private kitchen

He Qingshan originally thought that according to Lin Yize's flamboyance, the opening of the Humble Garden had to be very lively, but Lin Yize and Mr. Zhou chose a good day, hung a red silk on the signboard, and set off a string of firecrackers symbolically at the door , and then open the door, even if it is open for business.

This place is originally remote, there is no sign at the door except for a black plaque with gold characters "Humble Garden" written on it, except for the aunt who ran over to say that they were disturbing the people when the firecrackers were set off, the door was so deserted that even the flies did not come, He Qingshan was free I took a breath all day.

So the first meal at the opening was made for themselves, a dish of braised pork, a portion of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a portion of fried mushrooms. Order rice, and the meal will be complete.

Lin Yize didn't wear a suit these days, so he got a set of moon-white satin Chinese short sleeves from somewhere, and got a rocking chair under the shade of a big tree in the courtyard, just like a cup of tea and a fan, rocking and rocking Yes, I flipped through all kinds of registration materials in my hand.

When Lin Yize first mentioned this method of attracting customers, He Qingshan thought it was his convulsions and didn't pay much attention to it. Now that Lin Yize really started to look through the registration materials slowly, and when he was still sketching on them, he felt so worried. I was a little anxious.

During the meal, He Qingshan couldn't bear it any longer, and couldn't help asking: "Boss Lin, you don't even have a signboard here...you...at least let everyone know that this is a restaurant..."

Lin Yize was holding a bowl and eating vigorously. A chef is a chef, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes taste different. Hearing what He Qingshan said, he smiled inscrutablely.

The people around him also laughed, equally unfathomable, He Qingshan was a little hairy from the laughter of these people, and couldn't help but move back.

He knew that everyone in the Humble Garden was Lin Yize's confidant, especially the boy named Fengzi last time, he could guess what he was going to say just by looking at Lin Yize.

Lin Yize coughed softly, picked up a chopstick of meat for him, and said slowly, "There is a saying that the smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys..."

He Qingshan muttered in a low voice: "Then someone must know that this place is for drinking..."

Yi Ze narrowed his eyes confidently: "Don't worry, I know it well..."

He Qingshan squinted at the rice grains still hanging from the corner of his mouth, and felt unbelievable.

A few people just wandered around in the small courtyard for a whole day, pretending to be familiar with the environment. At 5:[-], Lin Yize had finished his tea and read the information, so he waved his hand and Announced early leave from work.

He Qingshan didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, and he couldn't say anything when he saw that everyone else was happy. He was packing up his things and going out, when he saw Lin Yize walking over, shaking his car keys: "Go Let's go home together!"

He Qingshan glanced at him sideways, and elongated his voice: "Isn't your home at Guangbei Bridge? Isn't it on the way..."

Lin Yize smiled with a playful face: "Stop talking nonsense, all my things are over there, the house is almost empty, let's go, get in the car..." He Qingshan stretched out his hand and pulled him, He Qingshan pursed his lips and smiled, also Just followed him into the car.

The moment he opened the door, Lin Yize suddenly felt very comfortable, as if this was his home, he spread out on the sofa and stretched long.

He Qingshan walked over and kicked him: "You live very well now, do you regret renting it to me?"

Lin Yize thought to himself: If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be living here!Thinking of his playful smile, he stretched out his hand and pinched He Qingshan's face: "Hey, make me that meat floss egg roll last time..."

He Qingshan sneered: "Why are you so greedy now..."

After Lin Yize finished his meal and took a shower, he saw He Qingshan lying on the sofa reading his materials as soon as he came out. This little cook is actually a lot of worry.

Those marked in blue are those that have been viewed but not selected. He Qingshan flipped through them, and when he heard him come out, he took out a copy and said to Lin Yize: "Is this person good? He also served as a judge of a food contest Woolen cloth!"

Lin Yize glanced at the information, and sneered: "The judges of the food competition can buy it for 10,000+. This person is a nouveau riche with pure money. Now, abalone and vermicelli can't be tasted, and Yuqian Longjing and Gao Sui both taste the same to him!"

He Qingshan glared at him, and turned another page: "What about this? But several books have been published!"

Lin Yize slapped him on the back with a towel to wipe his hair, and he was very disdainful: "You can catch her eyes like this? Look at her big breasts and brainless appearance, the star that was hyped on TV, look at her excessive smoking and drinking It looks like her sense of taste and smell has been destroyed a long time ago, so she just cooks some home-cooked dishes that can be eaten to pretend, and it’s not bad if she can taste sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty."

After four or five words like this, Lin Yize would quickly and viciously deny it every time he glanced at it.

He Qingshan threw the dozens of things at Lin Yize, frowning: "Brother, aren't you asking too much!?"

Lin Yize was not angry either, he picked them up one by one with a smile on his face.

He Qingshan looked at him: "I said that you are really not afraid of offending people with this method. I think many of them are famous people. In the end, don't take too much effort to please yourself?"

While picking up the materials, Lin Yize said in a slow and orderly way: "You don't want to offend others. You don't need to think too much about this. There are too many people in the gourmet circle now. They wish they could cook noodles and become gourmets. You can find one at any roadside stall." The restaurant is full of exclusive secret recipes for hundreds of years. It is messy and there are too many arty people. In fact, everyone knows who is the real gourmet and who is a pig nose. , On the contrary, it ruined our reputation." He pointed to the stack of materials: "80% of them are posted to show their own existence and taste, and they know whether they can be selected!"

He said and laughed twice: "And this time under the banner of Mr. Zhou. Not everyone can eat Mr. Zhou's dishes! If they can't eat them, they can only blame them for their lack of skills, not me. on..."

He Qingshan didn't refute his unreasonable reasoning, and gave him a bark to express his disdain.

Lin Yize smiled and rubbed against him and sat down: "There are too many people who come out of this kind of packaging, but there is really one that catches the eye, look..."

As he spoke, he turned out one of the pages, and He Qingshan flipped through it, only to see that there were only a few lines of introduction on the paper, he raised his head and looked at Lin Yize: "This person..."

Lin Yize smiled: "He is not a very famous gourmet, but he has good taste, and ordinary food is not easy to catch the eye. He used to be a scholar, and later went into business. very good……"

He rubbed He Qingshan's head: "Our first guest is him..."

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