At the entrance of Feng Qianguan, dozens of diners stood sparsely on the sidewalk. It was not yet five o'clock, and the shop was quiet.

The two young men were more impulsive, so they leaned directly outside the glass door to look inside.The tabletops in the store are clean, the floor is clean, and the fortune tree on the counter is shiny green.The "Today's menu" is clean, and the small signs that hung in the past have been put away.

"It's pretty clean, will it open today?" the young man on the left asked hesitantly.

"What are you worried about? Boss Jiang said before closing the store that it will open normally on the seventh day of the lunar new year." The young man on the right said something, but his expression was a little uneasy.

"just in case……"

"No chance! Bah, bah, bah!"

The young man on the right thought for a while, then stood up and shouted loudly:

"Open the door, open the door!"

"Boss Jiang, I know you are here! You have the ability to open the door!"

As he yelled, his friend yanked his sleeve.

The young man looked back, and the diners on the road were all staring at him.

"Shout! Shout! Continue!" Someone urged.

"Yes, yes! See if Boss Jiang is here!"

"?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

...Fuck!Let him call people to be the forwards, and these guys will follow behind to eat meat!What if Boss Jiang really gets called out by him and finds him annoying?

These scheming guys!

The young man smiled and waved his hands: "Hehe, stop shouting. I have a bad voice."

Everyone: "..."

However, a few seconds later, under the curious eyes of the diners, the door of the back kitchen moved, and the aroma that had been kept inside quickly spread out.

Boss Jiang is here!

"Who, who is calling me?" Jiang Ci opened Feng Qianguan's door and asked the crowd.She seemed anxious to hear that voice in the back kitchen.

The young man was retreating quietly. He carefully hid half of his body behind the thin body of an old man in front, and then moved his right leg slightly...

The old man's body flashed, revealing the young man: "It's him!"

young people:"……"

Jiang Ci blinked and looked at him: "What's the matter?"

The young man was very depressed, and he couldn't find an excuse for a while, so he could only say: "I just want... I want to ask... whether the door will be opened today."

"Open." Jiang Ci nodded, and opened the door a little wider, "Come in, everyone!"

The diners on the sidewalk cheered and entered the restaurant one by one.

"Boss Jiang, Happy New Year!"

"My little grandson went to the food festival to play! I ate your beggar chicken, is there any beggar chicken for sale today?"

"I haven't eaten the big bone in sauce for ten days, I'm almost suffocated! I must suck my fill today!"

The first to come in were several retired old people headed by Uncle Zhang and Aunt Wang.

Immediately afterwards, several faces also stepped into Feng Qianguan.Jiang Ci recognized a counselor Pei from a nearby university—the students of University A would occasionally mention him when they came here to chat.It is said that there was a time when Pei Ping especially liked to walk around the campus eating beef shortbread, as if he was trying to seduce people to set him a sack.

"Boss Jiang, are you going to move to a new store? Is it the one on the homepage?" Counselor Pei is very concerned about this issue.

Jiang Ci nodded: "Yes, it's only two kilometers away from here."

Counselor Pei swipe on the phone, thinking: "Two kilometers... Can you still deliver the takeaway to University A?"

"Yes." Jiang Ci nodded, and in the next second, he saw Counselor Pei smiling, and the oily face on his face became more energetic.

Counselor Pei looked at the "Today's Menu".

Feng Qianguan's menu has been updated.A strange female clerk is hanging up the menu boards one by one.

The original soup filling Xiaolongbao, wonton noodles, mapo tofu and other dishes are still there, and then two new dishes, beggar's chicken and chestnut cake, have been added.Beggar chicken is 160 yuan a piece, and the price of chestnut cake is the same as osmanthus rice cake, which is 8 yuan a piece.

In addition, the steamed dumplings filled with crab powder and fresh meat have been replaced with shrimp and fresh meat fillings. The season of crabs has passed.

"Is this the new clerk?" Pei Ping asked curiously.

He has been a frequent customer of Feng Qianguan since he first tried the beef shortbread a few months ago, and he knows the faces of He Mingcan and Liang Hui very well.

"Yes, this is our chef, Master Mi." Jiang Ci introduced with a smile.

Mi Ting caught the key word in her ears, looked back, and glanced at Pei Ping.

Pei Ping didn't know who the person in front of him was, but nodded with a smile: "Master Mi, hello."

It's always a good idea to build a good relationship with Feng Qianguan's employees!

Pei Ping ordered, and then the other guests also exchanged a few words with Mi Ting.Mi Ting moved her steps and wanted to sneak into the back kitchen, but she didn't slip back for a long time.

Mi Ting was puzzled.The people in front of her didn't seem to recognize her at all, but their attitudes were quite warm, and many people came up directly to add her as friends.

"Master Mi, I live in the community behind Anxu Road. If you want to know about the houses nearby, whether you rent or buy them, I know you well!" Uncle Zhang came over, intending to get away with it, "Add a friend!"

Mi Ting looked at the gray-haired old man in front of her, and took out her phone in a daze...

"Master Mi, why are you still here! The back kitchen pot is already hot and I'm waiting for you!" He Mingcan pressed Mi Ting's phone screen and pushed her towards the back kitchen.

He Mingcan: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang. Master Mi is really too busy."

Uncle Zhang: "..."

Mi Ting returned to the back kitchen in a daze, and asked, "Just now...why?"

This is her first day working at Feng Qianguan, and many things are novel, and diners scramble to add friends, which is something she has never encountered in Jixianglou.

"Oh, you just came here, so you don't know much about the situation, and you will understand in a few days." He Mingcan said with a vicissitudes of life.

On the other side, Jiang Ci looked at the woman who walked into the store, was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sister Liu."

The woman who came in was another shop owner on Anxu Road, who ran a small bakery by herself. The shop was only half the size of Feng Qianguan.Jiang Ci occasionally goes there to buy breakfast.

Liu Ping held her little daughter in her right hand, her face turned pale from the cold wind, she brushed her disheveled hair, and smiled: "Boss Jiang, hello."

"Just call me Jiang Ci." Jiang Ci smiled, "Please sit down, just tell me what you want to eat."

Liu Ping nodded, and took her daughter to a corner of Feng Qianguan.

"Mom, this is the store that was broadcast in the news!" The daughter looked at it curiously, with excitement in her expression.She usually lives in school and rarely comes to the place where her mother works. This is the first time she knows that this "Internet celebrity" shop is near her mother's shop.

"Well, this restaurant may move out in a while, so before you start school, I'll bring you here to eat." Liu Ping said.

After seeing the news of Feng Qianguan's homepage relocation a few days ago, she decided to take her daughter to taste it a few more times before the relocation.

"I want to try the steamed crispy pork bowl!" My daughter ordered quickly.

"I'll have wonton noodles." Liu Ping's taste is relatively light.

When Jiang Ci served the table, she also sent two pieces of steaming chestnut cake that had just been steamed.

Liu Ping raised her head blankly: "We didn't order this."

"Our new product, I give it to you to try." Jiang Ci smiled and asked again, "Sister Liu, will your bakery continue to open this time? I haven't eaten a croissant for a long time."

Liu Ping's expression became a little complicated in an instant, she pursed her lips: "Open. I encountered some troubles a year ago, and now I've dealt with it, let's continue to open."

Jiang Ci smiled: "Your baking skills are very good, and the store will get better and better."

Liu Ping's eyebrows widened: "Thank you, and you too. It feels like you've moved away, and An Xulu might be left alone."

She would forget what this street would have been like without Feng Qianguan.

...

On the bus to the airport.

With his long legs crossed, Milos occupies the comfortable and spacious leather seat in the back row of the minibus. He closed his eyes and rested his mind. At first glance, he seemed to be asleep, but his frowning brows and long legs that shook anxiously from time to time, It all shows his irritability.

"Milos, what are you bothering about?" A middle-aged man next to him said.After the food festival, they did not leave in a hurry, but went around the province A to taste a lot of things.

"That's right, today's food is delicious, but you don't seem to be enjoying it at all." Another woman with big curly rolls answered, "You know, you can only eat airplane food later."

Hearing the words "airplane meal", Milos opened his eyes.

Milos: "Don't remind me of this cruel thing."

Facing the curious eyes of Manche, Milos twitched his lips, as if he didn't want to talk much.But the young man next to him who knew the inside story was already chattering: "Don't bother Milos, he has been pierced by that restaurant called Huaji the past few days. Wang rejected him because of that restaurant, and the owner of the restaurant also refused.rejected him."

"Rejected you? What did you reject?" the person in the car asked.

"I invited her to be the chef of my three resorts, and promised to recommend her to participate in the top variety shows, events, and competitions, and use a professional team to pack her into a culinary star."

Milos said, looking at the increasingly shocked eyes of the people in the car, looking for resonance: "My conditions sound good, right?"

"Sounds very tempting. If it's different, I will definitely agree." The big curly lady nodded, "Then what about her, why did she refuse?"

Milos: "..."

Thinking of the situation at that time, Milos felt a little dazed, and moved his gaze to the velvet roof of the car.

Milos: "She said she has her own shop."

Milos: "There is even Wang working for her. She is very satisfied with the status quo."

"No more words?"

"Gone."

Big Boss sighed: "You can't force it, Milos, don't be sad."

Milos felt better, and looked at the considerate lady next to him, trying to seek comfort.

"I thought at the time that she was an arrogant chef, otherwise she wouldn't be able to cook that kind of dishes. Her choice is also understandable." Da Boss stroked his chin and continued, "After all, your shop, evenNo king will come."

Milos: "?"

...

Early in the morning, two boxes of big oranges were delivered to Feng Qianguan's door.

Liang Hui explained: "My hometown's oranges are about to go out of the market and haven't been sold out yet. My brother sent me some. I couldn't finish them all by myself, so I wanted to bring them to the store to share."

Jiang Ci used a knife to separate the outer packaging of the box, and when he opened it, the oranges inside were indeed very ripe, with a strong orange-red skin, and when he pinched it gently with his fingers, he could feel a little softness.

She peeled one, and the orange was so ripe that it almost lost its sour taste, but it was still full of water. It tasted cool, sweet, and very pleasant in winter.

The oranges in the two big boxes were 60 catties in total. After sharing a few catties between each person, there was still a lot left in the box.

Liang Hui: "This stuff will go bad if you don't eat it, please take some more."

He Mingcan struggled and said: "I can't finish it after taking it, or put it in the store and give regular customers a point?"

As he was talking, he suddenly saw Jiang Ci bent down, raised his hands, and pushed dozens of catties of oranges into the kitchen.

He Mingcan was startled: "Boss, what do you want to do?"

Mi Ting tried to raise an opinion: "Actually, it can be made into marmalade for preservation..."

Lin Wu's focus is quite different: "Hehe, the boss's strength has become stronger!"

"I want to cook." Jiang Ci replied concisely.

"Isn't it? What can oranges do?" He Mingcan was shocked, and followed the kitchen wonderingly.

He remembered that he had eaten many miraculous and innovative fruit dishes in the canteen of the pig farm, including but not limited to spicy fried dragon fruit, braised strawberries, braised pork ribs with watermelon... and so on.

In my impression, the master chef who was very passionate about cooking was finally taken to the office by the leader of the pig farm. After three hours of coercion and temptation, he reluctantly agreed to slow down the frequency of innovative dishes to once a month.

But that was the only time when He Mingcan absolutely didn't want to go to the cafeteria to make his eyes dirty.

In front of my eyes, the girl's back gradually overlapped with the master's image...

He Mingcan shook his head frantically.

No no no.

How could the dishes made by his boss be dark dishes?

It is estimated that it is still marmalade, orange dessert and other things that sound delicious.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Jiang Ci say: "Tonight, I will be serving fried pork with oranges. It's been a long time since I've done this. Well, let's fry chicken drumsticks."

He Mingcan: "?"

no?

Jiang Ci put the box in a corner of the back kitchen.

In her previous life, fruit production was small and transportation was troublesome. For most common people, fruit was a precious thing.

She doesn't have many opportunities to cook with fruit, and she tries a few times occasionally, and the effect is good or bad, but overall, it's not a tongue-torturing one.

At least... others will eat her because of her face.

Ha ha.

Jiang Ci squinted her eyes, happily peeled open an orange and tasted it first. When cooking, one must know everything under hand.

The surface of the orange petal in the mouth is covered with a thin film. When the teeth are lightly bitten, the sweet juice will splash out. Most of it is sweet, only a little sour, and the taste is more mature.

While eating, Jiang Ci quickly peeled off the orange. The orange-red fruit was exposed, covered with white veins. Jiang Ci peeled off the veins on the surface of the orange, and divided the orange into small petals.

Then, under the indescribable gazes of the people at the back kitchen door, she stretched out her hand to the chicken leg beside her...

...

"Dad, this is the shop you said, I must come and try it?" The man stood in a long queue, frowning and looking forward.

He came early, but there were already more than 20 people in line in front of him.

"Yes." Liu Yuanmao looked up at his tall son, "This is your father's birthday present for you this year, wait for the surprise!"

The man pursed his lips: "Bring me over from City B to eat with you, and you said it was a birthday present, so you can."

Liu Yuanmao: "Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, forget it!"

The man looked at his father's stinky expression, and asked curiously: "Is the owner of this shop really awesome? You have been talking about it since you came back from the food festival, and you even went to city A twice in ten days. This is unprecedented."thing!"

"That's right." Liu Yuanmao's expression suddenly became serious, "I haven't tasted anything better than that beggar's chicken in these years—except for fried chicken in sauce."

Liu Yuanmao put his head next to his son, and said mysteriously: "You will step on the purchase restriction line to help me buy later, and I will pack all my things and go to City B."

"Why pack it back home?" the son wondered, "It won't taste good when you take it home!"

Liu Yuanmao said: "It's okay, Pan Xingchang also recognizes that it's a good thing when it's cold."

Son: "Do you want to feed Pan Xingchang?"

Liu Yuanmao: "I want to let him see it! Then tell him, if you want to know who the cook is who made this Beggar Chicken, you have to tell me who made the fried chicken with sauce."

Liu Yuanmao: "Hehe, I'm smart. Then Old Pan, he still wants to hold back and not tell me."

The man didn't know what to say, so he raised his hand and silently praised his father.

At five o'clock sharp, Feng Qianguan opened. Liu Yuanmao and his son lined up and walked into the store.

He Mingcan: "What do you want?"

Liu Yuanmao stared at the menu, ordered this and that, boldly designated a batch of packaged food, and then his eyes fell on the last column of the menu.

Liu Yuanmao: "Stir-fried chicken drumsticks with oranges?"

Man: "Hahahahahaha, this is what Dad said you were doing with a good cook."

He Mingcan was unhappy: "What's wrong with fried chicken legs with oranges, the fried chicken legs with oranges in our store, that, that taste is also unique!"

The man smiled: "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

After He Mingcan finished speaking, his expression was a bit complicated: "It's okay, I understand you."

Liu Yuanmao pursed his lips and glared at his son: "I want a fried chicken drumstick with oranges!"

There are not many places in Feng Qianguan, and many unfamiliar diners can only share a table.Liu Yuanmao and his son found an empty table and sat down. Two old men happened to be sitting next to them. One was eating big bones in sauce, and the other was sucking on wonton noodles.

"Did you order the fried chicken drumsticks with oranges?" an old man asked curiously.He just heard it.

Liu Yuanmao glanced at him and nodded: "Yes."

"I'm quite curious." The old man said, "Today is the first time I dare not order something from Boss Jiang's store."

Let’s talk about fried chicken drumsticks with oranges. If you think about it carefully, the two ingredients are good to eat alone, and the combination will not taste like poison.But after eating this dish, have no appetite to eat other dishes, and the other dishes are all amazing delicacies with guaranteed taste. Therefore, after struggling with this new menu, everyone chose to give up it.

Few people order fried chicken drumsticks with oranges.

"I also think, Dad, that's the only bad thing about you. You're too impulsive. There's no need to order this just to refute me." The son smiled.

With outsiders around, Liu Yuanmao couldn't speak after his words got stuck in his throat.He glared at his son, can he die without damage?

The son shrugged.

The old man next to him was Liu Yuanmao's same age. Hearing this, he showed a somewhat emotional expression.

Liu Yuanmao didn't want to be considered as an "impulsive" ordering, and said: "We have always had the practice of adding fruits to dishes. Although it is not very popular, it has a long history. It is like the current coconut chicken and lychee shrimp.Balls, shredded bananas, etc. are all delicious."

Son: "There is also a classic series of canteen dishes, spicy fried dragon fruit, have you heard of it? Your son has eaten it."

Liu Yuanmao: "..."

Several people were talking, and after a while, the dishes were served.

On the table is a mapo tofu set meal, a small crispy meat steamed bowl set meal, and a... fried chicken drumsticks with oranges.

"We have prepared all the other things you packed, and they are still warm. You can pick them up when you leave the store." He Mingcan explained.

"Thank you." Liu Yuanmao said.

There were four people at a table, Liu Yuanmao and his son, as well as the two elders next to him, all eyes were on the dinner plate in front of them in an instant.

Not curious that's fake.

After shifting their attention, several people could smell, among the complex food aroma, there was a sour, sweet, fruity fragrance.

Liu Yuanmao glanced at it twice, and smiled on his face: "It should be delicious, and this recipe is a bit like sweet and sour pork."

On a clean white porcelain plate, the thick chicken thigh meat was cut into small pieces, wrapped in rice paste, and fried golden.Chicken thigh meat is fried together with green and red peppers and orange slices. The surface of the meat is covered with a layer of gravy, which is thin and bright golden.

Sweet and sour pork, with a huge upper and lower limits, can be made into an appetizer that is snapped up in restaurants, or it can be made into sweet and sour noodles that make people look miserable in cafeterias.

"It looks delicious." The diner next to him licked his lips.

"If you don't dislike it, try two yuan too. Everyone has never tried today's new dish." Liu Yuanmao invited.

"Thank you so much, I'll just eat one piece!" The old man said, shyly picked up a piece, and put it in his mouth.

"Well!"

The first taste on the tip of the tongue is the sweet and sour Gorgon juice, which has a strong taste but gives a clear feeling.Under the sunshine of golden autumn in October, the fruit trees are covered with heavy orange oranges, which are plump and juicy. After full growth, the sugar in the pulp continues to increase, gradually covering the acidic substances.After cutting, the juice locked by the peel burst out, and flowed out along the gap made by the blade, sweet and sour, with the unique sweet fragrance of oranges...

Going down, I ate the fried golden and crispy dough, the aroma of the grains and the sweet and sour gravy combined very harmoniously, followed by the second layer of amazing taste - the dough locked the chicken thigh meatThe gravy, the large piece of chicken thigh meat hidden inside is tender and hot, so hot that the old man can't help but breathe.The chicken thigh meat has been processed, and the interior is also permeated with a light orange aroma, but it matches very well with its own slight saltiness.

The old man was scalded to "hashas" for a while before he recovered: "It's delicious! It's delicious! This sweet and sour taste is just right!"

The other three people on the table also tasted it, and all of them showed amazed expressions at this time.

"This sauce is so delicious, how did the boss make it?"

"The chicken thigh meat is so tender and fragrant! The gravy is so rich!"

The son looked at Liu Yuanmao with a look of shock: "Niuuuuuuuu, daddy, you've won all of this."

"Is that what I call gambling? It's you, who doesn't understand your father's vision at all!" Liu Yuanmao said to his son secretly with reproach on his face, and when he turned around, he couldn't help showing his foresight.

Liu Yuanmao: "Actually, our ancients have long used fruits to cook. For example, there is a recorded pear fried chicken①, which is made with tender chicken breast, mushrooms and pear slices. It tastes fragrant and tender. ChickenThe meaty aroma of the meat and the sweetness of Sydney are well matched, it is fragrant and nourishing, that taste..."

Liu Yuanmao seemed to be recalled, and unconsciously started talking.

After the old man next to him ate a piece of chicken leg, he was embarrassed to continue to move his chopsticks, stared greedily at the plate in front of Liu Yuanmao, and replied casually: "You are right."

Liu Yuanmao was happy, and talked about several dishes in succession.

The old man nodded his head.

Liu Yuanmao finally spoke frankly, feeling a little dry, turned around and picked up the teacup on the side, his eyes fixed immediately.

On the porcelain plate, chicken legs were fried with oranges. The oranges were gone, and the chicken legs were gone, leaving only a few slices of green and red peppers dipped in Gorgon sauce.The son is picking up one of them——

Liu Yuanmao's lips began to tremble: "I, my chicken legs..."

The son came back to his senses, startled and suddenly realized: "I'm going, I'm sorry, I'm addicted to eating."

Liu Yuanmao: "..."

Liu Yuanmao: "..."

Whoever loves this stinky son will want it!

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