I Just Want To Be A Salted Fish Quietly

The convenience store is not too big, it only looks like 50 square meters, and there is a warehouse at the back for stocking up.

Liao Jie was lying on the ground at the moment, holding a scanning gun in his hand, as if he was scanning the codes of the products on the shelves.

Kneeling down, Lin Xian said, "Master Liao Jie, I am very sincere."

"Little boy, you've got the wrong person." Liao Jie raised his head and said with drunken eyes.

"Liao Jie, native of Zhejiang Province, former chef of Jirui, suspected to be the successor of the royal chef, participated in a culinary competition 20 years ago, left suddenly in the middle, and has not heard from him since then."

Lin Xian paused, and said with a smile: "Master Liao Jie, I just want to try the full version of soup filled yellow croaker, how about 50,000?"

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

Liao Jie smashed his mouth, lowered his head and continued to scan the QR code, ignoring him.

Tang Ping, who was on the side, was dumbfounded at the moment.

When he originally received this task, he thought that Lin Xian was looking for relatives.

As a result, after a long time, it was not a kiss.

Just to eat a dish, he spared no expense to hire a private detective to find a chef from 20 years ago.

Now it costs another 500,000 to ask this chef to cook a dish!

Counting the rewards given to the detective company, it adds up to more than one million yuan.

Spend more than one million yuan just to eat one dish?

"hiss!"

Tang Ping only felt a little dizzy in his head.

He worked hard for a whole year, and he only earned a hundred thousand or so.

As a result, someone else's dish was worth more than his ten-year salary.

Even Zhuang Tong, who was used to seeing him spend money, couldn't help but secretly startled at this moment.

This is too exaggerated!

Lin Xian persevered and said, "Aren't you satisfied with this price? It's okay, just open your mouth as soon as possible, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Little boy, it's useless, Liao Jie is dead!"

At this moment, a loud voice came from behind Lin Xian.

Turning his head, he saw a gray-haired old man standing there with one hand in front of him, shaking uncontrollably.

Tang Ping on the side reminded: "Mr. Lin, he is the owner of the convenience store, and also the owner of Jirui Building 20 years ago."

Lin Xian stood up and introduced: "Old man, my name is Lin Xian, I don't know how to call him?"

"I should be older than your father, just call me Uncle Zhong."

As the old man said, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and invited, "One?"

"Thanks!"

Lin Xian took the cigarette and thanked him.

He generally seldom smokes actively, and only occasionally takes a few puffs when invited by others.

Taking a puff of his cigarette, Uncle Zhong laughed and said, "Come over and have a cup of tea and chat slowly!"

Lin Xian thought Uncle Zhong would make Kung Fu tea for them, but it turned out to be iced black tea.

Sitting on the high chair by the window, Uncle Zhong asked, "How do you know about Liao Jie?"

"Does Uncle Zhong know Gao Jianxiang?" Lin Xian smiled, and briefly explained the things in Shanghai.

"Gao Jianxiang, I have a little impression that this young man seemed to be working as a chef in the Northwest Building at that time."

Uncle Zhong exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings, and said with a complicated expression: "Little boy, do you want to eat yellow croaker in soup?"

"That's right!"

Lin Xian nodded solemnly.

Hearing this, Uncle Zhong smiled wryly and said, "For a person like you who really understands food, every chef will not refuse your request. It's a pity that you came late. I can barely cook you a dish ten years earlier."

"Can't you do it now?" Lin Xian asked doubtfully.

"Now?"

Uncle Zhong turned his mouth to Liao Jienu and said with a sneer, "Now one is stupid and the other is useless."

Looking at his trembling hands, Lin Xian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Parkinson's syndrome?"

Uncle Zhong nodded and said, "Yes! With these hands, you can't even hold a knife, how can you cook?"

"Is there no one else who knows how to make yellow croakers in soup?" Lin Xian frowned slightly.

In the description of the system task, it is for him to find Liao Jie and taste the authentic yellow croaker in soup, it does not necessarily have to be made by Master Liao Jie himself.

Uncle Zhong said proudly: "At that time, there were 36 official dishes, made by four chefs together, and each person had nine dishes. The yellow croaker in soup was one of the nine dishes created by my ancestor of Niu Pai. How can such a recipe be easily taught? To outsiders!"

"Official cuisine? Isn't it a full banquet for Manchu and Han?" Lin Xian was taken aback for a moment and asked in doubt.

"call!"

Uncle Zhong sneered and said, "It's not that I look down on the Manchus. What do they know about food? The real Manchu banquet is the official dishes cooked by four chefs in Yangzhou. Qianlong went to Yangzhou

After tasting it once, I couldn't forget it, so after returning to the palace, a full feast of Man and Han was held. And those 36 official dishes are the 36 top dishes in the Manchu Banquet! As for the remaining dishes, they are just extras, making up 108 dishes for auspiciousness. "

"I see!"

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It turned out that the real Manchu Banquet was actually the first exhibition in Yangzhou.

Lin Xian didn't give up, and continued to ask: "Then you don't have any apprentices?"

"Yes!" Uncle Zhong nodded.

Lin Xian's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Where is it?"

Zhong Bernun pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Why don't you lie down there!"

Oh, the relationship between the two of you is not only the relationship between the boss and the employees, but also the relationship between master and apprentice!

Lin Xian's original hope was extinguished in an instant.

Looking at Liao Jie, Lin Xian couldn't help asking: "Uncle Zhong, what happened back then to make Master Liao Jie like this?"

"Hey, he is also a poor man. On the day of the competition, his daughter was abducted by human traffickers, and his wife chased him, but died in a car accident. This kind of blow is too great for him!" Uncle Zhong sighed.

"Then why did you sell Jirui Building again?"

"Sell?"

Uncle Zhong shook his head and said, "It's not for sale, it's for losing to others!"

"Then why don't you continue to open a hotel?" Lin Xian felt a little unbelievable.

"Liangzi, not only the hotel lost, but also the signboard of Jirui Building!"

Uncle Zhong patted him on the shoulder, stood up and sighed: "Go back, there will be no more real yellow croakers in soup!"

After finishing speaking, Uncle Zhong walked out of the convenience store slowly, leaving the three of them with a lonely back.

Judging from the current situation, everything in the second ring seems to be stuck.

Because of Parkinson's syndrome, Uncle Zhong has difficulty cooking, let alone lighting a cigarette.

As for Master Liao Jie, he was almost useless due to the severe blow. Even if he can return to normal, it's hard to say whether he can cook.

"Let's go!"

After sitting for a while, Lin Xian stood up, took Zhuang Tong's little hand, and walked out of the convenience store slowly.

The situation outside the street made him startled.

The originally bustling night market has closed its stalls at some point, and there is no one in the whole street, and the silence is a bit scary.

The shops on both sides also closed their doors one after another, leaving only rows of street lamps, reflecting the dim light.

After calling the hotel and ordering the driver to pick them up, the two walked towards the street.

"Mr. Lin, someone is following us!"

At this moment, Tang Ping suddenly reminded in a low voice.

Not just the back, but the front too!

In the dark alley, three tall black men walked out quickly. .