v3 Chapter 423： Things are wrong

At 11:30, Taifeng Building officially opened for business.

菜 The ordering system can start to order from 11:30. If there is plenty of time, the regulars of Taifeng House will usually take a seat and choose the dishes before 11:30, especially the yam and pure meat. Li Hongzhang's chowder is slightly better, there are so many people, and occasionally he can't sell it.

Today is bound to be an extremely fierce day of competition between yam and pure meat ，, and the lunchtime has not yet begun. The VIP room occupancy rate on the third floor is as high as 70%.

"Didi Didi Didi Didi ..."

"Master, 6 pieces of yam and 3 pieces of pure meat!" Ji Xia, who was standing in front of the tablet, shouted with a throat.

"You have extended the production time by ten minutes, and the Babao Lixiang pigeons on my side haven't even slandered." Jiang Feng also responded with a voice.

Bian Guoqing is not only a challenge for all staff of Taifeng Building, but also a challenge for the diners of Taifeng Building. Usually, those who are free but not necessarily rich in the limited-edition robbers have encountered Waterloo today. Almost at the same time as the ordering system was turned on, the waiters throughout the lobby heard more than one customer ’s "reliance", "Wipe", "Nani", "Sink", "mmp", for a time, the entire Taifeng Building lobby was just as lively as a classroom in the summer vacation.

The hall is different from the straight-shouldered hall. The diners in the box are relatively euphemistic.

"How, how? Did you grab it?" Mr. Zhou, a wealthy and free professional yam yam professional, looked at the tablet anxiously, and kept asking Ouyang holding the tablet, "Did you get it, Ouyang? Oops, you really are. You squeak and show me the tablet. "

"What I want is that this ordering system is too complicated, and there is no exclamation point for ordering successfully. Who knows if it was grabbed." Ouyang, who once upgraded the game by himself, passed the tablet To Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Wu Zhou took the tablet with a look of despair: "You are not old enough to be presbyopic, Ouyang, have you seen the sold out under this exclamation mark?"

"I just said that I'm here, you want to be more important, and also say what kind of spike you helped your son to grab at home quickly, did you get it? What you grab is a limited edition of 10,000 spikes. Come! "Mr. Zhou, who did not grab the yam, fired at Ouyang with resentment.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, do you need to go to Babao Li Xiangge now?" I was standing quietly at the door watching the two diners about to quarrel. The young and beautiful waitress joined the battle and interrupted The situation.

"Come on now." Ouyang was instantly excited, looking at some still angry Mr. Zhou symbolically comforting his old friend, "Well, tomorrow, when you come with your wife and children, order again, the last time you ordered I did n’t ask for it. I was n’t curious, so I said I ’d grab it. ”

"Brazil yam is so delicious that it's a dessert. Let's eat Babao chestnut fragrant pigeon today."

"Where have you never been to eat after?" Mr. Zhou decided to shake hands and reconcile.

Ouyang took a sip of lemonade from the table, frowned, and turned to the waiter and sister who was standing at the door. "Little sister, this lemonade is not good in your house, is there any tea?"

"What tea do you drink at Taifeng Building? To drink tea, go to Yongheju. Waiter, come with two cups of plum soup, I forgot to order it when I booked." Mr. Zhou said.

"What's sour about the sour plum soup?" Ouyang sneered at Mr. Zhou's hobby, but he did not refuse, "I want to say that Jubaolou herbal tea is delicious, especially on hot days, in other stores. Nothing compares. "

Mr. Zhou Zhou smiled helplessly, he knew that Ouyang had eaten from the snack Jubaolou, and he was just a Jubaolou. In his mind, Jubaolou is definitely the number one restaurant in the world, and other shops have to stand aside.

何 Why not?

Mr. Zhou is a native of Peiping. His father and Ling Guangzhao's father were close friends. He also grew up eating Babaozhai. Babaozhai was the first restaurant in Peiping in his heart. What Yongheju and Tongdeju , Ruyifang and the like are not comparable at all.

Unfortunately.

Hey.

Although Lujubaolou is not as good as before, at least the signboards are still there, and it is not bad for the grandfather Sun to sit in the town. Ouyang Tiantianhu Blowing Jubaolou is the first restaurant in Guangdong Province to be full of confidence. Babaozhai is completely unavailable. The master is not there, and the taste of the dishes is completely different from the original. Even if he wants to brag about Babaozhai like Ou Yang closed his eyes, he can't say.

Seeing Mr. Zhou sighed inexplicably, he didn't know what to say, but the waiter came in with two cups of plum soup, and decided to boast about Jubaolou.

"What kind of talk is good, I think you just didn't drink herbal tea when the weather is hot. If you go to Jubaolou and herbal tea every day like me, you won't sigh."

Mr. Zhou Zhou :? ? ?

Mr. Zhou Zhou decided to drink sour plum soup calmly.

"Little sister, this sour plum soup has been served with Babao Lixiang pigeon yet?" Ouyang began to urge vegetables.

He dropped his business and ran back from Australia specifically for Babao Lixiang pigeon.

"The Babao chestnut fragrant pigeon needs to be out of the pot and then hang it. It should be served immediately. Please wait a moment and I will urge you." The waiter said.

After waiting for the waiter to leave, Ouyang praised from the heart: "Professional, even the waiter knows that the Babao chestnut pigeon is waiting for it to go out of the pot."

"Ah." Ouyang thought of some news he heard before and sighed involuntarily.

Hearing Ouyang's sigh, Mr. Zhou couldn't help laughing: "Oh, you haven't gone to Jubaolou recently to drink herbal tea. What a good sigh like me. Can't talk smoothly in Australia? May I help you find it? relationship?"

Ouyang gave Mr. Zhou an expression you would not understand: "There is nothing wrong with the business. If there is a problem, I can still have the spare time to run back to eat? I heard a little news before. Jubaolou may really want this time. Separated. "

Mr. Zhou sat right down, with a serious face: "Divided? Ouyang, you ca n’t say this kind of words. It ’s okay to be passed on by others or written by the tabloid reporters. It ’s meaningless if we say it out of our mouths. It's different. "

"I know, I thought it was blind at first, but I heard about it a few days ago."

"what's up?"

Even though they were only in the private room, Ouyang lowered his voice: "Sun Changning sold all his real estate outside."

"Sold? Really fake." Mr. Zhou couldn't believe it, even sold the real estate Sun Changning. This is to heaven.

"Nine times out of ten is true. Before the news came out, I received a little bit of wind. The price is said to be much lower than the market price, and it must be used urgently. His Sun Changning has been gambling in the past few decades. Like a model student, how could suddenly be short of money and enough to deal with real estate at low prices. "Ouyang sneered," The two brothers of the Sun family fight, making me such a diner restless. You are I don't know to what extent the quality of Jubaozhai cuisine has recently fallen. They are fighting immortals and all of us irrelevant passers-by have suffered. "

Wu Ouyang's remarks can be described as full of resentment.

"I don't care if Sun is old?" Mr. Zhou asked ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Sun Lao is hospitalized. You know, old people, it is easy to go back and forth once you get sick. Sun Lao hasn't recovered much since the last hospital stay. He didn't even go to Jubaozhai and has been in recuperation. Otherwise, Sun Changning can not play his role as a filial son and his grandson so blatantly. "

"This shouldn't be the case, Sun Lao is only temporarily hospitalized and hasn't always been bad. Isn't Sun Changning afraid that Sun Lao has recovered and settled with him after the fall?" Mr. Zhou thought things were not so simple.

"How can my sons settle their accounts after the autumn? Before the Huang family made trouble ..."

The conversation came to an abrupt end as the waiter pushed in.

"Babao chestnut fragrant pigeon, please use it slowly." Miss Waitress brought the freshly prepared Babao chestnut fragrant pigeon to the table. "May I help you cut the belly of the pigeon?"

"No, I'll do it myself." Ouyang took the knife from the waiter.

Looking at the color and fragrance in front of him, at first glance it looks like the hot Babao Xiangxiang pigeon that Sun Guanyun did that year. Ouyang sighed involuntarily and cut the dove's belly apart.

The fillings inside the ravioli were rolled out, and a small half of the plate was scattered. The rolled fillings were covered with ravioli juice.

Amami is like a painting, which makes people reluctant to move.

I was like Ouyang when she first ate Babao chestnut fragrant pigeons in Jubaolou.

Ouyang scoops a spoonful and sends it to the mouth.

Light but delicious, it seems to be the same as it was then.

I still seem to be missing something, obviously very good, but not as good as in memory.

Fake things are wrong.