Monster Factory

“Why don’t they grow chicken feathers?” Ye Qing asked all the people who came here for the first time and asked questions.

To the restaurant.

It is also the meaning of chicken in the old saying, and it is very suitable for this name.

But after giving Ye Qing a decade, he couldn't think of it. There would be such a chicken with bright oil and no hair.

"Ha ha ~"

Ye Qing looked confused and made Xiao Jun laugh very proudly, and vanity was completely satisfied.

“Because this altar chicken is the biggest sign of this restaurant, it is natural to be different.”

"This **** was carefully raised in the mountains when he was young. When he was about to be slaughtered, he put it in the jar and soaked it in secret sesame oil."

“You can soak the chicken feathers in a day, then dump the sesame oil and move here. For a whole week, you only feed the spring water mixed with wine.”

“Chicken is an ordinary chicken, but the way it is grown is extremely cumbersome.”

Xiao Jun’s recollected look: “The signature dish in this restaurant, I haven’t known how many times I have eaten it, but I’m not tired of it.”

Ye Qing did not hold back, took out the phone and took a few photos of them without the chicken feathers, and then sent them to the pocket.

Through the corridor and into the interior of the restaurant, Ye Qing and Xiao Jun waited for twenty minutes before waiting for a seat.

Ye Qing saw a circle of guests at the table, and all the dishes were ordered.

"Two altar chickens, seasonal fried vegetables, two portions, crab powder tofu, squirrel fish, and a bottle of black stone." Xiao Jun light car, the menu does not look.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter smiled and wrote down the menu.

One altar chicken is eighty-eight. The value of this meal is about 3,000. It is not expensive, but it is obviously not cheap for two people to eat three thousand. The most important thing in this place is that the five-star hotel is no better, but it can be as good as the country.

Taking advantage of the chef's time to prepare vegetables, Xiao Jun came over with some mysterious sorrow, saying that after eating, he took Ye Qing to a place.

Usually, a business partner at the dinner table, in this tone, whispers to go to a certain place after dinner.

That is usually a good place, and only where men go.

Unfortunately, Xiao Jun is not such a person. He told Ye Qing that the place to go is related to the problem of helping Ye Qing.

Originally, Xiao Jun was preparing to bring the materials to Zhongyun. Now Ye Qing came to Shanghai and went directly to the location of the problem, which is naturally more intuitive.

Ten minutes later, two gold-plated porcelain altars were sent by the waiter at the dining car.

The shape of the porcelain altar is quite chic. It is divided into upper and lower layers. The upper layer is a small dish like a steamer. The inside is neatly placed with a layer of crispy chicken. The bottom layer is milky white, with several large bones. A thick soup made with supplementary ingredients.

A scent that allows the population to taste the taste of the buds, spread out from the porcelain jar.

Xiao Jun swept his mouth with his tongue, and Ye Qing couldn't help but take a long breath and gave a positive praise.

The black stone door Kumen was also opened. Xiao Jun gave Ye Qing a cup full of wine, saying that the Shikumen wine with the altar chicken is the most delicious.

"Oh, I see you have a little bitch, I thought that you are drinking a cup of coffee and cigars on a weekday." Ye Qing picked up a piece of crispy chicken in the mouth and put it in the mouth, feeling that it was not chicken at all. It is a different flavor of fresh and juicy.

It also has a touch of wine, and a scent that makes people feel slightly numb.

Two kinds of vegetables, and crabmeat tofu are also delicious, but they are worse than the last time they tasted in Jinxi.

After a few glasses of wine, Xiao Jun’s words gradually increased.

The industrial base often determines the height of the building. The two have their own connections. Xiao Jun talked while eating and seized the opportunity to ask Ye Qing about some metal materials.

His question is also quite new. For example, he asked if metal can be plated, can it be plated with metal on the ground?

And now the building decoration likes to use the plaster line to make the flower shape, can it be done with metal lines, like the chrome-plated bright strip of the car?

As a leading architect in China, Xiao Jun’s questions are an impact on the traditional decoration field.

"As long as you don't care about the cost, do what you say, there is not much technical problem." A plate of chicken was eaten by Ye Qing, and the small dish was removed. Ye Qing began to taste the soup again.

The chicken soup is delicious, and the bones inside are equally crisp. Ye Qing accidentally eats a piece and feels like eating crisp bone.

The bones are crisp again, that is also the bones.

Ye Qing lost the bones that were bitten into two halves and continued to confuse Xiao Jun. At the same time, he still silently remembered the various ideas put forward by Xiao Jun.

Needless to say, these ideas can be applied to the Beast Heavy Industry Building.

Just chatting and chatting...

Ye Qing's eyes slowly shifted to the bone of the chicken that was bitten into half.

Ye Qing was puzzled and then turned into a hidden anger.

This meal is Xiao Jun, Ye Qing naturally wants to leave some face to Xiao Jun. Even if you find something, you can't say it and you will see it immediately.

I didn’t know that the chicken was eaten before, and now the chicken soup in the porcelain jar, Ye Qing will definitely not touch again.

The joy that Xiao Jun envisioned did not notice the subtle expression changes on Ye Qing’s face. He sipped a bite of soup and sipped a lot of soup from time to time, saying that it was a big supplement.

Wait until Xiao Jun is quite satisfied, drink the milky white soup almost for a while. Xiao Jun noticed that Ye Qing’s soup was almost no less.

"I also tasted a few soups, and the taste is very good." Ye Qing smiled: "I just don't like soup on weekdays."

"It’s right for Lao Xiao." A few glasses of wine have been drunk, and Ye Qing’s name has changed: “How many times have you been in this store?”

"There are no fifty times, and there are thirty-five times. These chicken soups contain Liaoshen, sea cucumber, and western red flowers. When people are old, they like to tonify their blood and raise their essence." Xiao Jun is not quite understandable. Ye Qing meaning, smiled: "Every time, the altar chicken of the signature dish must be."

"Multiple supplements are not necessarily good things. You shouldn't come to this store in the future." Ye Qing is afraid that Xiao Jun can't accept this result, but he doesn't tell him the truth.

"why?"

From the words of Ye Qing, Xiao Jun noticed a trace of uneasiness. He put down his glass and chopsticks to listen.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Qing leaned into Xiao Jun’s ear and told Xiao Jun what he found.

"This...this...this..." Xiao Jun stunned for a long time and finally passed the soul. The expression on his face quickly changed from red to iron blue: "waiter!"

No one answered the first time, Xiao Jun immediately raised the volume and called a young girl.

"Go and call your manager or boss." Xiao Jun sounds cold.

The young waiter smiled and said: "Mr. Please ask, is the service on our side, do you feel unsatisfactory?"

"You want me to repeat the words?" Xiao Jun's eyes are all angry.

The waiter who had touched the nose was stunned. Perhaps she felt that Xiao Jun was somewhat unreasonable. When she called the manager, she still looked back at Xiao Jun.

A minute later, the manager in black uniform came.

"This gentleman, I am the manager of the restaurant. What can I help?"

Xiao Jun stood up and said nothing, directly holding the porcelain altar, "squatting" fell to the ground.

"哐哗~"

The porcelain altar is like a manager full of incredible retinas, split into countless pieces, and the remaining soup spills the manager.

The noisy hall suddenly solidified, and the diners who were dining next to them turned their heads one by one, and the expression solidified and looked at this side.

No one expected that the little old man who looked quite literary, his temper was as violent as his wife, and he fell off the plate without warning. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)