private kitchen

Lin Yize has been recuperating for more than half a month. He thinks this half month is the best time in the past few years. Basically, he doesn't have to do anything every day. He plays computer and watches TV, and when he has any work, he just raises a finger to direct him. He Qingshan will do it.

Of course, the best thing is that when he wants to eat, He Qingshan can let He Qingshan do whatever he wants. He can order any dish. If he wants to eat meat, there is braised pork, white meat, and soup. After 3 hours of bone soup, there are meaty, vegetarian, spicy, sweet and sour. I can’t get enough to eat every day. If I am bored, I will study the dishes with He Qingshan. Don’t look at this little cook. I always look angry at ordinary times, cooking is convenient but not ambiguous at all.

Lin Yize found that although he and this little cook didn't have good tempers, they cooperated quite well in cooking.

After eating and drinking like this for more than half a month, it wasn't until Lin Yize found out that his belt had to be loosened by a buckle to fasten it, that he made up his mind to take He Qingshan to the private restaurant that was about to be renovated.

To be honest, in the past half month, Lin Yize hadn't been out much except for the occasional grocery shopping. He was going to die at home. When he stood in front of the mirror, he suddenly felt that he was decadent, so he stood in front of the mirror and turned himself from top to bottom. After tidying up, it was already too late for the two of them to come out of the house. Lin Yize asked Chen Tao to drive his Grand Cherokee over the day before. Now that his hand has been unbandaged, he has basically recovered and can drive again.

He Qingshan had never seen such a nice car before, sitting in the car was very excited, looking around and moving around non-stop, his eyes were shining brightly.

"Don't move around!" Lin Yize glanced at him, He Qingshan let out a little indifferent, and suddenly came over, and said with a hint of flattery: "Let me have a break!??"

Lin Yize quickly raised his hand, with an unbearable expression on his face: "Don't, I still want to live a few more years! With your driving skills, I don't dare to sit in it again. From now on, you will just sit in the co-pilot honestly. Bar."

He Qingshan gave him a blank look, Lin Yize started the car, turned his head to look at his baggy T-shirt and jeans, which were washed white, and suddenly said: "I'll buy you some good clothes later, and I'll pack them for you !"

He Qingshan turned his head away, was looking out of the window, and said nonchalantly: "I'm the only one who cooks, just wear a chef's uniform, what kind of packaging do I want?"

Lin Yize said while driving: "Hey, you don't understand this. Chef Zhang of Ruyi Building knows, right? The one who has won many awards and is now very popular... I have eaten his dishes, and it is not bad if he is full, but Why is he so popular now? In the final analysis, their boss packaged it well. This competition and that competition, CCTV programs one after another, are written by judges and masters!" He whistled, with a disdainful tone: " Now, anyone who spends a handful of money can become a master without knowing how to cook. These days, skill is one aspect, and packaging is also very important..."

As he said that, he looked He Qingshan up and down, and clicked twice: "You have a good face, and your body is not bad, I'll buy you some youthful hoodies later, bring you some sunglasses, and let's create an idol-style little cook! "

He Qingshan glared at him, lowered his head and stopped talking, Lin Yize talked for a long time on his own, but he didn't say anything, Lin Yize got bored, turned his head and looked at him: "Are you being awkward again?" He said and stretched out his hand Rubbing his hair, He Qingshan was a little annoyed for some reason, pushed his hand away vigorously, and gave him another hard look.

Lin Yize knew this kid's bad temper now, and knew that he was going to stroke his hair, so he quickly apologized: "Okay, okay, I'm just talking about it, isn't it just a piece of clothing, why are you losing your temper..."

He Qingshan turned his head away angrily, the atmosphere between the two of them was somewhat awkward, Lin Yize turned on the stereo, and the music began to stream slowly.

So the two remained silent until they arrived at the destination, Lin Yize seemed to feel that what he just said was inappropriate, so he jumped out of the car and opened the door for him.

He Qingshan got out of the car, squinted at him, Lin Yize smiled flatteringly, bent down, somewhat servile, just about to speak, a boy greeted him: "Boss Lin!"

Lin Yize immediately straightened his back, turned his head, and introduced: "Qingshan, this is Fengzi, the supervisor here!"

He Qingshan saw that it was the boy who brought him to meet Lin Yize before, and quickly stretched out his hand: "I am He Qingshan!"

Lin Yize typed a few words of haha ​​at the side, followed Fengzi and walked in, He Qingshan followed behind, Lin Yize turned to look at him, he hummed softly, Lin Yize smiled a little awkwardly, gritted his teeth while walking, thinking, Am I too kind to this little cook!

When He Qingshan came last time, the yard hadn't been built yet, and things were in a mess. Now it has been almost renovated. It is an antique yard with a vermilion gate at the main entrance, which looks very low-key. A small black plaque with two golden characters written on it: Humble Garden.

Fengzi led them to push open the semi-circular ancient door. Inside was an antique house, the old ones were made vividly, the rockery of Taihu Lake, the high threshold, two houses inside and outside, and the outside courtyard was built into a small garden. , There is an ancient building in the inner courtyard, about 10 small rooms, each room is decorated very delicately, Lin Yize took him in to look at each one, and from time to time made some opinions on decoration and so on. Just write it down one by one.

Those rooms are all exquisite and beautiful, and it looks like they have been carefully crafted with a lot of money. He Qingshan followed behind for a long time, and couldn't help asking him: "Why are there only so few rooms, how many tables can you sit in?"

Fengzi interrupted with a smile on the side, "The boss said, we don't want to make money..."

"You don't make money from running a restaurant??" He Qingshan suddenly turned his head to look at him.

He Qingshan finally paid attention to him, Lin Yize felt a lot better immediately, he scratched his head: "Hey, this... money is not important..."

Only then did he realize that he didn't seem to have told He Qingshan about his plan, so he pulled out a chair and sat down, and Fengzi, who knew the times well, immediately ordered someone to bring two cups of tea.

He Qingshan also pulled up a chair and sat down to drink tea, Lin Yize knocked on the table with his hand, and said somewhat mysteriously: "I said that we will be the most different private restaurant, so our small courtyard is not We will attract customers like other hotels, our customers..." He paused: "Did you pass the screening?"

"Screening?" He Qingshan looked at him in surprise, it was the first time he heard a restaurant picking customers.

Lin Yize smiled wickedly: "Yes, through various channels, whether it's referrals, online registration, or phone calls, only those who have sent us invitation letters can come to the Humble Garden for dinner..."

He Qingshan looked at him in surprise, and Lin Yize continued: "But each time we only serve one customer, the type of dishes and the way of making them are determined by the customer, and the customer selected by us can set a theme for this banquet , or you can directly report the name of the dish for us to make..."

He held up three fingers: "The production period is three to four days, which means that we have three to four days to make dishes that satisfy the customers. I don't need to mention the taste of the dishes, etc. The focus is on innovation, which must be Dishes that customers have not eaten, or dishes that are not often eaten.”

He Qingshan looked at him for a while, then asked: "How much do we charge for each meal?"

Lin Yize laughed sarcastically: "Let's take around 2000 symbolically!"

"2000!!!!!!" He Qingshan yelled immediately, and stared at him: "You can earn 2000 yuan in a week!!! You are crazy!!"

Lin Yize ducked back: "I told you it wasn't for money..."

He Qingshan looked at him with the eyes of a prodigal son, Lin Yize laughed again, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, then turned his head and asked Fengzi: "Is Mr. Zhou here?"

Fengzi smiled and said, "I've been here a long time ago, I'm checking over there in the kitchen!"

Lin Yize put his arms around He Qingshan's shoulders: "I'll talk about this in detail later, let's go, don't make Mr. Zhou wait too long!"

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