Chapter 408: The Dead White Moonlight

The circle of gourmets is neither big nor small.

The news that Yongnianlou had a new dish, chicken tofu, and that it tasted amazing, spread among many diners after half an afternoon of fermentation.

Some people don't believe it: "Chicken tofu pudding from Yongnianlou? What a joke! It's not a restaurant that specializes in Sichuan cuisine! There are only a few restaurants in Sichuan that can make decent chicken tofu pudding, okay?"

Someone went to inquire out of curiosity: "I asked, Yongnianlou doesn't have chicken tofu pudding at all, they don't even have a Sichuan chef! What? Is it a branch? Or is it made by a variety show chef? Isn't this bullshit?"

Someone who has eaten chicken tofu pudding in person said: "Who the hell leaked the news? What if the daily limit is 10 servings like today at noon? Are we going to survive? What? No chicken tofu pudding on the menu tonight? What about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?"

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Lao Liang is a typical gourmet.

He inherited the family property in his early years and spent his days eating and waiting to die.

After people are over fifty, their biggest hobbies in life are eating and drinking.

That day, he also heard the news about chicken tofu pudding from his friends.

As luck would have it, he had eaten the chicken tofu pudding of Sichuan cuisine master Jiang Lao, and the taste was so amazing that he tried to find it again many times since then.

When Mr. Jiang was alive, he would fly to Sichuan at least twice a week, shamelessly asking Mr. Jiang to make him a portion of chicken tofu pudding, and it became an almost unshakable habit.

Later, as Mr. Jiang got older, the number of times that Lao Liang ate chicken tofu pudding decreased sharply. Later, when Mr. Jiang passed away, Lao Liang could only give up this habit with resentment...

There is no way. After eating too much of Jiang Lao's chicken tofu, Lao Liang has already become picky about Jiang Lao's cooking skills. When he eats Jiang Lao's apprentice's chicken tofu, it is simply full of flaws! As for the others? Haha, they are not even as good as Jiang Lao's apprentice's chicken tofu, which is full of flaws. It can only be called hot pot water! Lao Liang thought that he had sealed his heart and locked up love, and would never fall in love again.

When I heard the news about "Yongnianlou Chicken Tofu", my heart started to stir again...

What if? What if? With this in mind, Lao Liang decided to give it a try.

He was from Yanjing, and Yongnian Building was once one of his canteens.

It's just that in recent years, things have declined and he doesn't like to come here much.

However, Yongnianlou still retains his VIP status.

When Lao Liang stepped into Yongnian Building, Wang Yong saw him and recognized him from afar.

"Oh! Mr. Liang! Why are you here? I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Wang Yong's clumsy body turned into a light butterfly and flew towards Lao Liang.

Lao Liang frowned, quietly distanced himself from Wang Yong, and his expression was quite cold:

"Who are you?"

"I'm Wang Yong! Mr. Wang's great-nephew, and now the manager of this Yongnianlou branch!"

Wang Yong's big fat face was full of smiles.

Of course he was deeply impressed by this Mr. Liang. His ancestors were big antique dealers and later worked in auction and collection. His family wealth alone was enough to ensure he would never have to worry about food and clothing for ten lifetimes. Moreover, he was blessed with children, both of whom were very successful. I don't know how much people envy his good life!

This man was one of Yongnianlou's important customers in the past. Unfortunately, he was distracted by other restaurants in the past two years and came very rarely. Even his uncle Wang De asked him several times why Mr. Liang's important banquets were not held at Yongnianlou recently and asked his subordinates to find out the reason.

But how to find the reason? If someone doesn't want to come, then he doesn't want to come. Can they, the restaurant owner, put a knife to someone's neck and force him to come?

But now, Wang Yong saw Mr. Liang as a golden Buddha. If he could keep him and tell his uncle Wang De about his work, then wouldn't he be...

Wang Yong's eyes became more and more eager.

Lao Liang just felt a chill and distanced himself again.

He asked, "I heard that you guys at Yongnianlou have just launched chicken tofu pudding?"

Wang Yong, who had just returned from going to Wang De's home to report the situation in the morning, was stunned for a moment.

Chicken tofu? How come he hadn't heard of it? Could it be that someone had told him about developing new dishes before? Wang Yong didn't think of Nanzhi at all. After all, she had just become the chef yesterday. She was lucky enough to be able to hand in a dish that was worthy of being on the chef's menu during the recording. How could she become famous in Yanjing with just one dish in half a day?

Wang Yong directly ignored the correct option, thinking that it was made by other chefs in the restaurant, and nodded hurriedly:

"Yes, yes, chicken tofu pudding. So Mr. Liang came here for this dish. Then shall I arrange a private room for Mr. Liang first?"

Lao Liang nodded: "By the way, I have two friends traveling with me, they will arrive later."

"No problem, no problem."

Wang Yong welcomed Lao Liang in with a smile, poured him tea and water, and asked him about his health.

Just when he was about to annoy Lao Liang, two of Lao Liang's friends arrived.

Lao Liang quickly found an excuse to send Wang Yong away, leaving only a waiter to take orders.

"What? No chickpea pudding tonight?"

Wang Yong, who was sitting in the corridor just across the door, also learned the bad news: "What? No chicken tofu pudding? Which chef arranged this? Don't you know that the customer is our God?"

It was so hard to get Mr. Liang, this great Buddha, to come, but in the end he couldn't even get the food he wanted. Isn't this a slap in the face for Wang Yong?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Wang Yongqi was eager to settle the score!

Then, I heard a name I didn’t want to hear: “It’s Master Nanzhi Nan.”

Pah pah.

Wang Yong seemed to feel two heavy slaps on his face and his steps came to a sudden stop.

"Well, we can't not do that..."

The person who was asked had to carefully explain the reason.

After hearing this, Wang Yong's face was filled with worry.

What should I do now? Lao Liang in the box was also very disappointed.

He came here just for the chicken tofu pudding, but they didn't sell it! His friend, who happened to have had the chance to try the chicken tofu pudding at noon, smacked his lips in regret:

"We thought you were a regular customer of Yongnianlou and that we had a special channel to order chicken tofu pudding, but it turned out to be a false alarm."

Lao Liang couldn't help but glance at the other person: "Is it really delicious? Are you lying to me?"

The old friend nodded vigorously:

"Of course! If you ask me, my skills are comparable to Mr. Jiang's!"

In fact, he vaguely felt that he was superior to others, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

because……

"How is that possible! Mr. Jiang's chicken tofu pudding is the best in the world! No one can catch up!"

Lao Liang retorted loudly and angrily, just like a toxic fan defending his own idol.

The old friend sighed and thought to himself, I knew it would be like this.

What is more lethal than the white moonlight is the dead white moonlight.

The moment Mr. Jiang’s chicken tofu pudding disappeared with Mr. Jiang’s death, it had already become the most perfect chicken tofu pudding in Lao Liang’s heart.

Seeing this, another old friend hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Hey, there's a new dish here! Deep-fried double crispy? Interesting. And this is... Wanfu meat?"

(End of this chapter)