Food Bureau

I think to impress people like Shang Wan, it really doesn't depend on "advanced", because you are not as advanced as her, if she wants to eat top molecular cuisine, she can immediately buy a plane ticket and fly to the UK to eat TheFatDuck, but I can only tell her plainly , I am not good at cooking, but I still want to be good at it.

Perhaps so far, what impresses me most about her is the steamed stuffed bun with dried plums.

This is what I thought in my heart when I gave her a unique Wangchao.

Wangchao is a seafood dish in the coastal areas of Jiangsu and Zhejiang. When it comes to this dish, I have to mention a period of mental journey when I was young.My family was in decline, and I vowed not to take over my father's mantle. Part of the reason is that cooks inevitably have to kill, and sometimes for the taste of the dishes, they need to kill in a very cruel way.

Fortunately, the modern operation allows me to run a restaurant without killing chickens and sheep, but when it comes to seafood, for the sake of quality and taste, this hurdle cannot be bypassed.

Wangchao, a small creature, looks soft and boneless, but it is so cooked and eaten that it cannot be chewed, and there are often countless gravels hidden in the sucker, which requires a process: breaking the tendons.

Grab the live Wangchao, keep beating its tentacles, break out the sand and gravel, and then use a stone hammer to break up the muscles and bones everywhere, so that it will have a crispy and springy taste after cooking.

This is how this brine Wangchao was made, and it is currently being served on a huge plate, sending out a tempting invitation.

I clasped my hands together, "Amitabha, this old monk has ruined 500 years of practice by making this dish, and by the way, he will reduce his life expectancy by five years. Donor, please do it."

Shang Wan frowned, "Why?"

"Because it has become a spirit, if I fight with it, it will either accept me, or," I pouted, "here, that's it. Is it easy for me?"

"Deadly poor."

Shang Wan originally wanted to listen intently, but halfway through hearing it, she frowned, decided not to talk to me, and picked up her chopsticks.

I can't tell such a cruel story to her. Do you want to eat after listening to it?

"Well, the mana is good~" she said.

"Not bad, right? Let me tell you one more thing, after eating this refined Wangchao, you will stay young forever and live a long life."

"I thought I was going to grow three heads and six arms."

"Eh? Not necessarily, pay attention when you sleep tonight. Then the next dish, squid ink stew, not much, I will make you two pieces of meat."

In this way, I coaxed Shang Wan to eat all the seven dishes and complete the merits and virtues.

In fact, it's not the pursuit of quantity, it's just that she doesn't eat much. I hope that within the limited amount, she can take in more different types of nutrition. This is also a principle of the bureau's hospitality.

While she was going to the bathroom, I cleaned up the table top and put the wall chart holder I had prepared in advance on it.

Shang Wan brought her office supplies over and saw the shelf at a glance, "Eh? Thank you so much, why didn't I think of bringing one here."

"Farewell, your thin arms and legs, you are not willing to order the driver." As soon as the words came out, I thought it was a bit offensive to comment on other people's arms and legs, so I quickly interrupted, "Look, cooks who have never studied architecture are not good. seat."

The words were too dense, she was dumbfounded by what I said, and shook her head, probably regretting and thanking me.

"Okay, okay, don't bother you," I put a glass of maraschino liqueur in front of her. This is an after-dinner drink, which helps digestion to a certain extent. "I'll make you a soup later."

"Don't bother..." She picked up the wine and tasted it.

"How about it?"

"Yes, I like it."

"No trouble, I know you're full now, but you still need to use your brain for two hours, how about the Ningshen soup from last time?"

"Hmm." She nodded.

I lightly cook soup for her, and sometimes take a sneak peek at her by turning around and picking up things, watching her talk to people in the internal system, and watching her analyze the drawings. The team dictates.

I made this soup for Shang Wan today. I didn’t use the whole fish, which had bones and spines, and it was inconvenient to eat. I dismantled the fish and picked out the spines carefully, then cut it into cubes, fried it and then boiled it. The soup is still milky white.

At the last step of making the soup, I put in the lily and the fried diced fish while thinking, I don’t know if Shang Wan knows about Xiao Ziyan, if it wasn’t for the two of us making it clear last week, I really want to ask her , I probably want to ask... Can you help me to settle this matter, if she was the one who sent Hou Mengyan away that day, can you help me again?

I laughed when I thought of that, but luckily Shang Wan told me that she and Zhuo Bing didn't have that kind of relationship.

I couldn't help turning my head and glanced at her, it didn't matter if I didn't look at her, just that one glance, I really burst out laughing, Shang Wan fell asleep lying on the table at some point.

I laughed because at that moment I thought she was too cute, like the female classmate sitting next to me when I was studying, but in the next second, I felt distressed, how tired I was during the day, so I was in the restaurant, and I was not very familiar with her In front of people, fell asleep.

I couldn't bear to call her, so I dimmed the lights, and sat down on the bar stool. The soup in the pot was simmering slowly, making a very soft "gurgling" sound, and there was still a hint of fragrance, if there was Nothing floats in the air.

My world has become ethereal, like a stumbling soul looking for a home, feeling timid near home.

I took out the glass, poured myself a large glass of the black cherry liqueur just now, and drank it slowly.

The world became more and more quiet, there was no food in the stomach, the alcohol found the brain faster, and there were bouts of dizziness, as well as a star of relaxed and numb happiness.

I looked at Shang Wan's calm face and thought, why did she fall asleep, tired, full, and add a little alcohol?She should feel safe, right?How else would you fall asleep?

The person at the table frowned with beautiful eyebrows, and my heart also twitched. Her lips trembled slightly, and she actually sobbed.

I'm stupid there.

Her breathing was a little heavier, as if trying to finish a struggle.

I went around the table and walked over to her, and just as I was about to bend down, I heard another soft sob.

"Sister Shang Huan?" I called her softly.

A tear slid down the bridge of her nose.

"Sister Shang Huan?" I gently stroked her back, "Are you dreaming?"

She opened her eyes and closed them again, the tranquility on her face was no longer there, and the painful emotions were spreading, tightly clutching my arm.

"Shang Wan..." For some reason, I called out her name when I felt the pain, "You are dreaming..."

Her upper body was pressed against my arm, as if she couldn't wake up, couldn't come out of the dream, sobbing loudly.

I bent down and smelled a trace of alcohol on my breath, I hugged her, "Shang Wan..."

My arm touched the cool tears, my heart tightened, and the other arm tightened along with my heart, slipping from her shoulder to her lower back, just like that, and hugged her, "Go to the sofa and lie down for a while Son, it's all right."

At that moment, she froze for a moment, and then let me hold her like that. She was not heavy, but she was still struggling. I walked quickly to the sofa and put her down gently. "What dream did you have? Just tell me." gone."

She looked at me in a daze, her eyes slowly recovered, she shook her head, "I'm sorry..."

I knelt down, "No... I didn't offend you, did I?"

"No, thank you," she seemed to be fully awake, sitting up, "What time is it? Sorry, why did I fall asleep? I should go."

"Shang Wan..." I called out her name again, trying to keep her, "...I'm sorry, Miss Shang Huan..."

"You...call me Shang Wan."

"Drink the soup before leaving? Or I'll pack it up for you and take it home."

She thought for a while, "Alright, I'll take it back."

I looked up at her, and she just looked at me so quietly, I wanted to see the emotions in her eyes again, I wondered if the sadness she couldn't get out of just now was a dream, and I wanted her to tell me.

She raised her hand and gently stroked my face, "Come on, I kept you busy all night..."

I grabbed her hand and wanted to say something, but was speechless.

Until I felt my heart start beating wildly, I stood up, "I'll help you pack."

I turned on the light, and we each packed silently. I packed the thermos, and she packed the things.

"Is the driver here?" I asked her.

"Well, it's downstairs," she looked at me, "Let's go together?"

"I'll take you down."

Carrying the thermos and her computer bag, I walked downstairs with her, and a dark Maybach was parked in the alley.

The door opened and the driver got out and opened the back seat door.

"Come on, I'll ask Uncle Joe to take you home first."

I gritted my teeth, "No need."