At 11 o'clock sharp, Huangji Restaurant opened to receive guests.

Of course, if there is no queue on normal working days, it is not impossible for you to come in at 10:30 and sit down. Anyway, no matter what time you come in, you have to wait until 11:10 to place your order.

At 11:08, Qian Zhongheng’s family, who had reserved table No. 6 in advance, arrived at his loyal Huangji Restaurant. Qian Zhongheng’s son and daughter-in-law still asked for leave to come over for dinner.

My son is still a little dissatisfied and doesn't understand.

"Dad, why did Yuanyuan and I have to ask for leave to come over for dinner today at noon? The reason I asked for leave yesterday was that you were in the hospital and I had to deliver food to you at noon. Today, my boss asked me why your illness hasn't healed yet.

You really can't let me ask for leave tomorrow, otherwise I will be exposed." The son complained dissatisfiedly.

"You're not happy if I treat you to dinner. How much money did you deduct for an hour? Do you know how much the meal was yesterday?" Qian Zhongheng didn't even look at his son, but lowered his head and sent a message to Qin Huai.

Qin Huai's family has already arrived.

The son stopped talking.

"Your dad has delicious food and he won't forget you." His wife Bai Xiujuan acted as the mouthpiece, "Uncle Wang, do you still remember?" The son shook his head: "Which Uncle Wang?"

"Your dad's old colleague came to your wedding back then. I haven't contacted him for many years. Some time ago, he suddenly asked your dad on WeChat for Zheng Da's WeChat ID." The son then nodded: "Oh, I know, Uncle Wang is here.

Sue? Then there is no need to treat him to dinner at noon. Isn’t it the same as treating him in the evening?"

Bai Xiujuan couldn't stand her son's weird brain circuit, and said speechlessly: "It's your Uncle Wang's friend who came to Suzhou, and they invited us to eat." Her son understood a little bit: "Then there is no need to call me and Yuanyuan.

Ah, you and Dad can just eat, and bring Mengmeng with you."

Bai Xiujuan: "..Why did you answer so quickly? Listen to me! Your Uncle Wang's friend is the new dim sum chef from Huang Ji yesterday." Son:!!!

Uncle Wang actually has such a good friend!

At this moment, my son felt very ashamed.

I’m ashamed that Uncle Wang traveled thousands of miles to attend his wedding in person. He actually didn’t contact Uncle Wang for so many years and didn’t go to Uncle Wang’s house to pay New Year’s greetings during the Chinese New Year. He will definitely take the high-speed train and fly to pay Uncle Wang a New Year’s greeting this year!

"Master Qin is thoughtful and said that thanks to your father's help in introducing Zheng Da to him, he came to Huangji today to communicate. Today, he specially made snacks that didn't fit into the recipe for your father to eat. Your father was thinking about you so he

You called me here specially and you are still complaining here. It is true that I have raised you to this age in vain."

"If you're unhappy, go back to work now."

The son quickly squeezed out a smile: "Mom, how could it be? How could I complain? I know that you and Dad are the best to me. If you have any good things, they will think of us first. I will pay for today's lunch.

I’ll save my dad’s pension and come back next week to have sex!”

Then the son stopped talking, sat happily on his seat, and rubbed his hands excitedly.

On the other side, Huang Anyao, who had been squatting at the door of the kitchen to watch the guests in the hall, also ran back immediately and told Qin Huai that the guests at table 6 had arrived. Qin Huai was brushing the third apple noodle.

He plans to make 12 apple noodles, 6 for Qian Zhongheng's family, 3 for Huang Anyao, and 3 for Huang Jia. He will make 6 for Qian Zhongheng's family first, and the remaining 6 can wait until after 1 o'clock.

, it is working time before 1 o'clock and cannot relax for too long. Qin Huai has to make several more batches of steamed buns and sesame cakes during these three hours.

While brushing the noodles and fruits, Qin Huai took a look at the dishes ordered by Qian Zhongheng's family.

I didn’t order snacks, but ordered three hot dishes that were considered signature dishes. The portions were not large, so I probably saved my appetite for snacks. When the restaurant’s guests place orders, the order notification sound can be heard in the kitchen.

The ding sound is mainly to remind the chef not to miss an order. At the same time, the waiter will also remind you through the intercom.

Since 11:10, the beep has not stopped.

Qin Huai could roughly tell from the walking speed of the helpers and the frequency of loading steamed buns that the first batch of orders were basically steamed buns and sesame cakes. Qin Huai couldn't hold back and went outside to take a look.

Good guy, the errand boy is already sitting at the door. These customers are really screaming when they have errands to run.

However, this situation did not last long. The ding-ding-ding sound stopped playing from 11:10 to 11:17. Qin Huai breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not as exaggerated as yesterday.

You can see a little bit of headway in the assembly line today, which is a good thing.

Qin Huai continued to concentrate on brushing the fruit.

At 11:22, six apple-shaped fruits were successfully born.

If a lifelike apple noodle is already very eye-catching, then if there are six apple noodle in a row, no chef in the kitchen can avoid looking at it. Each noodle is different.

Even if the chef can make the dough the same size and shape, it is difficult to control the expansion during the steaming process, especially when it is made by hand and has to be stuffed.

6 apple fruits that are not exactly the same are placed on a plate. At first glance, it really looks like an apple plate.

If an unknown person comes into the kitchen at this time and wants to eat an apple, he might actually go over and grab one and want to take a bite. Qin Huai motioned to Nian Guoer to serve the meal.

The waiter walked to table No. 6 carrying noodles and fruit.

Many guests saw it, but no one cared. At most, they just glanced at it and muttered to themselves which table of guests was so boring. They ordered 6 apples without letting the kitchen cut them into a fruit plate.

Are there apples on Huang Kee’s menu?

Forget it, it's not important, it's important to eat the steamed buns first.

Qian Zhongheng's family also saw it and didn't care. To make up for his complaints when he first arrived, his son said playfully: "Dad, look, someone is here to order some apples!"

Then the son saw the waiter walking towards his table, stopping in front of him and serving the food. Son:?

"Beauty, this is not what we ordered, is it? Your store will give you apples for lunch today." The son was a little regretful. "This is the apple dough made by Master Qin. Please use it slowly." The waiter left with a smile.

The son didn't understand at all and didn't understand what a noodle fruit was. He looked at the apples on the plate with very clear eyes full of question marks and reached out to pick it up. "What noodle fruit? Isn't this just an apple? Eh?"

!”

The son was shocked.

I couldn't believe my eyes, so I blinked a few times, and then I couldn't believe my hands, so I squeezed hard. The apple was instantly deformed.

The son was so frightened that he quickly let go of his hand.

No one said anything, and everyone at the table was stunned. Ma Yuan's first reaction was to take out her mobile phone and take pictures.

After Mengmeng was stunned for a few seconds, she praised her father very much: "Dad crushed the apple into wrinkles! He is so strong!"

After Ma Yuan took the photo, she searched for noodles and read them to the whole family. Qian Zhongheng was so surprised that he reached out and picked up one and put it in his hand. At this moment, the noodles were still warm.

.

"If you hadn't touched this with your hands, who would have believed it was made of noodles." Qian Zhongheng sighed, "I have lived for more than 60 years, so I have gained a lot of experience." Qian Zhongheng was still sighing that his son has already

After eating.

I saw him take a bite, his eyes widened instantly, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of his sockets, and he exclaimed loudly: "Dad, this fruit is apple-flavored!" "Oh my God, it tastes like

Looks like Apple!"

As soon as these words came out, his son instantly became the focus of the audience. Even the seven or eight guests who had just walked into Huangji and the new errand boy looked at him.

The guests who just came in were going to the private room on the second floor. The leader was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties. He was wearing clothes with a big logo. Just by looking at his outfit, he knew he was very wealthy.

The wealthy guest stood motionless, his presbyopic eyes fixed on the noodle fruit Xian Zhongheng's son took a bite of.

The bystanders saw that he suddenly stopped moving and patted him: "Gong Datou, aren't you going to the second floor? Why, do you want to sit in the lobby today?" Gong Liang and Gong Datou looked at him for another two seconds and did not answer. He was furious.

"Apple noodle!"

"I just said that Zheng Da must be lying to me, and I figured out that Old Huang was lying to me too! The new dim sum chef is his replacement at Huang Kee. I ordered so many dim sum for him yesterday, and he was afraid that I would

I ordered that many today.”

"No, I have to call Lao Huang."
Chapter completed!