Slowly swallowing the braised food in her mouth, Fang Yan raised her eyebrows slightly. The chef that Boss Wu hired was really amazing.
I almost completely replicated her braising spice recipe.
Of course, besides spring water.
Another thing is that this pot of braised food probably hasn't sold out in three or four days.
The kitchen staff would reheat it every day and continue selling it.
After being hot for three or four days, it now not only tastes terrible, but it's also much saltier.
Fang Yan shook her head almost imperceptibly, feeling sorry for the wasted pot of braised food.
The pork jerky served at the restaurant wasn't individually packaged; it was served on a plate, just like any other dish.
Fang Yan ordered the mildly spicy flavor. Upon tasting it, the spiciness was similar to what she made, and the texture...
When they're fresh out of the oven, the taste should be pretty much the same.
However, they didn't preserve it properly, leaving it to dry in the air, where the wind and heat would evaporate and absorb the moisture from the pork jerky.
So, the texture is now rather dry and hard, no wonder she didn't see anyone order these two dishes when she came in.
A diner's tongue is absolutely the most sensitive.
Fang Yan didn't touch those two dishes again, and finished her rice with a bowl of fish and vegetable soup.
Pot vegetables are a type of green vegetable that can be used to make soup. They can be eaten raw. Generally, once the soup boils, you can turn off the heat and take them out of the pot.
This soup was cooked to perfection, the vegetables were vibrant green, the fish slices were tender and delicious, and the broth was fragrant and flavorful.
After Fang Yan finished eating, she took out a lunchbox from her cloth bag and put the braised meat into it.
She didn't want the braising sauce.
She usually carries one or two lunchboxes in her large cloth bag, just in case she wants to buy something with soup or broth, which is convenient.
There are no plastic bags yet, let alone disposable tableware.
If you want to buy something with soup, you'll have to bring your own utensils.
It came in handy today.
Although these two dishes did not suit Fang Yan's taste.
However, we shouldn't waste the food; we can pack it up and take it home to give to the beggars outside.
"Miss, I'm the chef at this restaurant. May I ask if our braised dishes and pork jerky are not good? You only picked up one bite and then didn't touch them again."
The chef came over again and asked her.
Fang Yan gave him a meaningful look. So he was the chef at this restaurant.
He replicated his own braised dishes and pork jerky.
"I think the best-tasting dishes are the ones I've developed myself, like this fish fillet soup, which is crisp, fresh, and delicious."
Fang Yan pointed to the bowl containing the fish and vegetable soup and said meaningfully.
The chef has always felt that copying someone else's recipe is a form of voyeurism.
He had been feeling very guilty, and when he heard Fang Yan's words, his heart skipped a beat. Did she know that these two formulas were copied from someone else's?
While he was still stunned, Fang Yan had already packed her things, paid the bill, left the restaurant, and headed to the station to catch a train home.
What she didn't know was that someone was waiting for her anxiously in Gouzi Village.
"Brother, when is your sister coming back?"
Mr. Wu raised his hand again, glanced at his watch, and asked Fang Jie, who was busy in the courtyard.
Fang Jie continued with his own business, not even looking up, and said, "I don't know."
He didn't like Boss Wu; that man was too arrogant and looked down on people.
Not only did he dislike him, but the entire Fang family, including Chu Chun and her brother, disliked Boss Wu, so no one allowed him into the courtyard.
It turned out that in the morning, when Fang Yan boarded the bus to the neighboring county, Mr. Wu also boarded the bus to this county.
The restaurant's business was on the verge of falling back to its previous dismal state. Finally, Mr. Wu couldn't sit still any longer. He thought to himself, "If Fang Yan can sell braised food and pork jerky to someone surnamed Zheng, she can definitely sell them to him too."
So he came in a hurry.
Unfortunately, he and Fang Yan missed each other.
Before he could even find the stall in his haste, Fang Yan was already in the neighboring county, beginning her market research.
Fang Jie's face darkened immediately upon seeing him. "What are you doing here?"
"Brother, is your sister there? I want to see her." Boss Wu was very annoyed.
But there's nothing we can do; this time is different from the last.
This time, he was genuinely there to ask for a favor, so he had to lower his attitude.
"No, Mom is busy!" Little Fish glared at him angrily and said.
He still remembers this uncle; he even yelled at his mother last time!
Because his family wouldn't let him stay and wouldn't tell him where Fang Yan was, Boss Wu could only follow Fang Jie and the others like a lapdog.
Fang Jie and his group packed up and went home, and he quickly hailed a tricycle and followed them all the way to Gouzi Village.
I knew he owned a restaurant, and I also knew he bought his own braised food.
Furthermore, after tasting the pork jerky that his sister had given them, he followed the example and made similar braised dishes and pork jerky at home.
In Fang Jie's eyes, Boss Wu was like a thief. Who knew what else he might steal from their house after entering the yard?
So he had Qibei guard the door, making sure that Mr. Wu never came within ten steps of his house.
Kiber is already large and powerful; no one is afraid of it if it bares its teeth.
In addition, it also disliked Boss Wu very much, and every few minutes it would bare its teeth and scare Boss Wu, making him dare not step out of line.
Poor Mr. Wu, who has such a high opinion of himself, was so frightened by Qibei that he stood outside Fang Yan's courtyard for an entire day.
No one brought him a drop of water, let alone a single bite of food.
Hungry, thirsty, and exhausted, he was even more anxious because it was getting dark and he still hadn't seen her. He didn't know if he would be able to see her today.
Mr. Wu ultimately did not get to see Fang Yan.
When Fang Yan returned to the county town exhausted, it was already completely dark.
Being afraid of death, I worry that on the way back, when we pass through that mountain road, I might encounter something I can't see.
Mr. Wu managed to rush back to the county town before it got completely dark and settled in a guesthouse.
"Woof woof woof..."
Qibei was the first to know that Fang Yan had returned, and immediately rushed out of the house.
Little Fish then realized what was happening and immediately took off like a little cannonball towards Fang Yan, shouting, "Mommy! You're finally back!"
He doesn't like being separated from his mother.
As Fang Yan squatted down and opened her arms, he precisely nestled himself into his mother's embrace, wrapped his little hands around her neck, and said affectionately, "Mom, I haven't seen you in so long!"
So, are you trying to say that a day apart feels like three autumns?
Fang Yan twitched her lips. This son of hers was really clingy.
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