How to break into a Chinese book

Early the next morning.

Shen Yi had just finished his morning meeting with the assistant chefs at eight o'clock when he was blocked by the restaurant manager at the door of the back kitchen.

"Chef Shen! Hurry to the rescue!" The manager cried while wiping his sweat, "Here is the menu, hurry up and go to work!"

Shen Yi was a little confused: "Didn't the restaurant open until ten o'clock? What are you doing so early? Isn't breakfast served in the cafeteria?"

"You don't know, this is a strong customer!" The manager stretched out five fingers exaggeratedly, "I've been sitting in the private room waiting at five o'clock in the morning, and I insist on eating your cooking!"

Shen Yi thought to himself that it might be another fanatic who watched his cooking show. The hotel has a hotel system, and he didn't want to set this precedent: "Go and tell him that it doesn't open until ten o'clock, and besides, I haven't ordered all the menus for today. Well, according to the process, you have to make an appointment one day in advance to order food at my place."

The manager smacked his lips, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and clicked on a photo taken from a long distance away.

A man with an extraordinary temperament was sitting in the private room, and beside him stood an assistant who looked like a bodyguard. Although they couldn't see their faces clearly, they could still clearly see the pink cat on the table in front of them. A suitcase for bills.

Shen Yi was completely dumbfounded: "What is this person doing? Is he doing some underground business?"

The manager widened his eyes and exaggerated: "100 million cash, just buy you a meal!"

This person... what is his background?

The manager leaned into his ear and whispered the background of this wealthy customer: "I heard that he is the boss of Genesis Game Company, and he said that he suddenly went crazy to investigate the chefs of the major hotels for some reason yesterday, and then kicked him out. Come to us, begging for a lot of money!"

It seems that this time I have to serve if I don't serve.

This person not only has a lot of money, but his status seems to be quite awesome.

He came here at five o'clock in the morning and waited for dinner. How could he play a big game for such a serious diner?

"Where's the water bill?" Shen Yi stretched out his hand towards the manager.

The manager unfolded a slender strip of thermal paper, but only saw three words on it: Dongpo Meat.

This person came to the restaurant at five o'clock and waited, just to eat a dish of Dongpo pork?

Shen Yi was getting more and more confused.

However, as a chef, he can only meet the requirements of diners as much as possible.

So Shen Yi immediately ordered his assistant to boil water, and then brought a piece of good pork belly over.

Pork belly must choose the top grade with three layers of fat and thin. After the pot is boiled, cut into squares the size of mahjong pieces.

The hot oil in the large iron pan of the professional chef next to him had already boiled to bubbles. Shen Yi quickly put in a handful of brown sugar, and fried the sugar until it was browned and bubbling. A plate of delicate and tender brown-red pork belly came out of the pot.

But that's just the preparation.

Shen also put on disposable gloves, cut the hemp rope prepared by the assistant into the same length, and tied it to each piece of pork belly respectively, forming a beautiful field shape.

After the tied meat is steamed in a pot, the main steps are completed.

Shen Yi's set of operations is smooth and smooth, and the assistant chefs on the side are watching and taking notes, and Shen Yi will patiently explain them to important places. It is not so much a dish as it is, but a beautiful show. technology feast.

The Dongpo meat was quickly brought out by the waiter who passed on the dishes.

Shen Yi originally thought that the work was over for the time being, but after more than ten minutes, the manager came over with another slip: "This time...he wants to eat meat buns with cured sauce."

How can such a dish be ordered one by one?

Shen also began to wonder if this person was someone who didn't like him, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and make a delicate dish of Roujiamo and send it over.

Sure enough, after a while, the manager came over to inform again: "This time he wants to eat... zongzi and spicy crayfish."

What kind of combination is this?Is this person a big eater?

Shen Yi pointed to the wall clock on the wall, and said angrily: "It's already ten o'clock in the morning, and I have other jobs, so it's impossible to serve him all the time. Go and tell him, what else do you want to eat at once?" , is this torturing people?"

The manager hurried over to deliver a message, and after a while came back with bad news: "He said...he wants to eat hot pot, butter."

Shen Yi:? ? ?

Is it not good to go out after eating hot pot and turn left next door to Haidilao?

Shen Yi didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this man's gourd, but he had to satisfy his strange request.

After working all morning, the waiter in the restaurant brought the spicy crayfish, rice dumplings, and butter hot pot together into the private room.

Just when Shen Yi wanted to catch his breath, the manager came again.

Shen Yi looked at him with a disheveled face: "What else do you want to eat?"

The manager said awkwardly: "I don't want to eat anything, that customer... wants to see you."

Shen Yi followed the manager to the door of the private room.

He took a deep breath, tidied up his white chef uniform and his desire to scold his mother, put on a stylized smile and knocked on the door of the box.

"Please come in."

The assistant of the man inside opened the door for him, and then Shen Yi smelled the smell of hot pot all over the room.

In the hot steam from the hot pot, Shen Yi finally saw the face of the person sitting at the dining table clearly.

He was handsome, and even a little familiar. When he saw him, there was a hint of surprise in the man's eyes.

Shen Yi bowed his head and smiled politely: "Hello, I am your chef for this meal, and my name is Shen Yi."

The man was startled, and slowly stood up from his seat.

The assistant at the side closed the door and went out with a wink, and there were only two of them left in the huge box.

"Hello." His voice was a little trembling, and he stretched out his right hand in front of Shen Yi, and smiled, "I'm Jiang Yan."

Jiang...Yan?

Shen Yi stared at his face carefully for a long time, and finally realized why he felt familiar.

Isn't this the fanatical fan who rushed to the private kitchen yesterday!

Dare to love him as a fan and a big boss of a game company, a local tyrant?

Since he is a fan, the dissatisfaction in Shen Yi's heart finally faded away, he held his hand and smiled lightly: "I met you yesterday, thank you for your liking."

Jiang Yan's palm was very hot, with a slightly damp feeling, and he seemed very nervous.

After only shaking for a moment, Shen Yi withdrew his hand, but the other party seemed to be reluctant to part with it.

Shen Yi continued to smile formulaically: "Are you satisfied with today's dishes?"

"Satisfied." Jiang Yan nodded, looking at him unblinkingly with downcast eyes, which made Shen Yi feel a little nervous.

"You know...why I order these dishes?"

Shen Yi shook his head: "Why?"

There seemed to be a bit of grievance in the other party's voice, but it was fleeting, and Shen Yi even suspected that he had heard it wrong: "Because everyone else has eaten it, but I have not."

Have you ever eaten hot pot dumplings with crayfish?How impoverished the president's personal life must have been!

Shen Yi was about to comfort him when he saw Jiang Yan took out the notebook from yesterday again.

This time he opened it directly and turned to the part with written records: "These contents, I think... Please take a look."

Shen Yi took the notebook inexplicably.

There are four or five pages densely recorded in the notebook. I have to say that the president's handwriting is very good, but he can't understand the content.

What is the level of Su Shi, who is the real Su Shi, Xiaoyi made a Dongpo pork; what is the level of Yuxiang, Xiaoyi prepared a delicious butter hot pot in the sea of ​​​​lilac flowers, but unfortunately I didn’t eat it...

Shen Yi turned to the end patiently, only to see that there were two oversized characters written on the last page, which were his name.

A circle was drawn on the name, and a note beside it: Wife.

Shen Yi:? ? ?

What the hell?

Shen Yi raised his head, met Jiang Yanqi's eyes, and only heard the other party explain: "This may be a somewhat fantasy story, and you may not remember it, but this dream must have appeared in your mind."

"We were once trapped in the infinite world of Chinese books, where we met and knew each other and loved each other. You have cooked a lot of delicious food, and I have accompanied you through many thrilling levels. Now that you wake up from the dream, you may not remember ..."

"and many more."

Shen Yi interrupted him, staring at Jiang Yan's face intently, and said seriously: "Look at me."

Jiang Yan's eyes moved slightly.

The next moment, I heard Shen Yi say: "Do you think I look like a fool?"

Jiang Yan:? ? ?

Shen Yi's mood all day was made a bit inexplicable by that psychopath named Jiang Yan.

Fortunately, he is still a big president who manages a company with tens of thousands of people. Is his brain circuit so weird?It's just a dream, and you think someone you've never met is his boyfriend?

But for some reason, Shen Yi's thoughts can always drift to the notebook where the two people's love process is written densely.

Those things are weird, but they seem... kind of familiar.

The world of language documents?

It is very strange that these ancient people, Su Shi and Li Bai, seem to have some inexplicable ripples in his heart recently for some reason.

Jiang Yan on the other side was devastated.

He didn't know how to wake up Shen Yi's memory at all, but Shen Yi still looked like he couldn't get in.

Now this dream-like experience, no matter what he told anyone, he would not believe it.

Fortunately, an old acquaintance called.

Su Chengwang.

Because Cheng Jiu did exist in real life, he did not easily forget everything in the dream world.

Su Chengwang first thanked him and Shen Yi for breaking the cycle of the infinite world and completely rescued them poor bastards. Got a good idea.

"I said you are a dignified Mr. Jiang, how did you become so dull when it comes to emotional matters?" Su Chengwang analyzed, "Think about it, since Shen Yi's brain is the control center of the infinite world, then prove these things It really happened inside his head."

"It's not like the rest of us, and those things definitely made their mark in his subconscious."

"Besides... Any normal person will subconsciously think that the other person is crazy when he sees a stranger jumping out and saying that he is his boyfriend?"

"Do you understand what is called step by step?"

Jiang Yan admitted that he was really in a hurry.

"Then what should I do now? How can I wake up his memory?"

Su Chengwang said: "Xiao Jiu is a psychiatrist, so I have a little understanding of these things. In fact, this kind of subconscious memory can be stimulated through psychological hypnosis. But with Shen Yi now completely treating you as a stranger, I'm afraid I will not agree to do psychological hypnosis with you."

"There is only one last resort now."

Jiang Yan said anxiously: "What?"

"The scene reappears." Su Chengwang explained, "If you can reproduce the memorable scene between the two of you, maybe he can be stimulated to remember it."

three days later.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening when Shen Yi finished serving the guests on the last table.

The hotel is very close to his home, only a 5-minute walk away, so Shen Yi walks to and from get off work every day.

When I got off work and walked to the gate of the community, I found a low-key Mercedes-Benz S parked on the side of the road.

He passed in front of the car, and the headlights flickered on, and then a tall and long-legged man opened the door from the back seat and walked down.

Only then did Shen Yi discover that it was the psychopath named Jiang Yan.

They all chased to the gate of the community?

Since he wasn't in the hotel, he wasn't his customer, and Shen Yi didn't intend to give him a good face. Who knew that Jiang Yan walked up to him quickly, didn't speak, but handed him an insulated lunch box directly.

What is this for?

Shen Yi didn't answer, just looked up at him: "Boss Jiang, you're so stalking that I'm the man of your dreams, isn't that okay?"

"They all came to my door, aren't you afraid that I'll call the police?"

"It's all a misunderstanding."

Jiang Yan looked much calmer than before, and still maintained the posture of holding the heat preservation box: "I am used to flying around, and it has caused you a lot of trouble. I hope you don't take it to heart."

His tone was calm, as if the person who frantically used a small book to secretly poke the connotation that Shen Yi was his wife was not him at all: "I just like food very much, and it just so happens that your meal is very appetizing to me, and everything else... It's something that doesn't exist, I hope you don't mind."

He raised the lunch box in his hand and said with a light smile: "I also like food, so I learned your Dongpo pork recipe on my own that day, and made a special one for you to try, all as an apology."

"I will visit your restaurant again in the future, I hope you can let go of the past."

He said "you" one by one, with such a good attitude of apologizing, he stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling person, and Shen Yi couldn't lose his temper anymore, so he took his lunch box and said lightly: "It's okay, as long as you come to the restaurant, it's me I treat all customers equally.”

When I went home at night, took a shower, brushed my teeth, and was about to go to bed, Shen Yi noticed the insulated lunch box on the dining table.

He accidentally opened the lid, but he didn't expect that the lunch box had such a strong heat preservation ability, and the Dongpo meat in the lunch box was still emitting a little bit of heat.

There's only one piece, but it doesn't look any different than what he made.

The meat is soft and tender, and the straw rope is tied into a field shape, and a few chopped green onions are sprinkled on the brown-red soft rotten skin.

No matter how you say it, it's someone else's sincere apology.

So Shen Yi picked up the chopsticks on the side, picked up a piece, and put it in his mouth.

Unexpectedly, this piece of Dongpo pork looks very good, but the taste is far worse.

Did Jiang Yan put a big jar of sugar?Why is it so sweet?

I am ashamed to say that I learned this dish from him...

Dare he be such a sweet image in Jiang Yan's mind?