President, it's time to feed the pigs

"Why are you so sad?"

Luo Guanjie was already hungry, and he couldn't wait for Suolantu, so he took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and drank it. I don't know if he was spoiled by his appetite. Luo Guanjie now feels as bland as water when he drinks other milk. I wanted to ask Solantu where I bought the milk several times, but I was afraid of leaving a lazy and greedy impression.I haven't turned over the matter of being ignorant before.

Solantu looked up: "Cold milk, stomach ache."

"Oh, aren't you hungry? If you don't come down, I'm too lazy to heat up."

Luo Guanjie is now spoiled not only by his appetite, but also by his living habits. He used to drink whatever was in the refrigerator in Beijing.

Since he came to Dongshan, his fat aunt made him warm three meals a day, and the mountain spring water he drank had to be boiled. Unknowingly, he hadn't suffered from stomach pain for a long time.

"Let's go, eat first."

Suo Lantu became much calmer after reading the account book. He is not a love brain. Before the business, he clearly distinguishes the priorities.

The fat aunt made two dishes and one soup today, put them in a pot, and kept them warm with the residual heat of the stove.

"I'm starving."

Luo Guanjie sat at the table like a cub waiting to be fed. Suolantu filled the meal, pushed it in front of Luo Guanjie, and finally set the table and chopsticks.

Luo Guanjie feels that he is more nourished now than in Beijing. Except for eating and shitting, he can do everything else by himself. He feels that he is busy and fulfilling at work every day, and he is like a useless person in life, but he enjoys being a useless person very much.

"Why are you frowning?"

Luo Guanjie didn't even swallow the meal, he just looked at Suolantu.Obviously, it was fine during the snowball fight just now, so why look at the account book and feel so worried, isn't business good recently?

"Is there?"

Solantu realized now that he had been eating for half a day without eating a single bite.

"Why not? I think you look like an emoji, that's all."

Luo Guanjie said it wasn't fun, and even imitated it by himself, but his facial features were more childish, pretending to be deep, as if his brain was cramped, Suo Lantu couldn't hold back, and finally smiled.

"Don't talk about it, you look like my brother when you're not smiling. I'm scared when I look at it, but just smile..."

"What's wrong?" Solantu asked.

"Like a flower, a prickly pear blooms." Luo Guanjie finally made people happy, and hurriedly lost his tune again.

Suo Lantu knew that this man and dog couldn't spit out ivory, so he didn't bother with him, and continued to eat with his head down.

Luo Guanjie knew that Suorantu was worried about the farm, so he hurriedly picked up a chopstick and handed it to Suorantu's bowl. Kind of intimate.

"It's your reward, you love rice so much, I'll give you the pot in the back, just order some food."

Suo Lantu knew that this person couldn't speak well, and he obviously cared about himself, so he refused to admit it, but he knew it all in his heart.

"Tell me, what's the matter, I don't know what you're looking at with such a serious expression after reading the ledger."

"Since the beginning of winter, our shipments have decreased a lot, but our breeding volume is estimated based on summer. If the receipts from Xishan Bieyuan decrease, our pigs will not be slaughtered by the slaughter date, so we will increase the feed. Costs are going to increase.”

"Is there? I didn't pay attention."

Luo Guanjie knows how to work with his head down every day. He has long said that he can't do the accountant.

"Well, pork sales have been declining since the temperature dropped. You can look at the delivery slip and the entry records in a while."

Luo Guanjie has always believed in Suolantu, and waved his hand directly: "No, I can't understand it if you show it to me. You must be like this when you say that. Hey, it's quite troublesome to say that. There are so many pigs, and they won't be slaughtered to eat. Our little profit will be gnawed by them. It's okay, I'll call Song Xisheng and ask what's going on."

As soon as he heard Song Xisheng's name, all the unpleasant memories of Suolantu came back. The smile on his face disappeared completely, his back stiffened, and he said:

"No, let's just go to the restaurant and ask. He manages so many companies, and it's impossible for him to understand everything in detail."

Luo Guanjie thought that what Suolantu said made sense, and the two decided to go to the city early the next morning to find out what happened.

Ever since Song Xisheng said that Luo Guanjie was his friend, the lobby manager of the Xishan Bieyuan was very enthusiastic when he saw Luo Guanjie.

"Mr. Luo, you came here in person and didn't say hello. I'll go and see if there are any outstanding accounts in the finance department."

"No, I'm not here to ask for the bill. Where's your chef?"

"Huh? Mr. Luo, are you looking for our chef?" The lobby manager was relieved to hear that he didn't come to ask for money, but he didn't expect that Luo Guanjie came to see the chef.

"Yeah, I'm looking for him. I want to ask him something."

The lobby manager didn't dare to offend anyone. It's not lunch time, and the chef is also idle. Luo Guanjie didn't put on airs, and came to the back kitchen with Suolantu.

"Mr. Luo, this is Peng Jin, Chef Peng."

"Hello." The person who spoke was a man who was not too old. He was not as potbellied as expected, and his clothes were as white as new. At first glance, he could tell that the management of the back kitchen of Xishan Bieyuan was very formal.

"Hi, I'm one of your major pork suppliers, can I ask you a few questions?"

A few people sat down and made a pot of tea. Peng Jin was Song Xisheng's hand-picked chef, and he was also dispatched from another restaurant. Song Xisheng valued him so much, he must have two talents.

"Tell me." Peng Jin was very polite.

"I just want to ask, how many signature dishes have been sold before, that is, the pork-based ones, how have they sold recently?"

Luo Guanjie kept an eye out and didn't ask directly, but the manager of the lobby had already decided that Luo Guanjie and Song Xisheng had an extraordinary relationship, otherwise he would not be able to squeeze out the supplier who was about to sign the contract. He also greeted Peng Jin privately .

"Sales are still good, but not as many orders as in summer."

Peng Jin is in charge of the dishes in the back kitchen, and to a large extent his opinion also determines the direction of Song Xisheng's research and development of the dishes.

Luo Guanjie nodded. When he came, he also took a look at the general situation of the back kitchen. Indeed, there were no new suppliers, and they were all old acquaintances, so the problem must be with him.

"Could it be that the diners got tired of these dishes so quickly?"

Luo Guanjie was very unconfident when he asked. Some restaurant's signature dishes have survived for a hundred years and are still enduring.If diners lose interest in their pork, then there must be a problem with the technique or raw materials, but Xishan Bieyuan has been open for less than half a year, so it is not at all boring.

"Probably not. I tasted the leftovers. Since Mr. Luo came here in person, I believe you also want to know the real reason, so I'll be blunt."

Luo Guanjie came here for this purpose, he was eager to know.

"You say."

"The problem is the meat. I don't know why the quality of your meat is not as good as in summer. It's not that Mr. Luo is playing tricks on the supply of pork, but I suggest you think about the recent changes in farming, such as activities Quantity, drinking water, or feed? These will affect the taste and aroma of the meat. Based on my many years of experience in the industry, this meat is not bad, and it is a bit greasy, not as good as summer. Since then, you may eat it once for a long time I’ll be craving food, so it’s normal for the order to drop.”

Luo Guanjie nodded, he didn't think that Chef Peng was lying to him, but he felt that what he said was very reasonable.

Suolantu didn't speak all the time, but observed Chef Peng's sitting posture when speaking. This person is very sincere, so it's no wonder that Song Xisheng entrusted him with a heavy responsibility.

"Then let's eat here at noon today, and let's try to find out what the problem is."

Suo Lantu felt that it would be better to try it himself than to listen to what others said.

Luo Guanjie and Suolantu sat in the hall and watched the diners flock in and out, ordering various dishes, and their dishes were put on the table one by one.

The first chopsticks of the two of them both reached for the braised pork.

Sure enough, Chef Peng didn't lie to himself, the meat was moderately soft and rotten, and the taste was the same as the one he had eaten before, but after eating two pieces, he felt that he couldn't eat it anymore, and it was much more greasy than before.

Luo Guanjie took a big sip of tea in a hurry: "Is this really our meat? It wasn't so greasy before."

Suo Lantu didn't continue after eating a piece: "Yes, according to Peng Jin's intention, there must be something wrong with our breeding."

Luo Guanjie thought about it, but he didn't understand it. If you say that pigs lack exercise, you really wronged him. Now he drives pigs to run every day, and he has lost two catties. Let them run back and forth instead of sleeping all the time.

The two of them were dizzy after eating a meal. On the one hand, it was because they didn’t want to understand what the problem was. On the other hand, the hard dishes on the table, the two of them felt three highs after taking a bite of each dish. Go back in a daze.

The way back was very congested. It stands to reason that this small place shouldn’t be so crowded. The two of them drove fast for a while, but they were really impatient. It's hilarious.

"What a day, there are so many people."

Seeing that some people had already returned with full load, Suo Lantu replied, "It's probably the market, it's about to end, and now someone is picking up the leaks."

How could Luo Guanjie go to the market when he was so old? In his conception, it was the temple fair in the first month of Beijing. Anyway, he couldn't find the reason why the pork was not delicious today, so he decided to change his mood.

"Shall we go to the fair?"

"Huh? It will be dark when we go back now, so it doesn't matter what time it is when we go to the market."

After Suo Lantu finished speaking, he regretted it. It's no wonder that Luo Guanjie said that he was a little boy. How many male college students cheated their girlfriends out of the night by relying on the closing of the dormitory.Now that people deliver it to the door, he still pushes it away. If God gives him another chance, he will definitely not talk too much!

"Let's go, let's go, I've never been to the market, take me to have a look, just take a look, don't waste time."

Luo Guanjie knew that Suo Lantu would definitely agree to his small talk.

5 minutes later,

"Wow, there are so many people, and there are candied haws. I haven't eaten them for many years. Do you want them? Forget it. Buy a bunch to save money."

When Luo Guanjie saw that Suolantu had paid for it, he felt embarrassed to buy too much.He also has other small calculations in his mind, because he wants to eat and buy too much, and he doesn't dare to spend money recklessly now, so he has to cheat Suolantu. If he comes up and buys too much, he will definitely scare people away.

After a while, he was nibbling a bunch of candied haws in his left hand and a fried rice cake in his right. He ate two bites of each and bought another one. Finally, he couldn't hold it and stuffed it to Suolantu, asking him to eat it for himself.

The two of them glanced at each other while they were talking, but they ended up wandering around the market. Luo Guanjie was still unsatisfied. When he looked back, Suolantu turned into a snack Christmas tree this time, even though he had tried his best to eliminate Luo Guanjie's "leftovers."

The two of them were finally going back home when a voice sounded behind them:

"Is it Xiao Suo?"

The author has something to say: Luo: Isn’t it delicious?delicious, right?

Lan: Whoever buys will contract.

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