Mi Ting stood where she was, suddenly a little dazed.

After coming out of the Jixiang Building, she was actually disheartened and just wanted to find a place to relax.

Some people have commented that she is a boring person.She is.In her world, there are only work, home and kitchen.She doesn't understand the other hustle and bustle, the odd difficulties of running a restaurant, and hardly ever surfs the Internet.

So, after taking off her chef uniform, she didn't even know where she should go.

She walked blankly in Area B of the Grand Ceremony for a while, and suddenly remembered to search the Internet, and then easily saw the unfavorable comments about Jixiang Tower mentioned by Jiang Zhe.

Those comments were telling the truth, but they made her feel uncomfortable—after all, Jixianglou was the place where she had worked for more than ten years.

Jixianglou was talking about Feng Qianguan, and the Internet was talking about Feng Qianguan. Even when she was walking at the food festival, she heard Feng Qianguan, Feng Qianguan, Feng Qianguan.

Everywhere.

She also saw the faces of critics when they tasted Feng Qianguan's dishes.Although those people also praised her food, when they faced her food, they praised it, but when it came to Jiang Ci, they showed... marvel.

Are her dishes really that good?

Mi Ting didn't know what mood she should be in. After recovering, she realized that she had walked in front of the signboard with the maple leaf hanging on it.

Mi Ting looked at the scene in front of her.

In the booth, the young female shopkeeper was busy at a high speed, and behind her, the shop assistants were well-trained to cooperate with each other.Batch after batch of prepared mud balls were stuffed into the oven, and then taken out of the oven, chestnut powder was molded, unmoulded, and stuffed into the steamer...Everyone focused on the work in hand, and accurately and quickly put the deliciousdelivered to the customer.

This kind of bustling work scene used to be her daily life.She enjoys this kind of daily life, and she is also greedy for this kind of daily life.

The female shopkeeper is too busy, even if a new diner arrives at the booth, she just raises her eyelids and glances: "What do you want?"

Mi Ting froze for a moment.

Jiang Ci didn't seem to recognize her.

After thinking about it, Mi Ting also thought it was normal. Little Jiang Ci was indeed taken to the Jixiang Building by Jiang Haichao when she was a few years old, but after that, she hardly saw this little girl doll.

Mi Ting pursed her lips: "One piece of beggar's chicken, two pieces of chestnut cake."

"56 yuan, thank you." Jiang Ci nodded her chin, signaling the diners in front of her to scan the QR code.At this time, she took another look, vaguely feeling that the woman in front of her looked familiar.

However, seeing too many people in the past two days, Jiang Ci suspected that this might be a diner who came yesterday, so he was more friendly.

The clerks moved quickly, and after ten seconds, Mi Ting squeezed away the diners surrounding Feng Qianguan with food and came to the side.

First up...beggar chicken.

Mi Ting knew that this Beggar Chicken was the dish that conquered Mr. Hong and that Milos yesterday.She already had a hunch that this dish would be more delicious than her own Mapo Tofu.

However, at the moment when she looked down, Mi Ting still felt her heart... uncontrollably throbbing.

On the lotus leaf, the chicken skin looks golden and shiny, tender and delicate, as it is said on the Internet, its color is like a fine yellow-brown emerald.Moreover, the chickens in Feng Qianguan are well-selected. They are three-yellow chickens that have not yet fully grown for several months. The skin is thin and tender, and there is no excess greasy fat under the skin.

In the part not covered by the chicken skin, the meat of the beggar chicken is tender and white, which indicates the delicious and tender taste.After being wrapped and stewed, the sweet chestnuts have become moist and soft, while the shredded shiitake mushrooms of uniform thickness have absorbed the soup at this time, and the surface is covered with simmered chicken fat, which is shiny and reflective.

Not to mention the taste, even the appearance is really outstanding.

Mi Ting put on her gloves and tore off the drumstick.

Like Milos, she was amazed by the softness for a moment—the beggar chicken was wrapped in mud and simmered until it was almost bone-off. She had no doubt that as long as she moved her fingers lightly, it would beThe chicken thigh meat wrapped on the chicken bone will come off cleanly.

Mi Ting put the chicken leg into her mouth, her calm eyes were lost for a moment, and then it became quite complicated.

——It is no surprise that those critics can show such expressions when eating beggar chicken.

Mi Ting chewed the chicken leg meat in her mouth again and again.

Suddenly, a voice came from the side: "Sister, how can you eat so calmly? You are also attracted by the smell of Feng Qianguan, right? You are the calmest one I have ever seen."

Mi Ting turned her head in a daze, and there was a dark-skinned little brother standing in front of her, with a smile on her face, who looked very familiar.She looked down, and sure enough, she saw a small blue card on the little brother's chest.

This is the sign of suppliers who have passed the review of the food festival. Many suppliers will come to the festival to find cooperation opportunities. In order to avoid other problems in the event, the main committee has also reviewed the qualifications of relevant merchants.

The little brother tried everything possible to find business opportunities, and asked enthusiastically: "Sister, you eat so calmly, have you tried a better restaurant just now? I found that your place is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, recommend it to meDo you recommend it?"

And halfway through his speech, he suddenly stopped and stared at Mi Ting in a daze.

What the hell...

The little brother's scalp tingled for a while.

The woman in front of me is so calm!His eyes were already blank, maybe he didn't understand what he was saying at all.

Brother: "No, I'm sorry, pretend I didn't ask. Haha, Feng Qianguan's food is really delicious."

Mi Ting chewed the shredded ham in her mouth carefully, and as she chewed, the salty taste, aroma, unique mellowness of fat in the ham, and the smell of meat soaked in chicken soup slowly diffused on the taste buds.

After she swallowed the shredded ham, she said seriously: "I haven't tasted a better store yet, this one...maybe the best in the market."

The little brother's paper bowl was already empty, so he walked to the side of the booth and greeted the female owner in the store, and then threw his business card into the paper box next to the counter, and then, as if he was not reconciled, he ran to the back of the lineRequeued.

Mi Ting withdrew her gaze and opened the paper box she brought out.

She asked for two chestnut cakes.

Chestnut cake is a very popular traditional cake, and Jixianglou has also made it, but it is not as delicious as Luji cake, which specializes in pastries in city A.There is a specialization in the art industry, which cannot be forced.

Chestnut cakes are made in different ways in different regions, and Feng Qianguan uses a method similar to making rice cakes.

The boiled chestnuts were smashed one by one, and the sweet and fragrant smell was also attached to the pestle head.Chestnut puree is sieved to ensure that the powder particles are fine enough, then mixed with seasoned sugar juice, pressed into a flat surface, and steamed in a cage.

Jiang Ci didn't add extra ingredients to the chestnut puree. The sweet and fragrant chestnuts are naturally delicious. She just spent time in the sugar juice - put the sweet petals into the sugar juice and boil them together until the fresh floral fragrance is completelyInfiltrating the sugar juice, a layer of refreshing fragrance is given to the chestnut cake.

The key point of making chestnut cakes is somewhat similar to rice cakes—to ensure that the dryness and humidity of the powder in the cage is moderate, so that a soft, solid, dry and non-choking comfortable taste can be steamed.

Mi Ting looked at the chestnut cake in the paper box and felt herself in a trance again.

After more than ten years of tempering, she can confidently say that her vision is more poisonous than many people-she can judge the texture and taste of food from its appearance, and it is almost impossible to make mistakes.

The chestnut cake in front of me, judging from its appearance, is definitely not worse than Lu Ji's.

In the box, the chestnut cake presents a color of late autumn, not golden and bright, but a mature and gentle yellow. It is cut into small square cakes, and the center is pressed into the shape of a maple leaf by a mold., lit with dried crimson rose petals.

It is the same color as autumn chestnut, which makes people feel warm and comfortable, strong but not dazzling.

After eating into the mouth, the sweetness and mellowness of chestnuts spread on the tongue in an instant.The taste of the chestnut cake was indeed similar to what she had expected, and even exceeded her expectations.The texture of this kind of powder cake is mostly dry, but the chestnut cake made by Feng Qianguan is dry and very palatable.Chewing lightly, the fragrant floral fragrance hidden under the chestnuts seems to break through the barrier and occupy her nasal cavity.

It is a mature and rich aroma, which has experienced wind and frost, and the edges and corners have been smoothed, leaving only the extremely gentle sweet fragrance, which blooms softly on the taste buds.

Mi Ting was immersed in this fragrance.

Until, she heard a girl's voice calling her.

"Master Mi Ting!"

After Jiang Ci shared a few chickens, she finally remembered who the diner who had just passed by was—Master Mi Ting from Jixianglou.The memory of this female chef in her mind is quite vague, but... She has seen her in previous episodes of "Looking for City A"!

It was a man she was very interested in.

One is because she can see from the show that Mi Ting's craftsmanship is quite outstanding, which is her developed eyesight and intuition, and the other is because...in this industry, there are really very few female chefs.

Jiang Ci gave He Mingcan the job of distributing the beggar chickens temporarily, wiped his hands, then squeezed to the side of the counter, and called Mi Ting, who was still eating chestnut cakes, to stop.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Ci smiled, "How does it taste?"

Mi Ting was stunned for a moment, with complicated eyes: "You still...recognize me?"

"I'm sorry, my childhood memory is blurred, so I didn't recognize you all at once." Jiang Ci explained, "But I just remembered seeing you in "Xian Wei A City"."

"Looking for City A?" Mi Ting searched out this long memory in her mind, it must have been at least three years ago.

By the way, will anyone actually watch that show now?

Jiang Ci: "Yes, your mapo tofu is very good. It was already remarkable three years ago. It should be even better now, right?"

Mi Ting pursed her lips: "I have made improvements in the past three years, but I haven't received any special comments from Mr. Hong."

Mi Ting didn't know why Jiang Ci told her this, Feng Qianguan's food was obviously better, which made people doubt the sincerity of the person in front of her.Mi Ting looked suspiciously at the female boss in front of her, and in the next second, Jiang Ci asked——

Jiang Ci: "How about it, do you think Feng Qianguan's dishes are more delicious?"

Mi Ting: "?" Is this trying to mock her?

Behind Jiang Ci, He Mingcan probably recognized the identity of the female chef, and his eyes widened in horror.Help, what is his boss trying to say?

Jiang Ci continued: "I'm serious, the Jixiang Building you are staying in has no future, come to us."

Mi Ting: "..."

Mi Ting: "...?"

Mi Ting was stunned for two seconds, and said with difficulty: "You know how Jixianglou looks towards you now, right? I'm the chef there, and you want me to come to your place?" There was incomprehensible strangeness in her tone.

Jiang Ci didn't seem to understand the meaning behind Mi Ting's words, and said confidently, "Yes."

Jiang Ci: "Look, our food is delicious, and our employees are relatively small... This means that there is a lot of room for promotion in our store. Moreover, there is a boss with good cooking skills in the store, who can help you improve your own skills."Culinary skills. Although the salary may not be as high as that of Jixiang Building, there is a lot of room for future development!"

Jiang Ci thought for a while, and added: "We also have a signature mapo tofu in our store, which is very convenient for you to display your professional level."

"..."

Not only Mi Ting, but also the gossiping diners nearby were stunned.

Is this poaching people at the scene?Still so foolish.

Mi Ting was so shocked that she didn't know what to say. She paused and frowned at Jiang Ci: "I... I am from Jixianglou. Jixianglou is kind to me. Anyway... thank you today, JiaohuaThe chicken and chestnut cake are both delicious."

Jiang Ci: "No, why don't you think about it? Huh?"

Jiang Ci yelled, but the female chef with a cold expression turned around and walked away quickly.

He Mingcan was speechless: "Boss, you can't poach people like this. Listen to what you just said! Also, she is from Jixianglou! When did you suddenly want to poach a competitor?"

"I just... thought of it suddenly." Jiang Ci curled her lips, "Anyway, try it... It's not a loss if you try it. If you dig it, you'll make money."

He Mingcan: "..."

...

Mi Ting almost ran away from Feng Qianguan's booth. She walked so fast that she even bumped into someone's shoulder.

"I'm sorry." Mi Ting said apologetically. After recovering, she took the lead in looking at the paper box in her hand.

Well, it's okay.

The remaining piece of chestnut cake was not broken, exuding a rich and sweet smell.

"Mi Ting, is the chestnut cake delicious?" A male voice came from beside him.

Mi Ting looked up and frowned, "Boss Chang?"

The man is almost forty years old, but his eyebrows still have the annoying aura of his youth: "Well, junior sister?"

Mi Ting's expression suddenly turned cold: "You have already betrayed Jixianglou, don't call me junior sister."

The man smiled: "What's the matter, are you ashamed to say me? Didn't Boss Jiang's words tempt you just now? Don't you think about it? Compared with her, it's okay to come to my side. I can afford a high salary."

Mi Ting: "Don't even think about it."

Mi Ting's tone was very aggressive, but the person in front of him was not irritated by her. He just smiled with a mocking tone: "Really, after so many years, haven't you understood? The Jiang Deyong you admired when you were young, maybeAdmirable, but now, he has changed a long time ago."

Mi Ting froze for a moment, turned around and left.

"By the way," the man reminded behind her, "Jiang Zhe's henchmen saw about your visit to Feng Qianguan. Of course, I have nothing to say if you are willing to go back to that place and suffer."

Mi Ting lowered her head, her expression became uncomfortable and painful.

...

Jiang Ci continued to work on it.

Although she felt sorry for Mi Ting's departure, she didn't have time to feel frustrated—there were too many diners in front of her, and there was an increasing trend.

The news that Mr. Hong praised Feng Qianguan at the food festival has gradually spread through the Internet and the media.This made diners who didn't intend to come to the food festival, as long as they were in City A or near City A, quickly find a way to come.It was much more convenient for the diners who were already in the guild hall, they directly shifted their targets and queued up at the end of Feng Qianguan's queue.

He Mingcan glanced at the queue and said worriedly: "Boss, should we nod, I suspect that the diners behind may not be able to line up."

Jiang Ci also had a headache. After thinking about it, she asked He Mingcan to count the remaining amount, then wrote on the small blackboard, and walked around to the end of the line that might not be able to line up to inform the diners about the situation.

"No problem, boss."

He Mingcan immediately stopped working and started counting, then took a spare small blackboard and began to write.

He Mingcan: "Boss, is it okay to write like this?"

Jiang Ci turned her head and glanced, her expression blank for a moment.

Lin Wu was more blunt: "Xiao Ming, aren't you a college student? This word... this word... is more useful than my son."

He Mingcan didn't blush: "Anyway, it's about expressing meaning, as long as you can understand it. Writing beautifully won't change its meaning."

Jiang Ci: "..."

Jiang Ci: "... Forget it, you can go."

He Mingcan walked to the end of the line with the ugly sign, and after a while, an imaginary sound of pain came from the end of the line.

Jiang Ci continued to knock on the Beggar Chicken, raised her head, and suddenly saw a... slightly strange diner.

He has gray hair, wears a mask and sunglasses, and a scarf that wraps around his chin, covering almost half of his face.

Jiang Ci: "...?"

Sensing Jiang Ci's suspicious gaze, the diner's posture was slightly evasive: "Here, here are two pieces of beggar's chicken and four pieces of chestnut cake." He deliberately lowered his voice.

But Jiang Ci felt that she recognized it, and she was surprised: "Master Jia? Why are you here?"

The face of the diner in front of him was not very good. After hearing her words, he coughed a few times, as if pulling a bellows.

Jiang Ci hurriedly said, "Take it easy, take it easy."

"Jia, what is Master Jia?" The diner frowned and said unhappily, "I don't know you, you've got the wrong person."

got the wrong person?Jiang Ci remembered that Xiao Xu and the others really seemed to be saying...Master Jia is still sick, and Boss Feng let him rest today.

Jiang Ci blushed: "I'm sorry. Just wait a moment, things will be ready soon."

A few seconds later, the diner held the bought food, squeezed away the diners beside him, buried his head and left the crowd, and then exhaled guiltyly.

Worse, almost... embarrassing.

He looked down at the food in his hand. On the left was the beggar chicken that Mr. Hong and Milos had praised, and on the right was the new chestnut cake. He didn't know what to say.

That's what won over... that bunch of nasty reviewers.

Jia Yang was about to go crazy. Under the guidance of his brother, he managed to get rid of his inner demons, and felt that he could cook some delicious food again...

As a result, those who hit him came.

Jia Yang hung the bag containing chestnut cakes on his wrist, and put on a glove with one free hand.He wrinkled his nose and put the torn chicken leg into his mouth.

"..."

"...!"

The smell of beggar chicken diffused, and Jia Yang squeezed the chicken bone hard, his fingertips turned white, and the blood on his fingernails was forced out with too much force.

And, it's this again.

Much more than him.

Hate it.

But can't stop the taste.

Jia Yang ate with a stiff expression, his temples twitched, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

"Master Jia Yang?" Suddenly, someone beside him called him.

Jia Yang was startled, and turned his head to look: "Wang Jianian?"

There are only a few large restaurants in city A. Of course, he recognizes the only son of Wang Pinlou's head family, but, didn't this kid go out for foreign dishes before?

Jia Yang frowned: "What are you doing here? Isn't Wang Pinlou's booth busy?"

"My dad asked me to come out and have a look around. It's a grand ceremony. It's the most convenient opportunity to understand the market throughout the year." Wang Jianian said naturally, showing off a stack of business cards in his hand, "Look, I just received it."

Jia Yang's eyes widened: "Are you talking about so many suppliers?"

Wang Jianian: "Hehe, that's all we talked about along the way."

Jia Yang turned his head and said to himself that you can really talk.This is the son of the other family, and he doesn't want to talk to him too much.

On the contrary, Wang Jianian asked curiously: "Master Jia, what are you doing here? Isn't the Zhenwei Restaurant in Area B?"

Jia Yang was stunned for a moment.Yes, what is he doing here?He wanted to see how good Feng Qianguan's cooking was, but it was embarrassing to say so.

Jia Yang remembered what Boss Feng said, and said with a bad face, "Hmph, I'm here to find out about the enemy."

He looked at the Wang family boy suspiciously: "You too, those guys also criticized your pickled fish yesterday."

"Don't touch a sore spot, okay?" Wang Jianian was convinced, he glanced at the half-eaten beggar chicken in Jia Yang's hand, then at his stinky expression, and suddenly smiled, "Hehe, don't youFailed too."

What is frustration...

Jia Yang wanted to refute, but somehow he felt a sense of sympathy from the young man in front of him.

Neither the eldest brother nor Boss Feng understand him, maybe, only the young man in front of him understands.

So, Jia Yang didn't say anything, just turned his head silently with a stinky face.

Wang Jianian patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, just get used to it."

Jia Yang: "..."

"I'll go first, and the food will be sold out later, you can eat." Wang Jianian said goodbye to him, and then went straight to the stall.

Jiang Ci saw a familiar face: "Jia Nian, are you here?"

"Yes, let me try the chestnut cake." Wang Jianian asked with a smile, "Boss, can I have an employee channel?"

"No, let's line up at the back." Jiang Ci said mercilessly, and then asked curiously, "By the way, is that acquaintance?"

She had already discovered that Wang Jianian had a lively chat with that strange person.

Wang Jianian said "Oh", turned his head to look at the sluggish Jia Yang, and said inexplicably, "I know you, boss, you met me when you were filming "Looking for A City". This is Master Jia Yang."

A puzzled expression appeared on Jiang Ci's face.

Jia Yang: "..."

Jia Yang: "..."

...Fuck.

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