Liuxiang

In the next few days, Shang Huaiyan was overwhelmed by mango wontons. He occasionally came here, and sometimes he didn't come here. During the few times he came here, he met what Yi Baitang called "repeat customers" .

It was a middle-aged man.

He appears to be wearing a gray leather jacket and black trousers 360 days a year, five days a year.Every eight o'clock in the morning and six o'clock in the evening is the time when he comes to a restaurant.When he arrived at a restaurant, he would sit in the last seat against the wall, casually say "have breakfast" or "have dinner", and finish without ordering anything specific.

Yi Baitang was already used to this guest's painting style.He gave a casual "um" and entered the kitchen again.

Separated by a wall, it is deserted outside with some people, but it is full of heat inside without people.

The rice cooker plugged in was humming, the earthen pots simmering on a small fire were chirping, and there were several layers of large steamers, all shrouded in steaming heat.

Yi Baitang first took off the earthen pot that was simmering on the fire, then opened the steamer, took out a steamed bun and a steamed bun, put them all together, and sent them outside piping hot.

In the time of entering and exiting like this, the middle-aged man who came in had already taken out his mobile phone and was making calls. The calls have not stopped since he came in. When it comes to impatience, the middle-aged man has already scolded When I got up, it looked like I was about to drop the mobile phone in my hand to the ground, but once the call was over, it took only a few seconds, and it was not as hard as a middle-aged man took a bite of a bun and swallowed it. The phone broadcast a new call.

Shang Huaiyan, who was sitting next to him, ate another dark meal today.

He first looked at the other party's very normal steamed buns, and then looked down at his banana lemon ham roll with a little bitterness. He chewed the food in his mouth without taste. It was sweet, sour and salty, and he thought vomit……

Before he tried his best to swallow the mouthful of food in his mouth, and told Yi Baitang to change to a normal breakfast of buns and steamed buns, the middle-aged man sitting in the corner finished answering four or five painful phone calls, and wolfed down the food on the table. The food is swept away, and then they pay the bill and leave.

Shang Huaiyan watched the middle-aged man leave, and then turned to Yi Baitang: "How long has he been eating here?...Don't you think the food you eat at certain times is strange?"

Yi Baitang thought about it: "It's been a week. I've never said that the food is weird."

Shang Huaiyan was about to ask Yi Baitang why the middle-aged man could eat normal food every time he came!

by!Varied!what!

No!open!Heart!

They are the real good buddies who share life and death together, aren't they? !

Yi Baitang took a slow look at Shang Huaiyan, and recalled slowly: "I remember last night... I made orange fried pork."

Shang Huaiyan: "What."

Yi Baitang: "The night before yesterday, I made soup dumplings with tomatoes."

Shang Huaiyan: Trembling.

Yi Baitang: "The night before yesterday—"

Shang Huaiyan hurriedly said: "Stop talking, I know, he must have lost his sense of taste."

As soon as these words came out, Yi Baitang frowned suddenly.

Speaking of which, the person who has eaten here for so long has not left a word of advice, and his heart is full.

Could it be that the food I have made recently has made people not even want to comment?

Yi Baitang's mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

He was unhappy: "Are you all so busy? You don't want to put down your phone even during meal time?"

Shang Huaiyan: "..." Lying down with a gun is the same.

He was in a complicated mood: "Well, I'm not very busy, and I won't focus on making phone calls while eating."

Yi Baitang: "Oh."

Then silence.

Shang Huaiyan thought about saying something.

Yi Baitang already raised his eyes: "What else do you have to do, don't you have to go to work? Are you so free?"

Shang Huaiyan: "..."

Silence again.

Shang Huaiyan: "If you want, then I will..."

Yi Baitang: "Goodbye."

Shang Huaiyan: Can we still have a good communication? !

After sending away all the people who came to the restaurant, Yi Baitang simply closed the shutter door of the restaurant again, and re-entered the kitchen to study the food.

For a week, the middle-aged man who just entered the store didn't have a serious conversation with him. Before that, Yi Baitang seemed to have run out of inspiration, and he didn't have any inspiration for cooking, so he let himself go and make random combinations.But this time, Yi Baitang decided that he had to make a good meal and serve it to the middle-aged man at six o'clock in the evening, so as to get an evaluation from the customer.

His eyes fell first on the fire on the hearth.

The soup that is being boiled over a low fire is the soup just served to the middle-aged people. It is a winter food tonic soup. Clean, shedding only the nourishing parts, perfect for a morning refreshment.

But the taste...is really not rich enough.

So Yi Baitang turned his gaze to another earthen jar.

Under the earthen pot, the small fire has been burning for two whole days and two nights, the duck in it has already been rotten, and all the umami of the duck soup should have boiled out.

Yi Baitang decided on a soup.

Then because of this soup, he thought of a series of dishes such as stewed cabbage with mountain chestnuts. The mountain chestnuts are stewed in duck soup until they are fully cooked, and then the cabbage is cooked. Only a little salt is added during the process, and the finished product has the sweetness of cabbage. With the freshness of duck soup, nourishing yin and moistening dryness, appetizing and invigorating the spleen.

The distant sky dimmed unconsciously.

At exactly six o'clock in the evening, the half-closed shutter door of a restaurant was opened again, and Yi Baitang sat behind the bar again, continuing the unfinished Chicken Yard in the morning.

He didn't wait too long, the middle-aged man hurried over from a distance at a fixed time, entered the old place of the shop and sat down, and called out again: "Boss, have dinner."

I have been waiting for you.

Time to let you know how my craft really is.

Yi Baitang nodded calmly, and went into the kitchen to make the final preparations: scoop up the wild chestnuts in the duck soup, cook them together with the cabbage, and crush the specially reserved wild chestnuts when serving Garnish with cabbage clappers and soup.

After doing all this, he brought the food to the middle-aged man's table as in the morning.

Unsurprisingly, the middle-aged man was on the phone.

While talking on the phone, he picked up chopsticks to eat.

But this time it was suddenly different from the previous few times.

The middle-aged man just drank a mouthful of soup, ate a mouthful of vegetables, and didn't even touch the perfectly round rice. He suddenly stood up from his seat and shouted into the phone: "What did you say?!"

But the other end of the phone seemed to have hung up the phone, so the middle-aged man threw his chopsticks angrily after a few times of "Hello" vigorously, threw down a 50 yuan bill, kicked off the chair and rushed out of the restaurant.

Yi Baitang: "..."

After that, no new guests came in the restaurant.

Two hours later, Yi Baitang closed the store with a sullen face, packed up and processed the cooking in the back kitchen, and walked to the nearby park.

There is a group of stray cats and dogs entrenched there, and during the two months since he came here to open the shop, Yi Baitang has been there to deal with the remaining meals.

In the corner of the park, as soon as Yi Baitang came to a fixed position with his things, the cats and dogs waiting around surrounded him.

He sat on a park chair, opened the food he brought, and distributed it to the stray animals in front of him. Halfway through, one or two cats and dogs who were not afraid of people jumped up to his knees. Stuff fed them separately.

At this time, he... actually fell into a great depression, and thought over and over whether he really didn't cook well.So much so that I didn't realize that not far from where I was sitting, there was a new friend silently observing me.

The new friend admits that he is really a little bit idle.

He didn't follow Yi Baitang here on purpose, but when he was going to eat at Yi Baitang's place, he happened to see his other party pull down the rolling door with a sullen face, and leave with a sullen face carrying a lot of things... He passed by in a blink of an eye. I felt that the other party was going to do something terrible, and then I followed him involuntarily.

After a few days of contact, he has almost understood Yi Baitang's situation. Of course, he does not have a deep understanding, but he knows some one-sided things. For example, Yi Baitang bought the store two months ago, such as During the past two months, that shop has been operating silently and poorly; for another example, Yi Baitang seems to have not met any family members or friends in the past two months, and has always been alone, as if in his life. All the weight of the chef is on the profession of chef.

In all fairness, this is also quite special...

The rotating lights in the park suddenly shone on Yi Baitang, and a slightly depressed face met Shang Huaiyan's eyes.

Shang Huaiyan had a flash of inspiration, walked to Yi Baitang's side in a few steps, and asked, "Are you worried about your poor craftsmanship? ——No."

After the words fell, he immediately corrected himself:

"To be more precise, are you suddenly unable to judge whether your cooking is delicious or not?"

what? !

Where did he come from? !

How did he know what I was thinking? !

How did he know all this? !

Yi Baitang was stunned.