in her hand and sat there very flat and graceful.

"Actually, you may not know that the person who took the vegetable supply order from our chain restaurant was Feng Yifan's parents, so there is no point in contacting him. If you want to get the old plaque of Su Ji, you can only win over Feng Yifan in cooking. ."

Su Liancheng thought for a while and said, "Mom, don't we hold the old street reconstruction project?"

Su Lanxin shook her head helplessly and said: "The old street reconstruction project, the plan for the reconstructed food street, has not yet been finalized, but it seems that our group wants to fully settle in the reconstructed food street, which may not be possible."

Without waiting for her son to speak, Su Lanxin went on to say: "What's more, even if our group is completely settled in the food court, we still can't get the old plaque of Su Ji."

Listening to his mother's continuous mention of the old plaque, Su Liancheng was actually very puzzled. Why was his mother so persistent to the old plaque?

Even if that old plaque carries the glory of several generations of Su Ji but nowadays, it pays attention to an international standard. Even a large restaurant like Fujinglou can be acquired, and the old Su Ji is a small restaurant. What else can the plaque stand for?

But the doubt in his heart was puzzled, Su Liancheng did not dare to ask directly, because he knew that the old plaque was not only wanted by his mother, but even his father would never forget it.

So Su Liancheng can only ask: "Mom, do you want to inform Dad that he will go back to China to prepare?"

Su Lanxin said coldly: "Notify him to prepare for his return to China? Is it necessary? If he can't even win a junior, he can simply give up the position of group executive chef to Feng Yifan."

Su Liancheng could only be a promise, but he made up his mind to help his father inquire again.

But at this moment, Su Lanxin suddenly asked again: "Does Su Ji have a takeaway service?"

Su Liancheng was taken aback when he heard the words.

The secretary has already replied: "Yes."

Su Lanxin nodded and said, "Today’s dinner, I will order Su Ji, stir-fried shrimp, lion head, and Vance tofu, and let them offer the same vegetarian stir-fry."

The secretary hurriedly took a serious note, and also carefully asked Su Lanxin about the time when he asked the other party to send it over. Everything was recorded in great detail.

At this moment, Su Liancheng is a little bit unable to see through his mother, and don’t understand why her mother suddenly wants to taste Su Ji’s food?

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