Rebirth Night Expedition Far River

Wen Jiang went downstairs with Shen Song, and when he saw the waiter in the lobby greeting customers, he greeted him as he walked towards him.

The waiter walked up to him and said with a smile, "Young master, do you have something to order?"

Wen Jiang smiled and said, "Is it convenient to borrow the kitchen in the store?"

The shop waiter heard the words and said nervously: "But the food in the shop doesn't suit the young master's taste?"

Wen Jiang waved his hand and said, "No, no, I came to Huai'an to visit relatives and friends, because they usually like the food I cook, so I want to make a snack for them and send it to them as a token of appreciation."

The waiter in the store then let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Okay, young master, please wait for a while, the young one will ask our shopkeeper first and then come back to answer you, okay?"

Wen Jiang said: "Naturally, please trouble the little brother."

"No trouble, no trouble, it's just a little effort." The waiter went to the shopkeeper and told the shopkeeper that Wen Jiang wanted to borrow the kitchen of the inn.

The waiter trotted back, touched the sweat on his forehead and said: "Our shopkeeper said that you can just use it, and if you need anything, just give instructions."

Wen Jiang hurriedly thanked him, took out a small piece of silver and handed it to the waiter in the shop: "Thank you, brother."

The waiter in the shop naturally smiled happily: "Then I will take the young master there."

Wen Jiang nodded with a smile, and followed him to the kitchen.

It was lunch time, and the kitchen was bustling with people, and there were people coming and going. Suddenly seeing two luxuriously dressed teenagers walking into the kitchen, they immediately stopped what they were doing, and secretly inquired about them.

After a while, a fat middle-aged man came out, frowned and said, "Who are you, why are you here in the kitchen?"

The waiter hurriedly said: "Uncle Li, this is a customer of our shop."

"Guests? What are the guests doing in the kitchen? Is it because the food we cook is not to your taste?" The chef who was called Uncle Li by the waiter in the shop is also the chef in the shop. I don't like outsiders stepping into my own territory.

At this moment, seeing that the two of Wen Jiang were well dressed, he thought they were young masters from two rich families looking for trouble, so his tone was a little aggressive.

The waiter in the store hurriedly rescued Wen Jiang: "This young master wants to borrow our kitchen to cook some food for friends, Uncle Li, and the shopkeeper agreed."

He winked at Uncle Li again and again. When Uncle Li heard that the shopkeeper had agreed, he didn't say anything more. He just snorted and turned back to continue cooking. He still looked down on these young masters in his heart. Come to the kitchen, there is so much oily smoke, you won't be able to stay for long.

Seeing that Uncle Li didn't pay attention to the two of them, the guys next to him naturally didn't dare to say anything, and all lowered their heads to busy with the work in hand.

The shop clerk received Wen Jiang's favor, and felt that Uncle Li was very strict on weekdays. Naturally, he was more fond of Wen Jiang in his heart, and he was not very happy at the moment, so he walked over with Wen Jiang, pointed to an empty table and said: " Come here, little boy."

Wen Jiang nodded and said: "Okay, little brother, go ahead, I can do it myself."

The shop clerk thought for a while, and then called a young guy over, who was very energetic. When he saw the shop clerk, he whispered, "Why are you at the back, isn't the front busy?" and smiled at Wen Jiang.

Wen Jiang also smiled back.

The waiter in the shop pouted at Uncle Li: "No, who has provoked Uncle Li?"

The man scratched his head and said embarrassingly: "It's me. Uncle Li told me to cut potato shreds just now, and scolded me for cutting them in a mess, not even at all. Oh, I have only been here for two days. He said I Be lazy and don't work hard."

The waiter in the shop rolled his eyes: "You, all, come, how many days?! You have been here for half a month! Daqing, you are really stupid, do you know that Xiaofei has been here for three days, and you are so stupid. Slice the potatoes neatly."

Daqing shrugged: "I said I have no talent, but my uncle insisted on calling me to come to the kitchen to learn something."

The waiter said: "Then you can tell your brother-in-law."

"I don't dare, don't look at him always smiling, in fact, he has a lot of calculations in his heart."

"Ahem!" Hearing what he said, the waiter hurriedly covered his mouth to cover up coughing twice.

It was only then that Daqing remembered that there were other people beside him.

The waiter in the store said embarrassedly to Wen Jiang: "I kept the young master waiting for a long time. This Daqing grew up with me. His old uncle is, hehe, the shopkeeper of our store."

Wen Jiang understood, smiled and said, "Hello."

Daqing has never greeted anyone like this before, and such a kind person is actually such an expensive young master. He was quite flattered and stuttered: "You, you, you, hello."

Wen Jiang smiled.

The shop clerk pointed at Daqing and said to Wen Jiang: "If you have any orders later, young master, just tell Daqing directly." He remembered Uncle Li's attitude towards Wen Jiang just now and hurriedly said for him: "Although Uncle Li has a bit of a straight temper, But people are actually very good at talking." He purposely raised his voice, presumably speaking for that Uncle Li, but Uncle Li coughed heavily, but didn't say anything.

Wen Jiang nodded to express his understanding: "Then I will trouble this brother Daqing."

"Be polite." Daqing seemed a little shy when facing strangers, and he was not as open as he was in front of the waiter. Maybe this was the intention of his shopkeeper uncle to put him in the kitchen.

The waiter spoke to Daqing a few more words and left.

Daqing stood still next to Wen Jiang, and couldn't help stealing glances at this handsome little brother. Shen Song didn't like him staring at him all the time, so he said unhappily: "Don't look!"

Daqing was taken aback, and glanced at Shen Song again. Xu understood something, and said to Wen Jiang, "I don't know what the young master wants to do? The kitchen in our inn can be called almost everything you need." His tone was very complacent, although I have only been in the kitchen for half a month, but I have already fully integrated into it.

Wen Jiang looked around, his eyes lit up when his eyes fell on a certain place: "Those, can I use them?"

Daqing followed his gaze: "Chicken feet? Young master, these are all—" Because many customers don't like chicken feet or heads when they order chicken dishes or soups, so They all cut these out before making them.He probably meant that these were things that the guests didn't want, and he didn't know what Wen Jiang would use them for.

Wen Jiang smiled indifferently: "Our family doesn't pay attention to these things, and chicken feet can actually make a lot of delicious food, so can I use them?"

Daqing hurriedly said: "Since the young master thinks there is no problem, it is naturally possible." He walked over and took the dozen or so chicken feet.

I heard someone whispering next to me: "I never imagined that rich people would eat this kind of food."

Daqing turned his head and said righteously: "Don't talk nonsense."

The man curled his lips, turned his head to meet Uncle Li's cold eyes, his expression changed immediately, and he hurriedly lowered his head to chop the pepper in his hand.

Wen Jiang pretended he didn't hear it. After taking the chicken feet, he rolled up his sleeves and said to Shen Song who was standing beside him with a smile, "Xiao Diu sees that Brother Wen will cook something delicious for you."

Shen Song tilted his head: "Chicken feet? It's inconvenient."

Wen Jiang laughed: "When I make it, you won't dislike the inconvenience."

Clean up the chicken feet, cut each whole chicken foot in half, and put it into the pot. While talking to Shen Song, add ginger slices, garlic cloves, Chinese prickly ash, gossip, salt and other spices into it.

Daqing stretched his neck to watch, and said involuntarily: "It is necessary to put so many spices."

"Yes." Wen Jiang nodded.

Daqing thought for a while, was a little tangled, and said after a while: "Young master, can I watch from the side?"

He didn't want to steal the teacher, but he was just curious, after all, no one had ever used chicken feet like this.But I was also worried that this was some kind of secret book that was not handed down, and that Wen Jiang would be angry.

Wen Jiang said bluntly: "Of course, it's not a complicated dish."

Daqing hurriedly said: "I swear that I will never do it after seeing it! And I will definitely not tell others!"

Wen Jiang said in his heart, I will do it here, and naturally I won't worry about others coming to learn.On the face, he only smiled and said: "I believe Brother Daqing is not that kind of person."

After about a quarter of an hour, the rich aroma of spices wafted out of the pot, and the other people around couldn't help but look over here.

Uncle Li immediately said loudly: "If you have time to watch other people's work, it's better to do your own work well!" After finishing speaking, he added: "No matter how good other people's work is, it's also theirs. Don't think about getting something for nothing!"

What he said was quite to Wen Jiang's taste, and he immediately took a different look at this straightforward Chef Li.

Take the chicken feet out of the pot, let it cool, then take out a jar, and say to Shen Song: "Xiao Diu, take out our jar."

As soon as the lid of the jar was opened, a hot, sour and delicious smell came out. Daqing looked there and said, "Huh, it's actually pepper."

Naturally, what Wen Jiang brought was his homemade pickled peppers.

Take out part of the pickled peppers and put them in a new jar, then pour in some pickled pepper water, put the cooled chicken feet in, and seal them together.

Daqing asked about the taste, and unconsciously began to swallow his saliva, only to feel that his appetite increased instantly.

Surprised: "What kind of snack is this? As soon as I smell it, I feel like I want to eat it!"

Wen Jiang thought for a while, then smiled and said, "You can call him Caifengzhu."