Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

Chen Yan is not usually a talkative person, even though he is always shuttling around the store, he still doesn't have the sense of presence that is always in the back kitchen.

This may be related to his temperament, he always has a smile on his face, because his fat, round face always makes people feel amiable, and he feels that this person is not aggressive and trustworthy.

But also because of this, it is difficult to impress people.

Chen Yan rarely wears bracelets at work, let alone play with the walnuts and other gadgets he carved.

But he is very generous. Everyone in the store, including the staff of the program group, has received small things carved by himself.

Director Han would often discuss with him how to make small-leaf red sandalwood bracelets. Chen Yan is an expert in this area. Director Han often bought fake bracelets, and it was Chen Yan who made him buy a few real ones.

Usually he is always very low-key, and when something happens, everyone will think of him-because he is not only good-tempered, but also proficient in almost everything.

Apart from being ignorant of things like machines, calligraphy, painting, literature and musical instruments, there is basically nothing he can't know.

Ming Qian also sighed to Chen Yan, he estimated that he would not have as many things as Chen Yanhui in his whole life.

It was Chen Yan who comforted him: "How many years have I lived? How many years have you only lived? I was still a baby when I was your age. Don't worry about it when you live to my age and you don't have what I have. "

Only then did Ming Qian know that Chen Yan was the oldest person in the store besides Youjun.

Calculating age, Haruka can only be regarded as his great-grandson.

"What's the matter with the old man?" Yao wiped off the water on his hands, stood beside Ming Qian and asked.

Katsumura Yota is now holding Chen Yan's wrist tightly, and Chen Yan can't just break it off directly, and is now in a stalemate.

Ming Qian didn't know either, he whispered: "Be polite, don't call me an old man."

Yao: "...I made the wrong boss."

Ming Qian stretched out his hand to rub Yao's hair, Yao was relatively short, and when standing next to Ming Qian, the height of the two was just right, Ming Qian could easily put his arm around Yao's shoulders, or rub Yao's hair.

Haruka shivered, and slowly moved to the side.

Hey, the boss likes him, he knows it in his heart, but he can't respond to the boss's liking, or You Jun will definitely pick him off.

He's just grown up and hasn't lived enough.

After rubbing Yao's head, Ming Qian was ready to rescue Chen Yan.

At this moment, Chen Yan couldn't figure out what the old man was going to do. Just after he handed the string to the other party, the other party grabbed his wrist and looked at him with a sad face, as if he was a young boy who was forced into the water and needed him urgently. of salvation.

Chen Yan: "Sir, shouldn't it be time for you to let go?"

Katsumura Yota tried his best to widen his small eyes, and said sincerely: "Master, you have such a technology, why do you stay here? Don't you want more people to see your work?"

Chen Yan said helplessly, "Speak well and don't grab me, okay?"

At this moment, Yota Katsumura realized that he was still holding on to the other party's wrist, and quickly withdrew his hand, but said very politely: "I'm very sorry, I was the one to be rude."

Chen Yan didn't know what to do when the other party made such a move and apologized so solemnly.

Chen Yan: "... If you like the bracelet, you can take it. Although I have carved a lot myself, I don't make many bracelets. I won't have a second one to give you when you come next time."

Katsumura Yota solemnly took out a handkerchief and wrapped the string tightly, then put it in his coat bag, then raised his head and said to Chen Yan: "Master wants to practice in the mortal world, I understand."

Chen Yan: "..."

What do you understand?

Chen Yan turned around inexplicably, just in time to bump into Ming Qian who was walking over, and the two had to go to the back kitchen together.

"Did the people at that table bother you?" Ming Qian asked in a low voice.

Chen Yan shook his head: "No, just grabbed my hand and insisted that I was a master."

Ming Qian: "This is called discerning a hero with discerning eyes. Although I don't understand literature and play, I also think you are good at carving."

Chen Yan said modestly: "I am still far from a master. I only know the shape, but not the meaning. A true master can engrave Zen on any object, but I can only engrave characters and scenes on walnuts. Among them The gap is not something that will take time to catch up."

After finishing Chen Yan, he sighed: "It's like there are many people in this world who are familiar with poems and songs from ancient times to the present, but there are still only those two poets and poets. This name."

Ming Qian pondered for a few seconds after listening, and finally said: "I am also far away from your realm."

Chen Yan looked into Ming Qian's eyes and said sincerely, "Boss, let's encourage each other."

Ming Qian: "...well, let's encourage each other."

Ming Qian, who has no artistic talent since childhood, feels that he can't understand Chen Yan's troubles no matter what.

He can even sing a song out of tune, and he can only draw stick figures when painting. It is too difficult for him to understand Chen Yan's troubles.

It is still suitable for him to open a hot pot restaurant, he is just a layman.

However, this does not prevent ordinary people from appreciating beautiful things.

"Didn't you say you are short of money? Otherwise, why don't you try to hang your work in the online shop? See if you can sell it?" Ming Qian returned to the stove, and suddenly remembered that Chen Yan had said several times before that he didn't have enough money. .

It's not that Chen Yan complained about Ming Qian's low salary, but that his own hobbies are too expensive.

In addition to buying raw materials to play with carvings by himself, he also buys works of famous masters.

The former is relatively cheap, while the latter is staggeringly expensive. Master works are not only difficult to buy, but prices often start at tens of thousands.

If you want to buy the master's previous works, you have to negotiate the price with the current owner, and the price will be even higher.

So Chen Yan didn't save much money even if he showed people Feng Shui everywhere before.

But Ming Qian felt that the fundamental reason why he didn't make any money from watching Feng Shui was because he couldn't fool around.

Although Ming Qian felt that there were many liars in professions such as Feng Shui masters, there must also be real talents.

But those who make a lot of money are generally liars. Liars will figure out people's hearts and know what customers really want.

It is better to say what the other party likes to hear than to be right.

Chen Yan hesitated: "I don't think my sculptures are ready to be sold."

Yao persuaded from the side: "I think you can."

He Qin also said: "I put the walnuts you gave me in a special box. I think they are works of art. Have you seen the story of Hezhou? I wanted to carve such walnuts with such exquisite craftsmanship. , I have seen many nuclear carvings later, but none of them are as detailed as Brother Chen's carvings."

The two male guests also said: "Yes, people's eyes are just like the real ones, and there are hairs! Such detailed hair carvings, one strand of hair is thinner than a real strand of hair. Brother Chen, it's not that we praise you, it's Your level is really high."

Chen Yan was praised by a group of people, his face turned a little red from the praise, and he wished he could change into his original form and dance in place at this moment.

It's a pity that there are people in this group, and the back kitchen has a camera facing them, so he can't dance in his original form.

Otherwise he would have to sing a song!

Although the lyrics will always only have the word "Dangkang".

"Then, then I'll give it a try." Shy, Chen Yan lowered his head to get the vegetables, and walked out with the crispy pork and pumpkin pie that Mingqian had just fried.

He had never been praised so bluntly before.

It may be due to nature, Chen Yan never thinks how amazing what he has learned, and he never shows off to others.

In the past, when showing Feng Shui to others, customers also believed in older, more immaculate peers.

I don't really believe him, a fat middle-aged man who looks inexperienced.

Chen Yan delivered the dishes to the table, the smile on his face couldn't be concealed at all.

"Use it slowly." He put down the porcelain plate, and walked out of the store with his hands behind his back - he urgently needs a place where no one is around, so that he can have fun alone.

After preparing shredded apples, millet crisps and scallion pancakes, Ming Qian went out with the dinner plate.

When he went out, the people at that table were drinking soup. They didn't put chopped green onion and coriander, and they only drank clear soup from empty bowls.

When Ming Qian put down the dinner plate, the old gentleman who was the leader looked up and looked at him without blinking.

Seeing him, Ming Qian had goosebumps all over his body, and he felt a weird feeling like his hairs were standing on his head.

Yota Katsumura put down the bowl in his hand, and also looked away from the young boss.

Since he was over 70 years old, his sense of taste has deteriorated again and again, faster than his peers. He has not enjoyed the delicious food for a long time. Maybe he can use his previous experience to prepare seasonings suitable for ordinary people, but he If you eat it by yourself, you can only eat extreme salty, sweet, bitter and spicy, none of which has anything to do with deliciousness.

So even though he is the founder of Crystal of Asia and the person with the most say in the jury, he doesn't actually participate in the voting very much.

Because he knows how influential his vote is, and he knows better that his vote should not be cast.

So he only analyzed the chef's cooking techniques, the freshness of the ingredients, as well as the decoration and environment of the store.

He doesn't think the interior decoration is irrelevant. For diners, an environment with privacy and allowing them to eat with peace of mind is a good environment.

No matter how delicious food is, if it appears in a crowded market, it will only be covered by sewage and dust.

But now, looking at the bowl of soup in his hand, he was speechless.

He couldn't say a word of praise, because any praise seemed pale, and this bowl of soup was delicious even for a person with a lost sense of taste.

What about people with a normal sense of taste?

Yota Katsumura looked at the companions who came together, and they put down the soup bowls in their hands one after another. Everyone had different expressions, but it was not difficult to see that they all had the same opinion on this bowl of soup.

"What do you think?" Yota Katsumura asked.

The judges hesitated, because they knew that Yota Katsumura's sense of taste had long since deteriorated, and he still didn't like the decoration of this store, so they didn't want to exaggerate so as not to offend the other party.

"I feel it's ok."

"Yes, it's better than any soup I've had before."

Probably said hi, the person who spoke later forgot the attitude of Yota Katsumura just now.

"I think this can be called high soup. Those soups that have only been boiled for more than ten minutes should not have the word in front of them."

"The broth I drank last time almost made me vomit. I really should pull that boss over and let him taste what real broth is."

"Not only can there be no oil in the noodle soup, but there is no fishy smell when drinking. It is not greasy, but the taste is very mellow and delicious. This kind of soup is too rare, and it is really wasteful to put it in a hot pot restaurant."

"Yes, this kind of soup should appear in high-end Chinese restaurants. If I hadn't tasted it, I would never believe that a hot pot restaurant can make such a soup."

Chen Yan found a place without a camera outside and cast an invisibility spell, then danced happily and sang a few songs happily before returning to the store.

As a result, as soon as he walked in, he was stopped by the only customer at the table in the store.

No way, who made him the only one present who can speak Japanese?

Chen Yan could only walk over, and at the same time made up his mind that no matter what the old man said, he would not give anything to the other party—he still wanted to sell it on the Internet. The boss and others have said that his works must be Can sell.

He didn't intend to make money from this, but if someone is willing to buy it, it will be the greatest compliment to his carving ability.

"Who made this soup?" Yota Katsumura asked Chen Yan.

Chen Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "Our boss."

Katsumura Yota: "Can I meet him?"

Chen Yan: "I'll go ask."

Chen Yan went to the back kitchen and called Ming Qian out, and Ming Qian came to Katsumura Yota and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

However, since Ming Qian doesn't know Japanese, Chen Yan still needs to translate this sentence.

Katsumura Yota coughed lightly: "I want to ask what ingredients are used in this soup?"

Ming Qian: "Pork bone, chicken rack, beef bone and beef, nothing else."

Katsumura stood up too excitedly: "Impossible! Such a soup can't be made with these ingredients! If these ingredients can be used, then such soup should be everywhere!"

Because he was too excited, he choked his throat with saliva, put his hands on the edge of the table, bent over and coughed violently.

Chen Yan was taken aback, fearing that this guy would touch porcelain, he reached out and patted Yota Katsumura on the back.

Katsumura Yota: "Cough...cough?"

He hadn't coughed enough, so he stopped coughing.

It's like hiccupping halfway through, otherwise it will stop hiccupping. It can't be said to be relieved and comfortable, and there is still a feeling of wanting to do it twice.

Yota Katsumura picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.

Ming Qian could only say: "Other than these, the rest is my unique secret recipe, and I cannot tell others."

"But don't worry, the store has passed the inspection of the health department, and there will be no strange things and materials."

After Katsumura heard the "secret recipe", the expression on his face became better: "I knew that there must be a magical secret recipe. I heard from the elders in my family that every restaurant in China used to have its own exclusive secret recipe. It is very sad that it is gradually lost.”

"Because of the lack of secret recipes, some famous dishes cannot reproduce the original taste even if they are restored."

Yota Katsumura looked at this restaurant from a different perspective, and felt that this unassuming hot pot restaurant fits the Chinese people's view of "big hermit hidden in the city". It needs a beautiful presentation, even if there is only one big pot, it can make a delicious meal comparable to a state banquet.

"Would you like to try the side dishes again?" Ming Qian felt that the old man was a little too excited, and he was afraid that something would happen to him in his shop.

His soup is indeed delicious, and the soup made of soup and stones is indeed miraculous, but it can never cure all diseases. If the other party faints or is a foreign friend, he must lose everything?

He hasn't got the money for selling the stone yet!

Katsumura Yota nodded, and picked up a shredded apple with chopsticks with a serious face.

This is a very simple dish, requiring only sugar and apples, and the chef's skill cannot be seen from this dish alone.

But Yota Katsumura still stretched out his chopsticks—mainly because he wanted something sweet.

For the elderly, it is normal to be addicted to sweet and salty.

Originally, he was worried that he would not be able to bite the outer sugar shell, but to his surprise, the moment his teeth touched, the sugar shell shattered, and his teeth bit into the pulp, which was very brittle. This is the taste that only fresh apples can have. It is mixed with the sugar shell and chewed and swallowed. The mouth is full of sweetness, apple juice and fragrance.

Katsumura was too excited to speak. How many years has he been unable to taste the taste of fruit?

It was a taste that only existed in his memory. He couldn't eat hard fruits at all, so he could only squeeze them into juice, but he could only taste a little of the juice.

Is it the chef's skill in this store, or is the food quality of this store excellent?

Katsumura Yota forced himself to hold back his excitement and asked, "Where did you get the ingredients?"

Ming Qian replied: "There are employees in the store who grow fruits and raise livestock in their hometown. Our store picks up the goods directly from there. The breeding environment there is very good, and they also have their own unique breeding techniques."

Ming Qian has memorized these words fluently - anyway, it sounds like the taller the better, so that the other party won't keep asking.

However, Katsumura Yota is not a person who knows how to order and stop. He continued to ask: "Can you tell me the address? I want to visit."

Ming Qian is stupid, isn't he, to eat hot pot, you need to go to the place of origin of the ingredients?

Ming Qian: "I'll go ask."

Ming Qian went to the back kitchen and asked Yiyi if he could give the address to the outside guests.

Yiyi shook her head, she typed and said, "We don't really want to deal with outsiders."

Yiyi and her family really think so. Before selling vegetables, they mixed with fellow villagers to ensure that the vegetables would not be differentiated from other races. In this way, even if people who buy vegetables think that a certain tomato or pumpkin is particularly delicious, they will not Go to the vegetable merchant.

Their ethnic group is not large, and they don't want to be enemies of the human race, so protecting themselves is the most important thing, let alone selling ingredients to foreigners, even if they sell them to locals.

Mingqian told Yota Katsumura what Yiyi meant, that they were unwilling to let outsiders visit their planting base, and they would not sell their vegetables and livestock to stores or people other than this store.

"That's a pity." Katsumura Yota said regretfully, "It's a loss to the food industry if such raw materials cannot be vigorously promoted."

Mingqian: "..."

Are you all in the food world?Sure enough, the foreigner's language is tall, and he still has to learn.

Katsumura Yota: "If you can, please let me meet this lady. I want to pay her my respects."

"It is a very respectable spirit to think of ways to cultivate better fruits and vegetables instead of standing still."

"Although many people don't understand, delicious food is the most comforting thing."

After the other party said so, Ming Qian could only run back to the back kitchen and ask Yiyi again.

Yiyi didn't want to see the other party - because she had nothing to give, Chen Yan sent a bracelet, she only had a wooden hairpin for her hair, this wooden hairpin was given to her by Qing Gu, no matter what Cannot be given away.

"I'm sorry, she's busy right now." Ming Qian could only tell a harmless little lie.

Katsumura Yota frowned, just about to get angry, but forced himself to hold back, after all, Mingqian is not a junior in his family, he can't just yell, so he said: "Well, I don't like to force others."

Ming Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "Then take it slowly."

After Mingqian left, Katsumura Yota tasted the pumpkin pancakes again. Every time he tasted a dish, he would chew with his eyes closed for a long time, savoring the taste carefully.

Among so many small dishes, his favorite is candied apples.

Crisp and sweet, more importantly, he can taste the original taste of apples.

Others have different preferences, but they all think that even with these small dishes, this hot pot restaurant is enough to enter the top [-] in Asia.

"I don't think we can be judged by storefront fit-out."

"Yes, food should be a beautiful thing regardless of country, region or race. Even if it is a restaurant that is in trouble, as long as it tastes good, we should treat it with a fair attitude."

"I think so too."

Katsumura Yota listened to what they said. If it was normal, he would have been furious. He believed that food is inseparable from the environment. There are stories in China where Meng’s mother moved three times. The environment can destroy a person, what is the difference between food and people?

But at this moment, he couldn't lose his temper, and couldn't say anything to refute.

He just wanted to order another candied apple, and if possible, he really wanted to meet the clerk who bought the ingredients.

An excellent chef can rejuvenate the ingredients, but no matter how good the chef is, he can't turn decay into magic, and he can't turn junk ingredients into top-notch delicacies.

The chef and the ingredients, the two complement each other and are indispensable.

Yota Katsumura suddenly said: "I think this store can enter the top ten."

Everyone was silent for a few seconds.

Someone asked cautiously: "Sir, do you really think it can enter..."

Yota Katsumura: "Because even I can taste the delicious food."

"Good food is not something that only gourmets can taste." Yota Katsumura said with a smile, "What's the use if gourmets think it's good but diners think it's bad?"

Yota Katsumura: "Gourmet food is different from art. It is not a high-brow thing. It is a necessity that can make people feel happy when they are eaten in their mouths and swallowed in their stomachs."

Although other reviewers feel that this store is listed as the first, it is not surprising.

But still feel dazed.

After all, the first place every year is a high-end restaurant, and this year, a hot pot restaurant may fall short of the attention of fans all over the world, right?

Will someone scold them for taking money from the store?

Suddenly someone in the jury said: "We don't have enough people now, we should let more people come and try."

The others reacted and supported again and again: "Yes, yes, that's it."

In this way, when the fans scold people, they will not be caught scolding them. If they shoot a large area, the firepower shared by everyone will be much smaller.