Chapter 143 Apple and Osmanthus Chicken, Passion Fruit Sour Beef Soup [...]
Everything in the shop was arranged, and Wen Fan had also packed up all his homework and books.
Before we knew it, it was time for the first day of school.
The sweet aroma of yesterday's Lantern Festival is still lingering in people's minds. Wen Fan ate a big bowl of Lantern Festival dumplings this morning and entered the classroom feeling warm and cozy.
The new semester has begun, and while some familiar faces are missing from the class, the rest of the students are still present.
Class teacher Ms. Wang used last semester's report cards to arrange the seating. Wen Fan's seat was moved one position from back to front, while the left and right sides remained the same. Han Lulu's original window seat was now against the wall.
But this is for the best, otherwise, given her height, she would definitely have had to move to the back row this time, since sitting by the window would block too much sunlight.
By the second semester of the second year of high school, a phrase that teachers often said became...
"Time is very tight."
With the college entrance examination just a year and a half away, everyone toned down their carefree attitude and stared wide-eyed at the podium.
Teacher Wang repeatedly emphasized that we must be serious: "If we don't take it seriously now, it will be too late."
Wen Fan also focused her mind and threw herself into her studies for the new semester.
While she was getting nervous, the first-year high school students, after a semester of getting to know each other, became even more carefree.
Wenji has started selling snacks again, and these first-year high school students go there for almost every meal.
Yao Qingqin kept busy collecting money and packing orders. The students lined up in long queues, eating a flatbread roll with tofu and then a plate of fried rice.
The meal was quite decent.
Yu Fangfang also made a special trip, but not to work; she came to apologize.
Yu Fangfang said somewhat embarrassedly that she wouldn't be coming this semester.
“The school gave me a subsidy, and a kind older sister said she would support my schooling.”
Things have also changed at Yu Fangfang's home. The village has found someone to teach the villagers how to grow mushrooms, and Yu Fangfang's family is already preparing for it.
“From now on, I will also go home on weekends to help with chores at home.”
So even though Wen Ji treated her very well, Yu Fangfang couldn't come.
Originally, Wen's mother planned to arrange for Yu Fangfang to help Yao Qingqin when she arrived. Although Yu Fangfang is no longer coming, Wen's mother is still happy that her situation is gradually improving.
"It's okay, come eat at Auntie's whenever you have time."
Yu Fangfang hummed in agreement and said thank you.
...
In the new year, Wen Fan's private kitchen has started taking reservations again.
As soon as the news was released, the internet exploded.
Unlike last year, no matter how much Wen Ji claimed to serve private dishes, everyone felt it was just average. After all, with an average price of 100 yuan per person, no one believed that it was anything special.
But after that year, Jin Yu Lou closed down, and Wen Ji's private kitchen was no longer the same.
This was the first time Wen's mother had encountered a restaurant order where the secretary's phone number was used. The secretary repeatedly asked on the phone if there was any room for improvement in the ambiance.
"Is it really just the main hall with no private rooms?"
Wen's mother: "...Um, no."
My own apartment, which is only a few dozen square meters, doesn't even qualify as a living room.
Perhaps the people there didn't want to miss out, so they ended up booking a table.
This situation was not an isolated case; at least three of the phone calls Wen's mother received were like this.
Wen's mother hung up the phone and felt happy.
When Wen Fan told him this, Wen Fan said, "Our house is still too small."
Wen Fan didn't have the energy to manage a large store, but his own store was ridiculously small.
According to Wen Fan himself, it would be best to double the size to make it look proper.
But that's impossible, since both places are already rented out. Where are we going to rent a place now?
Changing the location is not suitable either.
We can only keep going like this.
In the evening, a young man arrived at Wen Ji early and made a phone call at the entrance.
"Manager Guo, drive inwards, yes, right inwards. Pass the school, see that big tree? Yes, yes, that's it!"
Before the call ended, Xiao Lu saw an Audi pull up. She waved, "Here! Here!"
When Manager Guo arrived at the location, he spent quite a while looking for a parking space. By the time he got there, ten minutes had passed.
"This place is really hard to find! That guy surnamed Chen is really something else."
I managed to eat at this quaint little shop last summer.
Xiao Lu still had that innocent college student look on her face, just standing there smiling.
Manager Guo glanced at him, thinking to himself that this kid really did have some luck.
Last year, we asked this guy to accompany Chen Jiahe, and it turns out he's a real stickler for it. Every day he would come and queue up for Wen Ji's food, and when it was his turn, he would call Chen Jiahe and his assistant.
After a while, Chen Jiahe actually gave him a few small orders.
Although the amount wasn't large, it was enough to satisfy the company.
Manager Guo not only kept his promise and gave Xiao Lu a bonus, but also instructed Xiao Lu to definitely try to snag a private restaurant, so he could invite Chen Jiahe and try to build a relationship with him.
Standing at the entrance of Wenji, Manager Guo couldn't help but sigh.
However, just over a month ago, he told Master Jin to be careful with Wen Ji.
In such a short time, Jin Yu Lou has disappeared, while Wen Ji has survived. Just looking at the bustling crowds inside and outside the store, one can tell that Wen Ji will only prosper in the future.
Sigh, Master Jin is staying home now, I wonder if he's suffered too much of a blow.
As they were talking, Manager Guo entered the store. Chen Jiahe hadn't arrived yet. Manager Guo asked Xiao Lu to get some boiled water, while he took out tea leaves from his bag to brew some.
That's right, it's ridiculous. Wenji didn't even offer tea.
While Manager Guo was making tea, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
"Xiao Ge?"
Xiao Ge turned around and saw that it seemed to be his master's friend?
Manager Guo was completely dumbfounded: "What are you doing here?"
Xiao Ge said she works here.
"Your master?"
"My master knows!"
These words left Manager Guo even more confused. He waved his hand, telling Xiao Ge to go ahead and get busy, while an unbelievable thought arose in his mind.
Does Master Jin really think his culinary skills are inferior to Wen Ji's?
Otherwise, why would I have sent my apprentice here?
Filled with this disbelief, Chen Jiahe and his assistant Zeng arrived.
Xiao Lu went to urge Wen Fan to hurry up with the order, but all she got was a "wait" from him.
Soon after, the kitchen began serving the dishes.
The first dish was apple and osmanthus chicken. The osmanthus flowers were dried last year's, and the chicken was boneless chicken thigh meat. The apples were peeled, chopped, and stir-fried with the chicken. The stir-fried chicken had an enticing honey color.
It must be said that this dish looks very appealing.
The small, golden osmanthus blossoms alone are enough to make this dish look poetic and picturesque.
Manager Guo enthusiastically served the dishes, saying, "Wenji is truly living up to its reputation; the dishes are all ones I've never seen before."
He felt that he was giving Chen Jiahe face, since Chen Jiahe clearly liked Wenji very much, and praising him a few times would make Chen Jiahe happy.
Although Chen Jiahe was happy, he still corrected him.
"Wenji's private kitchen dishes are actually based on the chef's ideas. Although there is never a menu, there are often some connections between them..."
For example, the seafood banquet he once ate, as mentioned online, Wen Fan can also prepare pure tofu banquets and banquets from all directions.
As for today.
Chen Jiahe guessed, "Could it be that we're making fruit dishes today?"
I picked up a piece of chicken; the apple aroma was intense, and the chicken, enhanced by the apple juice, was surprisingly tender. The sweetness of the fructose wasn't processed; it carried a slightly tart apple flavor, instantly whetting my appetite. A subtle fruity fragrance lingered around my nose, while the aroma of osmanthus was faint yet pervasive, not overpowering.
"tasty!"
Manager Guo was surprised and delighted to have tasted such a dish for the first time, and he couldn't help but praise it.
Chen Jiahe nodded in agreement: "It's really good."
Manager Guo ate several pieces of chicken, but what he was thinking was that Jin Yulou hadn't lost badly!
I thought it was just a small shop, and even if it did well, there would be limited possibilities. But who knew it would be this good?
With such skill, no restaurant, no matter how grand, can compete with the Jin Yu Lou or any other grand establishment.
Before Manager Guo could even swallow the chicken, the second dish arrived.
Passion fruit sour soup with beef.
A clay pot holds a sour soup. If the chicken soup was sweet with a hint of sourness, this sour beef soup is overwhelming with its tangy aroma even before you get close. The complex acidity of passion fruit, combined with the tangy flavor of cherry tomatoes, gives the soup an enticing orange-red color. You can even vaguely see the pulp of passion fruit inside.
Chen Jiahe was the first to reach for his chopsticks. The piping hot beef was tightly sealed with juices. The difference was that, in addition to the expected sourness, there was an extra layer of spiciness from the Sichuan peppercorns the moment it entered his mouth.
The tangy and spicy broth first awakens the taste buds with the crisp and tender texture of the beef slices, followed by the tangy and spicy aroma that envelops the meat's fragrance and rushes straight into the mouth.
Chen Jiahe can't eat spicy food, but even so, he gulped down two mouthfuls of beverage and continued eating.
"happy."
In this cold weather, what could be more enjoyable than eating meat to your heart's content?
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