As night fell, the Shen family had already prepared dinner.
Today's dinner consists of one soup and three dishes, namely chicken and mushroom soup, beef and celery stir-fry, steamed egg, and stir-fried bok choy.
Shen Fugui stared at the soup in front of him. There was a layer of fat floating on the top of the soup, and under the fat were chicken and chicken mushrooms.
The stems of the chicken mushrooms were torn into pieces, like shredded chicken.
The rich fragrance is extremely tempting.
His eyes flashed with excitement and he rubbed his hands, "Can I eat now?"
"Wait a little longer, drink the soup when it cools down."
Shen Yunzhao prepared the last bowl of soup and pulled up a chair to sit down.
"Exactly, why are you in such a hurry? You're like a starving ghost!"
Zhou Xiuqin also took off her apron and said, "I haven't eaten chicken mushrooms since we moved to the city."
"That's true." Shen Yunzhao thought for a moment and said, "We used to eat it every summer. As long as we picked one, we could make a dish!"
Some chicken mushrooms are large, with one weighing two or three pounds, or even four or five pounds.
Moreover, chicken mushrooms have a unique flavor, and they are delicious when used to make soup without adding much.
Shen Fugui couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and take a sip. The aroma of meat and chicken mushrooms was fully mixed and extremely delicious.
"It tastes good!" Shen Fugui drank a big bowl of it in gulps. A warm current flowed through his stomach again, and he closed his eyes comfortably.
Shen Yunzhao drank slowly, but he also drank half a bowl of soup.
She picked up a piece of chicken mushroom with chopsticks and chewed it for a few times. The fresh fragrance of the chicken mushroom filled her lips and teeth. The mushroom meat was smooth, tender yet tough.
"Drink more of this soup and eat more mushrooms."
As Shen Fugui ate, he said, "Chicken mushrooms contain a variety of amino acids, riboflavin, vitamin C, calcium, phosphorus and other substances. Eating them is good for your health."
Shen Fugui originally wanted to show off his medical knowledge, but when he looked at the others, he saw that everyone was busy eating and no one paid any attention to him.
He touched his nose awkwardly and lowered his head to continue eating.
On the other side, in a private room of Huahui Restaurant.
At the banquet, everyone was talking and laughing, and both the guests and the hosts were having a great time.
Mr. Liao's already rosy face turned even redder as he smiled. He raised his glass and was about to speak, but Mr. Zhou, who was sitting next to him, spoke first.
"Boss Liao, could you please ask the chef to come over?"
Mr. Liao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course! Please wait, I'll call the chef over."
Fatty Xu arrived at the private room very quickly. He frowned all the way. Could it be that the food was not tasty and the guests were picky?
At this time, he no longer had the confidence he had before.
As soon as he entered the door, Mr. Liao waved at him, "Chef, come here!"
Fatty Xu stepped forward with a nervous heart and bowed to everyone. "Hello everyone! Are you satisfied with today's dishes? If there's anything wrong, please let me know."
"Well, today's food is great!"
The person who was speaking was an old man in his 70s or even 80s, with silver hair, thin body, and in good spirits.
He stretched out his slightly trembling hand and pointed at the soup pot in front of him. "How did you make this hen soup? It's so delicious!"
Fatty Xu glanced at the contents of the jar and immediately said, "The hen for this soup was specially picked from the countryside. It has been fed a diet of millet, grass, and insects, and drinks mountain spring water since its infancy. It was raised in the mountains for a year, so its meat is tender and not tough."
"We specially select the best quality red mushrooms from mushroom pickers. There are also certain rules for picking red mushrooms. Generally speaking, the best time is between 2:00 and 4:00 a.m. When the dew is heavy, the red mushrooms are full of dew and have absorbed the essence of nature. Therefore, the red mushrooms picked at this time are the most nutritious.
Our mushroom pickers go up the mountain in the early morning, walking for more than an hour to get there, just in time for picking mushrooms.”
"When we stew the soup, we only use red mushrooms and young hens. We don't use seasonings like MSG or chicken bouillon. This way, we won't cover up the original sweetness of the red mushrooms..."
When talking about his professional field, Fatty Xu talked freely.
Of course, some of what he said was just nonsense, but everyone listened with great interest.
As soon as Fatty Xu finished speaking, warm applause broke out in the box.
"Well, well said! This is how you should make hen soup!" the old man said excitedly. "When I was little, my family made hen soup with red mushrooms this way! But we were poor back then and couldn't afford to kill a chicken, so my mother would go and buy half a pound of pork to make the soup."
"That taste was so delicious..." The old man recalled, but he had actually forgotten the specific taste of the soup in his memory a long time ago. He only remembered two words: delicious.
"It's strange. I've been to many places over the years, but I've never been able to taste the flavor I remember. But this soup today reminds me of something similar to the soup my mom made."
After the old man finished speaking, he gave Fatty Xu a thumbs up and said, "Young man, your cooking skills are great. The dishes you make are delicious, especially good!"
Fatty Xu was a little dazed when he went out, because not only was he praised by an old man, he also had a big red envelope in his hand. He had just secretly opened it and saw that there was a full 1,000 yuan in it!
Who gives tips to chefs these days?
Even if there is a reward, who will send the red envelope?
Anyway, it was his first time encountering it.
"How is it? Did Mr. Liao criticize you?"
As soon as he entered the office, Liang Zhenhua asked anxiously.
Fatty Xu told about his experience in the box and finally took out the red envelope.
Liang Zhenhua stared at the red envelope for a while and said, "So, Mr. Liao's clients should be quite satisfied with today's meal."
Although they said so, they were still a little worried because Mr. Liao didn't say anything.
Half an hour later, Mr. Liao came over.
He was smiling broadly and was clearly in a good mood.
"Mr. Zhou and his father were very satisfied with today's meal and kept praising it. Before leaving, I gave Mr. Zhou 100 kilograms of red mushrooms, and he happily accepted them."
"You guys are great!" Mr. Liao patted Liang Zhenhua on the shoulder. "From now on, you can't sell those red mushrooms as ordinary red mushrooms. You must raise the price."
Liang Zhenhua immediately responded, "Yes."
Before leaving, Mr. Liao also took a few kilograms of red mushrooms.
The original quantity of red mushrooms was only 138 kilograms. After cooking a part of it and giving 100 kilograms to Mr. Zhou, only about 30 kilograms were left.
Liang Zhenhua didn't feel bad and told Fatty Xu, "Quick, heat up the previous dishes."
The dishes were cooked and a little bit of each was left, but he was in no mood to eat them, so he just left them in the kitchen.
Fatty Xu immediately responded, "Mr. Liang, please wait a minute. I'll go get ready."
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