Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

Wu Ying, a parrot who has never been in the society but is more social than a social person, ushered in the second day of work.

His morning starts with a cup of stone water. At this time, he will stand on the signboard at the door of the store, comb his feathers in the sun, and then shake his whole body, thinking that he is beautiful.

"Xiao Ming, are you guys out of cages?"

The bosses who came to open the store early in the morning came over curiously.

"Did you pick it up?"

"Could it be that he flew back by himself after being released? That's amazing."

"That's no big deal. When I was a child, I rescued a cat in the countryside. The cat caught mice and gave me them every day."

Wu Ying was pacing on the signboard and was about to raise his voice when Ming Qian went out and shouted at him: "It's not open today, you can stay wherever you want."

The head of the parrot, which was still imposing just now, drooped down. He flapped his wings and flew down from the signboard. He didn't dare to stand on Ming Qian's shoulders. He only dared to fly around in Ming Qian's ear and asked in a low voice: Do I still have water to drink?"

"It is agreed that there will be water to drink."

Ming Qian directly took out a small bottle of mineral water filled with stewed stone water: "Take it, it's a day today, why don't you take it for nothing if you have a holiday?"

Wu Ying's mung bean eyes widened: "How can I do that? I'm not that kind of casual bird, I'm a bird with the spirit of contract!"

Ming Qian: "...Is that why you want to go to work?"

Since Wu Ying decided to hug her thighs, she had to do so in all aspects, and immediately said firmly: "Those who don't work don't eat!"

Ming Qian choked speechlessly: "...that's fine, you will stay in the shop later."

The green parrot nodded like pecking rice.

The guests in the store liked this parrot very much. Although it is a medium-sized bird, it still looks cute whether it stands on the arm or on the shoulder. The guests rushed to let the parrot take a photo with them.

"You can't post on Weibo even if you take a picture now." Someone whispered.

Director Han smiled and said, "There's no rush, the news can be released when the editing is almost finished, and it will be sent when the time comes."

Although their fans know that they are filming a variety show, as long as there is no official announcement, the fans will generally not shout, for fear of being sniped by the opponent, and the stars will not reveal where they are filming.

After filming last night, the show has officially come to an end, but with Mingqian's invitation, the guests don't have a particularly busy draft to catch up with, and they are all willing to stay here for a meal before leaving.

He Qin held Yiyi's hand in the back kitchen, very reluctant to let go, her eyes were red: "I may not have time to come back after I go back. The company has accepted two plays for me, and I will leave with the crew by the end of the year."

Yiyi patted the back of her hand, she didn't speak, she could only look at He Qin tenderly.

He Qin sniffed: "I sent you a message and you must remember to reply."

Yiyi nodded slightly.

Brother Jiang also sat next to Ming Qian, and politely handed Ming Qian a cup of tea, Ming Qian quickly took it with both hands.

"Staying here for a month, I have lost at least five catties." Brother Jiang pinched his stomach, "It just so happens that the next play has requirements for my figure."

Ming Qian himself hadn't weighed himself for a long time: "Brother Jiang, do you want to bring some tea away?"

Chen Yan sent another batch of tea. He himself didn't care much about the distribution of the tea, as long as the tea drinkers liked him, he would be satisfied.

As an auspicious animal, Dangkang is not only proficient in everything, but also stable and easy to satisfy.

As long as he is praised more, it seems to be enough.

Brother Jiang was a little surprised: "How embarrassing this is, oops, I'm too embarrassed to mention this."

Anyone who loves to drink tea will not love the tea in the store, but even if customers ask, Ming Qian will only answer that the store does not sell it - because Chen Yan disagrees.

Now Ming Qian proposed to send some tea leaves to Brother Jiang, which was also what Chen Yan had told Ming Qian in advance.

Brother Jiang whispered: "Before I started the medicine, my blood pressure was high, and my blood sugar was also a little high, but I haven't reached the point where I need to take medicine. I said I should go to the hospital for a check-up after filming this variety show, but when I got up this morning, I measured it myself. What do you think happened?"

Although Ming Qian already knew exactly what Brother Jiang was going to say, he still asked face-saving: "What happened?"

Brother Jiang was excited like a child: "It's all down, it's very normal!"

"Before it was always high, I thought to control my diet first, but I couldn't get down before taking medicine."

"As a result, I didn't deliberately control my diet during this period, and I was still so tired every day, so I dropped down!"

"Maybe it's the effect of this tea."

Ming Qian quickly said: "Brother Jiang, this is just tea, not a panacea. If you are not feeling well, you still have to go to the hospital."

Brother Jiang nodded, with an expression we all understand: "I know, I know, I just said that when I was talking to you."

"Then I can still..." Brother Jiang asked in a low voice.

Ming Qian: "Ask Chen Yan, he made this tea himself."

Brother Jiang admired: "The master is among the people, is there anyone in this world who can't do it?"

Ming Qian imagined Chen Yanhuo's age, and tentatively asked, "Computer?"

Chen Yan was busy teaching Feng Shui to others before, so he probably didn't have time to learn computers.

If Chen Yan wants to learn, Ming Qian doesn't mind enrolling him in a class—what boss would think that his employees know too much?

"And I think it may be because you have been eating on time during this time." Ming Qian tried to use more scientific reasons to change Brother Jiang's view on tea, "Early, late to bed and early to rise, three meals a day at regular intervals, and meat Vegetarian food is very nutritious.”

Brother Jiang waved his hand: "Before I came to the program group, I had a dedicated nutritionist, and it didn't help much."

In short, Brother Jiang decided on the tea leaves that Chen Yan roasted by himself, and after a few words with Ming Qian, he rushed to find Chen Yan, hoping to have the cheek to buy more.

Lin Sui was thinking about the waiting area he had set up, and asked his assistant to take a few more photos for him.

Today, the guests did not wear makeup, but they had to wear masks and hats when they left the store. They were also free to move around here, as long as they were not recognized, they would come to the store to eat when the time came.

The staff of the film crew are also on vacation, and they have all booked where to go to play.

Only Mingqian and the others were busy in the back kitchen.

Ming Qian learned two dishes last night, probably because of the lion's head as a foreshadowing, the difficulty of the new dishes was not so difficult for Ming Qian.

One is vinegar fish, and the other is Dongpo pork.

Although he was studying in the dream, the flow of time in the dream was completely different from the outside.

Maybe he stayed in the dream for several months, but in reality it only passed an hour, or even less than 5 minutes.

He couldn't tell at this time.

"Let Yiyi cook the other dishes." Ming Qian planned to cook only three big dishes - after all, he could only cook these three dishes, and the rest should be handed over to Yiyi who is better at cooking.

Yiyi has no objection, she is quite interested in cutting vegetables and cooking, as long as she is not asked to wash the dishes, she will do it.

"I didn't like washing dishes before." Ming Qian said while preparing the ingredients. He was wearing a mask, and he was not afraid of drooling when he spoke. "But cutting vegetables is okay."

When his parents were still alive, the division of labor in the family was that Ming's mother got up early to buy vegetables, Ming's father cut and cooked vegetables, and Mingqian washed the dishes.

Although Ming Qian thinks his mother's cooking tastes better, Ming's mother always pushes Ming's father to do it with various excuses. Fortunately, as time goes by, Ming's father's cooking has changed from barely edible to quite delicious.

After going to college, Ming Qian found that most of the male students around him who lived in rented houses knew how to cook.

Sometimes I go to play in the house rented by my roommate, and the roommate will prepare a big meal.

Ming Qian actually likes to cook, not so much cooking, but the fireworks in the kitchen.

Especially when vegetables and seasonings are suddenly poured into the hot oil, there is a "hiss", as if the whole world can hear it.

Perhaps to find a sense of presence, Wu Ying stood on the door frame of the back door and sang with her head up. The reason why she didn't stretch her neck was purely because of her short neck.

This time it sang a song in a foreign language, but it wasn't English. It should be in a small language. Anyway, no one in the back kitchen could tell which country the song was from.

Although Ming Qian has no experience in banquets, he also knows that cold dishes should be served first.

These cold dishes are also simple, cold beef, husband and wife lung slices, spicy dried tofu, in short, as long as they are cold and can be eaten directly.

They are only meant to serve as an appetizer, so the portion size doesn't have to be huge.

Then there are hot dishes and soups, and the dessert is the traditional eight-treasure rice.

The first thing Mingqian made was this eight-treasure rice, because this dish is not only simple to make, but also has two secrets, one is that the softer the glutinous rice is, the better it is, and the other is that the lower the cost, the better.

The glutinous rice should be boiled first, and then boiled until it is [-]% rotten, then picked up, put on the ingredients, and then steamed.

There should be lotus seeds in it, and it is the kind of lotus seeds that can be boiled until soft, and it is best to put more.

Then there are longan meat and raisins, red dates and ginkgo fruits.

The most important thing is bean paste.

Although it is a dessert, it is not suitable to put too much sugar in this dish. It is best to taste sweet but not greasy. The glutinous rice is so soft that children and the elderly can easily swallow it. This kind of eight-treasure rice with a bowl of tea is absolutely perfect.

It may be because he did it too many times in the dream, and Ming Qian was not at all familiar with it when he actually started making it. It may be because the things in the kitchen are what he is used to, even easier than in the dream.

Looking at Mingqian's meatballs, he asked curiously, "Boss, where did you learn it?"

All the cameras in the store were removed, and the program team was not there, Ming Qian beamed with joy and said triumphantly: "You Jun invited the Master of Cooking to teach me, my teacher is the Master of Cooking."

This head thief is famous, but it's a pity that he can only talk about it in front of the employees.

If he went out and said it, everyone who heard it would think he was crazy.

Yao swallowed, and licked his lips uncontrollably: "Is the food cooked by God of Chef delicious?"

Ming Qian shook his head: "I haven't eaten it, the teacher eats my dishes."

"Boss, we will also have dinner today, right?" Yao suddenly remembered that he hadn't confirmed this.

Ming Qian was puzzled: "That's right, we also want to eat today, why not? Watch them eat? It's not like opening a shop."

Yao: "Yes."

Ming Qian: "Go and see your bird, if he wants to drag you, take him to the bathroom."

Wuying heard it, stopped singing, and shouted in a thin, small voice: "I love civilization and manners, and I never mess around. I always go to the grass."

Since getting Wu Ying, Ming Qian no longer needs to search for songs from the music library, and let Wu Ying play freely. Wu Ying seems to be able to imitate any sound, even the sound of musical instruments, but there is still some gap with real musical instruments.

But for a bird, he's good enough.

Now the kitchen is big enough, Yiyi and Mingqian are standing in front of a stove, Wanwan and Chuchu are playing with the birds with melon seeds.

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Although it has been a month since they came here, the guests really haven’t had a good time in this city. They first went to the most famous local buildings to take pictures and check in, and then went to buy some souvenirs, which can be distributed to the agents when they go back. With friends and family.

Because they wear masks and hats, although they will attract the attention of passers-by, as long as they don't take off their disguise, they won't be stopped.

Lin Sui is like a bird that has been released from a cage. She takes her assistant directly to the shopping mall to buy. Even if it is high-end luxury goods, she has no shortage. When she attends important award ceremonies, the company will rent top luxury brands for her. New season dresses.

There is also a dedicated stylist for her private server.

All she bought were handicrafts, and some cups with unique shapes. She just liked these little things, and she couldn't move away when she saw them.

If the agent was by her side, she would definitely stop her, because they were all fragile items, and it would probably be broken when they were transported back by air, but this time only the assistant followed her, so she let herself go.

Originally, her agent said she would come over, and the air ticket was already bought, but the company was temporarily busy.

Lin Sui looked at it for a long time, and bought all the nicer cups.

The assistant was a little overwhelmed: "Sister Lin, why did you buy so much?"

Lin Sui smiled and said, "Give it away, people in the store want to give it away, and people in the program team also want to give it away."

"It's not good to give too much money, and I can't think of a farewell. It's appropriate to give a cup."

"Look at this, how about giving it to the handsome guy at the cash register?" Lin Sui picked up a pure white cup.

I don't know what kind of craftsmanship is used in this cup. It is obviously white, but like a shell, it will reflect different colors at different angles under the sun.

Although the shape is relatively common, it looks like a polished diamond, but it has a good texture and a special color.

The assistant looked at it and said, "It's pretty good, but Sister Lin, I don't think he has dyed his hair, but his hair is still the same color."

Lin Sui looked down at the cup: "Isn't he wearing a hat? It must be because the roots of his hair are already dark."

Assistant: "Yes."

After buying a lot of things, Lin Sui and his assistant barely picked them up.

The people in the mall didn't expect that someone would go back with so many expensive cups.

Who would buy hundreds or thousands of cups?

Don't rich people go for bags?

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Lin Sui and her assistant were sitting in the car back to the hot pot restaurant. She asked in the group of the program group, "Have you all gone back to the restaurant?"

"I'm taking a taxi."

"I'm already in the car."

"I'm curious what the boss prepared for us today."

"Actually, I think Yiyi's dishes are already delicious."

During the one-month stay here, they only ate hot pot twice in the store, and they ate a lot of dishes cooked by Yiyi during the rest of the time. It’s not that they don’t like hot pot or don’t want to eat it. The main reason is that it takes too long to eat hot pot .

To be honest, I haven't had enough hot pot yet, and I'm leaving.

"I don't know when I can rest this year." Lin Sui leaned on the back of the chair and said with closed eyes, "If I can take a few days off, I will come here to live in a hotel, eat hot pot, and not go anywhere, just rest well rest."

The assistant looked at the itinerary on the tablet and said helplessly, "Sister Lin, let's fly back tonight, we have to go to the movie promotion tomorrow, and maybe we will sing a song at the Spring Festival Gala at the end of the year, you probably won't be free this year. "

Lin Sui sighed: "Whenever I can make one movie a year like my predecessors, I don't have to worry about other things, just act hard."

Assistant: "Then we still have to endure."

Lin Sui closed his eyes.

Guests and people from the program group returned to the store one after another. The store has been tidied up. Two four-person tables have been combined into a large table. There is no room for seating in the store. Cold dishes and bowls and chopsticks are already placed on the table.

Director Han also bought a few bottles of high-end liquor from outside.

Although there was wine in the store, it was Mingqian's treat after all, and Director Han was too embarrassed to even drink with him.

Drinks are also prepared by themselves.

"It's so rich." Director Han greeted the guests, "Stop standing, sit down and see what Boss Ming has prepared for us."

The guests sat at the same table with the director and assistant directors, the assistants and the staff sat at the same table, and the other table was reserved for the employees in the store.

Although Mingqian and the others also had a separate table, there were also a few staff members arranged at that table. After all, there were so many of them that there was no room for one table.

The hot dishes served at the tip are all made by Yiyi. Although Yiyi has never learned how to cook, she knows how to cook home-cooked dishes. In addition, she is good at arranging the dishes. Even a plate of tomato scrambled eggs can be beautifully arranged, so hot When the dishes are on the table, they are really decent, not as bad as the Chinese food in high-end restaurants.

Director Han: "Then let's have a drink, drink if you can drink, drink tea and water if you can't drink."

It's noon, it's not good to drink too much.

He said a few scenes and then said: "Everyone has worked hard during this time, and I hope to continue to cooperate in the future."

The aroma of the food had already rushed to people's faces, and the guests and staff were not in the mood to listen to Director Han continue talking, and their minds were full of when the meal would be served.

However, Director Han's desire to confide came up. Everyone was drunk when he was not drunk, and he started talking endlessly while holding a glass of wine.

He first said how difficult it is to establish a project for this program. After finally establishing the project, the funds from the station are not much, so he can only recruit sponsors by himself, and then invite guests, which is even more difficult.

In short, he overcame all kinds of hardships and hardships, and finally ushered in the dawn of victory.

When he said it, the others were like students listening to the principal's speech at the flag-raising ceremony. They were all absent-minded and couldn't even make expressions. It wasn't until his words fell that there was intense applause.

I don't know whether to applaud for what he said, or for him to finally stop talking.

Ming Qian took the eight-treasure rice out of the steamer, poured rock sugar juice on the steamed eight-treasure rice, the steamed glutinous rice looked crystal clear, and one could smell a sweet fragrance mixed with the aroma of glutinous rice without looking down.

This is the last dish.

The air conditioner is turned on in the store, so there is no need to worry about the dishes cooling down quickly.

Ming Qian untied his apron, washed his hands again, and walked out of the back kitchen.

"Why didn't you eat?" Ming Qian found that the table was full of dishes, but no one moved their chopsticks.

It was rare for everyone to have a tacit understanding, and it was the first time they said so neatly: "Waiting for you."

Ming Qian was taken aback for a moment, so many eyes fell on him, he suddenly felt a little reserved.

But soon the restraint disappeared, warmth welled up in his chest, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

Ming Qian often laughs, he seems to be smiling all the time, but the smile is different.

But it was the first time for the guests to see Mingqian's smile like this, with a smile flickering between his brows and eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised, and there seemed to be a flowing brilliance in those eyes that were slightly squinted because of the smile.

Lin Sui looked at He Qin, and He Qin also looked at Lin Sui, and they both made movements of covering their chests.

Ming Qian sat on the seat, Youjun sat on the left, and Yiyi sat on the right. In short, besides himself, the two most handsome people were beside him.

Director Han stood up again: "Let me say a few words..."

Finally someone couldn't help but said: "Director Han, I've said it, I've said it, let's eat."

"Director Han, you are not hungry, we are hungry."

"You can talk after eating."

Director Han sighed, he could only sit back, and muttered in a low voice: "When I was with the teacher before, no one talked about him no matter how much my teacher said."

The assistant director couldn't take it anymore, put a lion's head in a big spoon and put it in his bowl: "Eat it quickly, you won't be able to block your mouth with anything you eat."

Director Han looked at such a big lion head and felt helpless.

Can you scoop it up with a small spoon?

Is it better to use chopsticks?

Director Han pierced the outermost skin of the lion's head with the top of his chopsticks, and the gravy locked inside burst out instantly, almost filling the bowl.

The aroma of the gravy was strong, and Director Han swallowed uncontrollably. He was about to grab a little bit to taste, but whenever the chopsticks were pressed hard, the meat inside would crumble like tofu.

He tried several times but failed to eat the lion's head, and he was embarrassed to bury his head in it. It was so ugly, and there were so many people on the table.

Still the assistant director couldn't bear to look at it, and pointed to the small spoon next to it, and then Director Han remembered that there were other tableware.

He scooped up a spoonful of meat. The meat still looked like meat, slightly reddish, but it was not uncooked red, but the taste of some kind of seasoning, but it was tender and soft like tofu.

Director Han drank a little soup first - the soup mixed with the gravy and sauce in the lion's head.

He originally thought that the clear soup in the hot pot was the best soup he had ever tasted in his life, but what he was drinking now overturned his perception once again.

The juice of the meat is thick, and the sauce that is poured on it after being out of the pot is mellow and rich.

If he hadn't known in advance that it was a lion's head, he would have thought that he was drinking an old soup that had been boiled with an unknown amount of chicken, duck and fish meat, but the soup that was boiled like that didn't have such a meaty aroma.

After tasting the last sip of soup in the small spoon, Director Han started to eat the meat.

He shook his hand, and the meat also shook, like soft tofu, but rougher than tofu, but about the same crumbly.

Director Han put the spoonful of meat into his mouth in one gulp.

"Director Han!"

"Director Han? What's wrong with you, Director Han?"

"Didn't you choke?!"

"Director Han, drink a glass of water, hurry up."