v3 Chapter 471： Father as a mountain
It was just half an afternoon of work. All the people in the kitchen of Taifeng House knew that they would have a holiday a few years ago. The annual holiday was held until the fifteenth day of the first month. The last day did not require work to open the annual meeting.
All employees of Taifeng Building are traveling in a happy ocean, like college students who are not taking the final exam for the winter vacation, nor have the winter homework school to issue bonuses.
Employees rejoice, and guests are naturally sad. Whether new or old, these days are actually looking forward to the menu of Taifeng Lou. As long as the money is not bad, everyone doesn't mind spending more money to eat a hearty and delicious meal in their favorite restaurant, and they can never lose face in the circle of friends.
As a result, the expectant guests got the news that Taifeng Building was closed from the young age to the Lantern Festival.
This kind of news is for someone who eats Taifeng House as a canteen, such as Han Guishan, who is not bad for money, it is tantamount to a thunderstorm, even when eating, it is inevitable to sigh. They can't wait to get the boss of Taifeng House out and pry his mind out to see what's inside, and then teach him by the way what is business experience.
As a high-end restaurant, how can you not do New Year's business!
How can you make money without making money?
Han Guishan sat in the box on the second floor and sighed deeply as he watched the pickled dumplings in his hands.
Wang Jing looked up at Han Guishan, took a spoonful of Mapo Tofu, and drank two soymilk.
The white tofu red soup on the table is sprinkled with a large amount of pepper and pepper. Mapo tofu is truly Wu Minqi's all-out effort.
Since the publication of Zhiwei, there have been many guests from Taifeng Lou who came from outside just to taste the dishes that Xu Cheng wrote on Zhiwei. Every day, many customers are so hot that Wu Minqi's Mao Xuewang and Mapo Tofu are so teary and hesitant. He succumbed to the sales of the juice from Taifeng House several times. Comrade Wang Xiulian wanted to have a special praise. Take a look at Wu Minqi's outstanding contribution to the store. To this end, Comrade Wang Xiulian also deliberately changed the menu and added two options (general spicy / small spicy) to Wu Minqi's dishes.
Since Wu Minqi watched "Knowledge", the seal on her body seemed to be untied. When cooking, I usually think about the tolerance of Peiping guests for spicy food. Now, when cooking, she is completely making herself. When Jiang Feng and her are cooking next to each other, they will feel the spicy taste in their wok. .
Han Guishan took a bite of pickled dumplings, still familiar with the taste, still familiar with cutting his throat, or filling his stomach.
Han Guishan sighed again.
Wang Jingren put down his chopsticks inexorably, and the moment the wooden chopsticks touched the porcelain plate made a crisp sound.
"Lao Han, eat as much as you want, don't sigh to me all day long. You have been like this for the past two days. Whose sigh should you show while eating every day?" Wang Jing angered.
Han Youxin took a look at Wang Jing when he was angry and threw only half of the pickled dumplings under the table, and his hands quickly stood up and clamped a large piece of red lamb on the table, chewing happily .
Han Youxin thought that he had done everything seamlessly, and Wang Hao who had been thinking about copywriting at this door had already seen everything.
In stark contrast to Wang Hao, who is waiting for the annual meeting and vacation every day, since Wang Xiulian announced that the annual meeting of the 16th annual meeting is on the 17th holiday.
Wang Hao's paid annual leave this year is only 3 days and 6 hours.
Although he is just an intern and has not yet graduated, there is no reason to be a regular employee. However, because Wang Hao often came to Taifeng House as a waitress to find inspiration, the advertising copywriting was particularly well written. In just a few months of internship, he had successfully completed three copywritings, which was highly regarded by leaders. Wang Hao is now only waiting for his graduation thesis to be written. After graduating from college, he can sign a formal employment contract and become a real 996 overtime.
The biggest problem facing Wang Hao now is his graduation thesis.
As an outstanding student, the new century academic scum that can only write copywriting and ghost-talking novels and not essays is linked to the critical line of extension. Graduation thesis is undoubtedly a stumbling block for Wang Hao Ben on his way to the future.
Therefore, today Wang Hao is not simply coming to Taifeng Lou as a waiter to find inspiration. He is purposely coming to Taifeng Lou by the way to find inspiration.
He needs to come to Jiang Feng. No, it is his dear and beloved father, and let his father help him introduce Professor Li to help him guide the graduation thesis.
Wang Hao is writing a draft of his heart now, thinking about how to find Jiang Feng after noon break, and find an unoccupied corner and talk to him about the many years of friendship between him and his father and son. Then quoted below, successfully found Professor Li's help.
Wang Hao's thoughts gradually drifted away, and he no longer paid attention to Han Youxin, and there were still a few pickled dumplings under the table.
"Hey, wife, today is the 14th!" Han Guishan looked sad, as if the company's stock price had evaporated a small target overnight.
"What's wrong on the 14th?" Wang Jing disagreed, and clamped another piece of catfish in the hair and blood.
Han Youxin wanted to pinch catfish with all his skills and was stopped by Wang Jing with chopsticks: "Xinxin, this dish is too spicy. You can't eat it."
Han Youxin: qaq
Han Guishan took a look at Wang Jing, but did not notice that the pickled dumplings in Han Youxin's hands were gone: "Hey, wife, you don't understand."
Wang Jing smiled helplessly: "I don't understand anything, isn't it that Taifeng Building will be open tomorrow, the last day of the year? It's not open. Why, you still can't find a place to eat in the New Year? There are so many restaurants in Peiping that are hungry for you? Is it OK? I ’ll cook for you. I ’m not talking about you, saying that the chefs are asking for money at home. It ’s better for you to run to Taifeng House every day to eat than to cook. Is it cheap? "
Wang Jing drank the last sip of soy milk. She tried to pour another glass and found that the bottle was gone. She turned to Wang Hao and said, "Sorry, please bring another bottle of soy milk."
"Okay, please wait a moment." Wang Hao went out to get soy milk for Wang Jing.
As soon as he thought that he couldn't eat pickled dumplings from the day after tomorrow until the Lantern Festival, Han Guishan felt sick.
Originally, when the family was poor, he could only eat pickled dumplings only in the New Year. Now that he is rich, he has in turn turned into pickled dumplings.
This is how Han Guishan might not be sad.
The sad Han Guishan decided to finish all the pickled dumplings tomorrow, pack them home, put them in the freezer, and slowly eat them, trying to eat until the end of the Lantern Festival.
Han Guishan, who was reinvigorated, decided to eat well.
"By the way, do we want to go back to Shencheng for Chinese New Year today?" Wang Jing didn't drink soy milk and didn't even want to eat spicy food, so he decided to disturb Han Guishan and let him chat with him.
"Go back. Did n’t you all agree with Jiumei and Shimei? Will you go back to the fifth day? When I went back to Shangxiang last year, I told my parents in front of the tomb, and they have to go back and give them incense this year. Of course, I have to go back. . "Han Guishan Road.
Wang Jing nodded: "It's still the same. I went back to my house on the second day of the second year. I do n’t want to eat outside for the new year dinner. Moving from city A to Peiping this year can also be regarded as moving to a new home. The first year of the new year dinner is still my Do it yourself. "
"Okay, listen to your wife." Han Guishan promised very easily.
As long as the beans can be cooked and not eaten in the hospital, he can do nothing, but pity Han Youxin, Han Guishan suddenly remembered that his son hadn't tasted the **** technique for years.
It's time for my son to remember the bitterness and sweetness and know how delicious the pickled dumplings are.
Thinking of this, Han Guishan lovingly sandwiched a large piece of sweet and sour pork ribs with Han Youxin: "Yu Xin, eat more."
Han Youxin was flattered, and stuffed the ribs into his mouth very cooperatively. A small mouth was wrapped tightly.
At this moment, Han Youxin not only ate the sweet and sour pork ribs, the meaty flavor of the pork ribs, the flavor of the sauce, but also the strong father's love.
It's been a year, and my father finally gave him meat instead of dumplings!
Han Youxin spit out his bones, swallowed his flesh, and shouted excitedly: "Dad, I love you!"
By the way, I also completed the homework assigned by the teacher.
Han Guishan's old face blushed. I did not expect that his son was so excited because he only sandwiched a ribs for his son. I couldn't help but reflect on whether he was too busy with work and had no time to accompany his son. .com ~ You Xin, are you full? Han Guishan asked lovingly.
Han Youxin shook his head decisively.
Han Guishan looked at the table.
There are still half a plate of Mapo Tofu, Mao Xuewang is running low, sweet and sour pork ribs are almost intact, red mutton and half a plate, and three pickled dumplings.
He wanted to pack these three pickled dumplings home, put them in the freezer, and eat them slowly.
Han Guishan hesitated.
Han Guishan decided.
Everything is for the son.
Han Guishan picked up a pickled dumpling, put it in Han Youxin's bowl, and touched his little head.
"If you do n’t have enough food, you will have another dumpling. This store will be closed the day after tomorrow. It will not be open until the Lantern Festival. You will have no food if you want to eat it tomorrow."
All employees of Taifeng Building are traveling in a happy ocean, like college students who are not taking the final exam for the winter vacation, nor have the winter homework school to issue bonuses.
Employees rejoice, and guests are naturally sad. Whether new or old, these days are actually looking forward to the menu of Taifeng Lou. As long as the money is not bad, everyone doesn't mind spending more money to eat a hearty and delicious meal in their favorite restaurant, and they can never lose face in the circle of friends.
As a result, the expectant guests got the news that Taifeng Building was closed from the young age to the Lantern Festival.
This kind of news is for someone who eats Taifeng House as a canteen, such as Han Guishan, who is not bad for money, it is tantamount to a thunderstorm, even when eating, it is inevitable to sigh. They can't wait to get the boss of Taifeng House out and pry his mind out to see what's inside, and then teach him by the way what is business experience.
As a high-end restaurant, how can you not do New Year's business!
How can you make money without making money?
Han Guishan sat in the box on the second floor and sighed deeply as he watched the pickled dumplings in his hands.
Wang Jing looked up at Han Guishan, took a spoonful of Mapo Tofu, and drank two soymilk.
The white tofu red soup on the table is sprinkled with a large amount of pepper and pepper. Mapo tofu is truly Wu Minqi's all-out effort.
Since the publication of Zhiwei, there have been many guests from Taifeng Lou who came from outside just to taste the dishes that Xu Cheng wrote on Zhiwei. Every day, many customers are so hot that Wu Minqi's Mao Xuewang and Mapo Tofu are so teary and hesitant. He succumbed to the sales of the juice from Taifeng House several times. Comrade Wang Xiulian wanted to have a special praise. Take a look at Wu Minqi's outstanding contribution to the store. To this end, Comrade Wang Xiulian also deliberately changed the menu and added two options (general spicy / small spicy) to Wu Minqi's dishes.
Since Wu Minqi watched "Knowledge", the seal on her body seemed to be untied. When cooking, I usually think about the tolerance of Peiping guests for spicy food. Now, when cooking, she is completely making herself. When Jiang Feng and her are cooking next to each other, they will feel the spicy taste in their wok. .
Han Guishan took a bite of pickled dumplings, still familiar with the taste, still familiar with cutting his throat, or filling his stomach.
Han Guishan sighed again.
Wang Jingren put down his chopsticks inexorably, and the moment the wooden chopsticks touched the porcelain plate made a crisp sound.
"Lao Han, eat as much as you want, don't sigh to me all day long. You have been like this for the past two days. Whose sigh should you show while eating every day?" Wang Jing angered.
Han Youxin took a look at Wang Jing when he was angry and threw only half of the pickled dumplings under the table, and his hands quickly stood up and clamped a large piece of red lamb on the table, chewing happily .
Han Youxin thought that he had done everything seamlessly, and Wang Hao who had been thinking about copywriting at this door had already seen everything.
In stark contrast to Wang Hao, who is waiting for the annual meeting and vacation every day, since Wang Xiulian announced that the annual meeting of the 16th annual meeting is on the 17th holiday.
Wang Hao's paid annual leave this year is only 3 days and 6 hours.
Although he is just an intern and has not yet graduated, there is no reason to be a regular employee. However, because Wang Hao often came to Taifeng House as a waitress to find inspiration, the advertising copywriting was particularly well written. In just a few months of internship, he had successfully completed three copywritings, which was highly regarded by leaders. Wang Hao is now only waiting for his graduation thesis to be written. After graduating from college, he can sign a formal employment contract and become a real 996 overtime.
The biggest problem facing Wang Hao now is his graduation thesis.
As an outstanding student, the new century academic scum that can only write copywriting and ghost-talking novels and not essays is linked to the critical line of extension. Graduation thesis is undoubtedly a stumbling block for Wang Hao Ben on his way to the future.
Therefore, today Wang Hao is not simply coming to Taifeng Lou as a waiter to find inspiration. He is purposely coming to Taifeng Lou by the way to find inspiration.
He needs to come to Jiang Feng. No, it is his dear and beloved father, and let his father help him introduce Professor Li to help him guide the graduation thesis.
Wang Hao is writing a draft of his heart now, thinking about how to find Jiang Feng after noon break, and find an unoccupied corner and talk to him about the many years of friendship between him and his father and son. Then quoted below, successfully found Professor Li's help.
Wang Hao's thoughts gradually drifted away, and he no longer paid attention to Han Youxin, and there were still a few pickled dumplings under the table.
"Hey, wife, today is the 14th!" Han Guishan looked sad, as if the company's stock price had evaporated a small target overnight.
"What's wrong on the 14th?" Wang Jing disagreed, and clamped another piece of catfish in the hair and blood.
Han Youxin wanted to pinch catfish with all his skills and was stopped by Wang Jing with chopsticks: "Xinxin, this dish is too spicy. You can't eat it."
Han Youxin: qaq
Han Guishan took a look at Wang Jing, but did not notice that the pickled dumplings in Han Youxin's hands were gone: "Hey, wife, you don't understand."
Wang Jing smiled helplessly: "I don't understand anything, isn't it that Taifeng Building will be open tomorrow, the last day of the year? It's not open. Why, you still can't find a place to eat in the New Year? There are so many restaurants in Peiping that are hungry for you? Is it OK? I ’ll cook for you. I ’m not talking about you, saying that the chefs are asking for money at home. It ’s better for you to run to Taifeng House every day to eat than to cook. Is it cheap? "
Wang Jing drank the last sip of soy milk. She tried to pour another glass and found that the bottle was gone. She turned to Wang Hao and said, "Sorry, please bring another bottle of soy milk."
"Okay, please wait a moment." Wang Hao went out to get soy milk for Wang Jing.
As soon as he thought that he couldn't eat pickled dumplings from the day after tomorrow until the Lantern Festival, Han Guishan felt sick.
Originally, when the family was poor, he could only eat pickled dumplings only in the New Year. Now that he is rich, he has in turn turned into pickled dumplings.
This is how Han Guishan might not be sad.
The sad Han Guishan decided to finish all the pickled dumplings tomorrow, pack them home, put them in the freezer, and slowly eat them, trying to eat until the end of the Lantern Festival.
Han Guishan, who was reinvigorated, decided to eat well.
"By the way, do we want to go back to Shencheng for Chinese New Year today?" Wang Jing didn't drink soy milk and didn't even want to eat spicy food, so he decided to disturb Han Guishan and let him chat with him.
"Go back. Did n’t you all agree with Jiumei and Shimei? Will you go back to the fifth day? When I went back to Shangxiang last year, I told my parents in front of the tomb, and they have to go back and give them incense this year. Of course, I have to go back. . "Han Guishan Road.
Wang Jing nodded: "It's still the same. I went back to my house on the second day of the second year. I do n’t want to eat outside for the new year dinner. Moving from city A to Peiping this year can also be regarded as moving to a new home. The first year of the new year dinner is still my Do it yourself. "
"Okay, listen to your wife." Han Guishan promised very easily.
As long as the beans can be cooked and not eaten in the hospital, he can do nothing, but pity Han Youxin, Han Guishan suddenly remembered that his son hadn't tasted the **** technique for years.
It's time for my son to remember the bitterness and sweetness and know how delicious the pickled dumplings are.
Thinking of this, Han Guishan lovingly sandwiched a large piece of sweet and sour pork ribs with Han Youxin: "Yu Xin, eat more."
Han Youxin was flattered, and stuffed the ribs into his mouth very cooperatively. A small mouth was wrapped tightly.
At this moment, Han Youxin not only ate the sweet and sour pork ribs, the meaty flavor of the pork ribs, the flavor of the sauce, but also the strong father's love.
It's been a year, and my father finally gave him meat instead of dumplings!
Han Youxin spit out his bones, swallowed his flesh, and shouted excitedly: "Dad, I love you!"
By the way, I also completed the homework assigned by the teacher.
Han Guishan's old face blushed. I did not expect that his son was so excited because he only sandwiched a ribs for his son. I couldn't help but reflect on whether he was too busy with work and had no time to accompany his son. .com ~ You Xin, are you full? Han Guishan asked lovingly.
Han Youxin shook his head decisively.
Han Guishan looked at the table.
There are still half a plate of Mapo Tofu, Mao Xuewang is running low, sweet and sour pork ribs are almost intact, red mutton and half a plate, and three pickled dumplings.
He wanted to pack these three pickled dumplings home, put them in the freezer, and eat them slowly.
Han Guishan hesitated.
Han Guishan decided.
Everything is for the son.
Han Guishan picked up a pickled dumpling, put it in Han Youxin's bowl, and touched his little head.
"If you do n’t have enough food, you will have another dumpling. This store will be closed the day after tomorrow. It will not be open until the Lantern Festival. You will have no food if you want to eat it tomorrow."
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