The next day.
Chen Jun was brushing his teeth by the sink when he caught a glimpse of Xu Damao yawning and walking out of the house.
Seeing that he was also washing up, Xu Damao came over happily.
"Chen Jun, why do I feel that the medicinal food made by Sha Zhu is not authentic!" Xu Damao looked around the courtyard with his eyes wide open, and when he saw that there was no one else, he lowered his voice and asked.
"What do you mean?" Chen Jun asked vaguely.
"It doesn't taste good! It's not as delicious as yours!"
Yesterday, Sha Zhu made half a pot of soup for Xu Damao, which was enough for Xu Damao to drink for two days. He originally thought that this five-son pork liver soup would be similar to the medicinal food made by Chen Jun, but after tasting it, Xu Damao showed a mask of pain.
First of all, it is bitter, just like eating bitter melon.
Secondly, the taste is also very ordinary, and it has nothing to do with being delicious.
"Medicinal food, it must have the word 'medicine' at the beginning, do you think it's a feast?"
After rinsing his mouth, Chen Jun replied, "There's nothing wrong with what Sha Zhu is doing. Just keep eating it for a while and see if it works."
"Let me warn you first, this medicinal food cannot cure diseases 100%, so you have to be mentally prepared."
Five-seed pork liver soup is not a panacea and cannot guarantee that it can cure Xu Damao's infertility.
"I understand this. I just want to ask, why is the food cooked by Sha Zhu so unpalatable, but yours is so delicious?" Xu Damao wanted to eat the medicinal food cooked by Chen Jun. While enjoying the delicious food, he could cure his illness at the same time.
"It's different, just like every prescription requires different raw materials, the taste must be different." Chen Jun said casually and started washing his face.
He would never tell Xu Damao that the previous medicinal food was a modified version, and the one made by Sha Zhu was the original one.
Since it is for the purpose of curing the disease, why do you care about its taste?
"Okay."
Xu Damao thought about it and felt that this made sense, so he said nothing more, turned on the faucet and started washing his face and brushing his teeth.
After breakfast, Chen Jun went to work.
As soon as I arrived at the cafeteria, I saw Director Yang walking towards the cafeteria from afar, carrying a large casserole.
Wow!
When Chen Jun saw the size of the casserole, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Where did Director Yang buy this clay pot that can hold your head?
Could it be that he wants me to use it to make medicinal food?
"Huh, Chen Jun, you're here! Mr. Liu was very satisfied with the medicinal meal yesterday. The only drawback was that the portion was too small. Mr. Liu complained that it wasn't full, so I bought a large size. You can make a full pot today. I'll pick it up in the cafeteria at noon!"
As he said that, Director Yang grinned and handed over a large casserole.
Chen Jun shook his head: "No, medicinal food can't be eaten as a meal. Let's use the small clay pot from yesterday."
Mr. Liu is now in the recuperation stage. What if he gets too full after eating so much in such a big casserole?
The stuff is good, but not in excess.
ah??
Don’t want to do it?
Director Yang said with some disappointment: "But Mr. Liu specifically told me to change to a larger casserole today, you see..."
Director Yang didn’t even taste a single bite of yesterday’s medicinal meal, and was thinking about having a bowl today, but he didn’t expect Chen Jun to not make such a large one.
"Then tell Mr. Liu that there will be no medicinal food today."
When Chen Jun thought of Mr. Liu rubbing his belly while lying on the hospital bed and then receiving the doctor's earnest advice, he refused without hesitation.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't!" Factory Director Yang was worried that Chen Jun would quit, so he quickly changed his tone and said, "It's just a small casserole. We don't need a big one."
"Director, how long will it take to make this medicinal food? If we make it for ten days or half a month, I will have to sell the ginseng." When Yuri and others came to the factory for technical guidance, Chen Jun had thought about making medicinal food, but he was afraid that these people would become addicted to it, so he simply didn't do it.
But I didn't expect that after dodging Yuri's attack, I would catch up with Old Liu again.
"At least we have to make sure that Mr. Liu is discharged from the hospital. I'll pay you whatever the ginseng fee is. Don't let me suffer any loss."
have to!
It's really a long-term job.
"Okay, I'll get busy then."
Chen Jun nodded and planned to take a walk around Canteen No. 2 and Canteen No. 3.
"Don't worry, there's one more thing!"
Director Yang placed the large casserole on the ground, rubbed his sore wrist, and said, "If you're not busy this afternoon, come with me around four o'clock. I need your help with something."
Around four o'clock?
Chen Jun thought about it and realized that this was the time when he was slacking off in the office and was not busy.
"No problem, I'll be in the cafeteria this afternoon."
"Well, I'll take this casserole back. I don't know if I can return it." Director Yang picked up the casserole again and left muttering.
The cafeteria was not very busy today. In addition to the usual big pot dishes, Chen Jun only fried four dishes for the guests.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, Director Yang came to the cafeteria to find Chen Jun.
Without specifying what they were doing, the two men left the steel mill on their bicycles.
When Chen Jun saw that he was not riding in the factory car, he realized that what Director Yang was talking about was a private matter.
After riding for about twenty minutes, the bicycle stopped in front of a small restaurant.
Chen Jun glanced at the sign, which was quite new. He estimated that it opened around the same time as his cousin Wang Tao's.
After parking the bicycle, Director Yang took Chen Jun inside.
As soon as you enter the door, you will see a sign hanging on the wall with the dishes and prices written in chalk, and a few signature dishes written on the top line.
The most eye-catching one is the twice-cooked pork.
Um?
Up to now, Chen Jun still couldn't figure out what Director Yang was going to do.
Ask him for help?
You can't just ask him to cook two dishes in the kitchen, right? Wouldn't that be a disaster?
"Hey, Uncle, you're here?"
A man with a beard, a big round face, and a neck as thick as his head came towards Director Yang and his companions.
Judging from the apron this person is wearing, he should be the chef in the store.
Or, is he a chef and boss?
A small shop of this size doesn't have many employees, and the owner even has to take on multiple roles.
Director Yang nodded, first glanced at Chen Jun, then said to the man, "Cook a few of your specialties and do it seriously."
"Okay, Uncle, you go ahead and cook. I'll make you a three-dish and one soup meal."
After saying that, the man happily returned to the kitchen.
Seeing how happy he was, Chen Jun couldn't help but touch his chin.
Although it was not mealtime, the restaurant was too quiet. If the owner charged for three dishes and one soup, he could still make some money.
But judging from the man's attitude, he probably won't take any money.
Then at the end of the day, the store will probably lose money.
Director Yang found a table against the wall and sat down, then smiled at Chen Jun: "What do you think of this store?"
"How can I tell? I've never run a restaurant."
"Huh? Why do I remember that you were specially invited by Director Lou?" Director Yang was stunned and frowned as he recalled.
Since he was invited, it means that Chen Jun had been in the restaurant before.
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