Lin Yang took a few cloth bags from Ke Li, put the Moutai he had picked out the night before into the bags, and then slowly walked out of the factory area.
Halfway there.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Lin Yang used his consciousness to store the Moutai in his spatial storage.
I strolled leisurely from the factory to the vicinity of Nanluohutong.
Looking at the sign for the state-run restaurant ahead, Lin Yang didn't rush to go in.
Instead, he went to the nearby supply and marketing cooperative and bought a carton of Peony cigarettes.
This is also a small token of appreciation for Chef Ao Chunfei.
After all, if someone cooks for you privately, you should at least show some appreciation.
After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative with a cigarette between his fingers, Lin Yang wandered into a secluded alley nearby.
Finding no one around, he quickly pulled out a cleaned chicken, two pounds of pork with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and a sea bass from his spatial storage.
Since the resources in this space are so plentiful, we absolutely cannot skimp on ourselves.
Half a chicken is used to make chicken soup, and the other half is used to make braised chicken.
Two pounds of pork can make sweet and sour pork tenderloin, and a steamed sea bass.
Three dishes and one soup for a well-off life.
The area in front of the state-run restaurant was deserted.
Yan Zhaolong had a white towel draped over his shoulder and was chatting idly with his colleague next to him.
Although state-run restaurants offer both vegetables and meat, and the prices are not expensive.
But ordinary people still can't afford it.
After all, every little bit saved counts these days.
Who goes out to eat out for no reason?
Just then, Yan Zhaolong smacked his lips, wondering whether he should go to the kitchen to freeload.
Lin Yang walked into the restaurant carrying a bulging cloth bag.
Yan Zhaolong dashed over, beaming, and said, "Brother Yang, what are you carrying? I told Grandpa yesterday that you were going to visit him, you can't not go!"
Feeling the warmth of the room, Lin Yang shivered.
He then put down the cloth bag he was carrying, took out the cigarettes he had taken from Tong Daning, picked out a few and gave them to Yan Zhaolong to distribute to the other waiters. After that, he ordered one for himself and then said with a smile:
"Ah Long, when have I ever gone back on my word? Go back today and tell the old man that I'll go see him this weekend! Also, I've prepared the Moutai!"
As Yan Zhaolong tossed a cigarette to his colleague, he said in a surprised tone, "Brother Yang, you're fast! You were just saying yesterday that you were going to get some Moutai, and you've already got it today!"
"This matter can't be explained in a few words." Lin Yang flicked his cigarette ash and pointed to the cloth bag in his hand. "Ah Long, is Master Ao here today? I have something I'd like to ask him for a favor."
"Brother Ao is here!" Yan Zhaolong said with a smile. "How did it go, Brother Yang? What do you need him for?"
"I found some food. I'll have him cook it for me first. You know, nobody has anything to eat right now, so it's not good if I cook at home," Lin Yang said, shaking the cloth bag in his hand.
“No problem!” Yan Zhaolong picked up Lin Yang and headed straight for the back kitchen.
This kind of thing is all too common in restaurants.
Upon arriving at the kitchen, Ao Chunfei readily agreed after learning about the matter.
When they saw what Lin Yang had brought, they were even more surprised.
Although he often cooked at the restaurant, he saw far more supplies than the bag contained.
But he knew in his heart that anyone who could find so many supplies in this day and age must not be an ordinary person.
After Lin Yang handed him a pack of cigarettes, Ao Chunfei thumped his chest loudly and said, "Brother Yang, you can bring any of your dishes to the restaurant from now on. I, Old Ao, will definitely cook them well for you!"
While Ao Chunfei was cooking, Lin Yang, with a cigarette in his mouth, started asking about the other chefs.
"Old Ao, do you have any chef friends? Our factory might be hiring a head chef soon."
As Ao Chunfei sliced the sea bass in his hand, he said, "Yes, there are some, but most of them already have jobs, and I can't introduce you to the ones whose skills are a bit rusty!"
However, as he stuffed the ginger slices into the fish's belly, he suddenly looked at Lin Yang and said, "Brother Yang, I actually have a suitable candidate. He is also a chef in the factory, but he has a strange temper and was punished by the factory leaders to clean the toilets. If you can stand his temper, I can ask him for you."
Chef?
Cleaning toilets?
Is she temperamental?
With these buffs stacked up, Lin Yang blurted out, "Hey Lao Ao, is your friend some kind of idiot, Zhu???"
What?
Just as Ao Chunfei picked up the sea bass and put it into the steamer next to him, he heard Lin Yang's words and turned around speechlessly, saying, "Brother Yang, my friend's name isn't Sha Zhu, it's Nan Yi."
Nanyi! ! !
After hearing the name from Ao Chunfei, Lin Yang thought of his companion who had fought with Bang Geng that day.
Peng Damao and Peng Ermao claimed to be from a machine repair shop.
Lin Yang looked at Ao Chunfei with a slightly bewildered expression and said, "Old Ao, is this Nan Yi a machine repair shop?"
"Huh?" Ao Chunfei said curiously while cutting the meat, "Brother Yang, how did you know? My friend works at the machine repair shop!"
have to!
There's no doubt about it!
Lin Yang muttered to himself, "Even the 'people are made of iron, food is made of steel' plot twist!"
But this is fine too.
It's not easy for Liang Zhaodi, a widow, to raise three children on her own; I should still help her out.
Furthermore, Ding Qiunan, this arrogant young doctor, also needs his own words to teach her life lessons.
On the surface, Lin Yang smiled and said, "My friend went to the machine repair shop on a business trip before. He mentioned to me that the food there was pretty good, and he even seemed to have mentioned the chef's name."
"I see!" Ao Chunfei said with a smile, "Anyway, if you want to poach him, Yang-ge, I'll talk to Nan Yi for you, and I'm sure he'll agree!"
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