Chapter 380: Only give away olive grits

There are not many authentic Chaoshan restaurants in Tongcheng, but Hongji Restaurant is definitely one of them. Every time you come to Hongji Restaurant, the must order is casserole porridge, because this will give you a copy of Chef Wu’s secret olives. mix.
"Boss, on the 12th table, come with a fried thin shell, salt-baked snails, brine platter, and a pot of lye water porridge. Finally, the customer asked if we could give us an extra olive grits."
"No, there is only one olive grits for a table, not more." Wu Hongyuan expressionlessly refused the guest's rude request. You should know that although this olive grits is a free dish, it is not so easy to pickle olive grits. Yes, if you want to make delicious, you must have your own unique secret recipe. In addition, the southern and fresh olives are hard to find here in Copper City, so the olive grits have become more refined. Wu Hongyuan specially ordered one that is only given away but not sold. Rules, but only a small portion per table.
The waiter left with a look of embarrassment. After all, the boss is already so stubborn. If the guests still have trouble talking, I am afraid it will be hard to be kind today.
"Sorry, this guest, we can only serve one piece of olive grits on our table, I'm really embarrassed."
"It's okay. We know that there are many rules on Mr. Wu's side, so let's just give one copy."
To say that Chef Wei of Xiangyan is just hard to talk, but there is still some interaction with the diners, but the stinky face of boss Wu on Hongji's side is known to the familiar diners.
But on the boundary of this copper city, it is like the chef Wei who can not do Xiang banquet for Hunan cuisine. The Hongji restaurant opened by Wu Hongyuan in Chaoshan cuisine must be the first choice.
Since only Hongji Restaurant in Tongcheng can get the famous Chaozhou ingredients such as thin shells and blood eels, these Chaoshan diners who are far away in a foreign land can only bow their heads.
The taste of Tongcheng is always sweet. Although it is also a light taste, it is far from the taste of Chaoshan area. Hongji Restaurant has become a comfort for diners when they miss the taste of hometown.
"In fact, Lao Yang today, you don't have to look at boss Wu's face to see what good things I brought to you!" Li Liyang took out a glass jar from behind, which contained marinated olive grits.
"Don't! Brother, I advise you to put this olive grits away as soon as possible. You don’t know the stinky rules of Mr. Wu’s side. Don’t buy foreign food. If you get into Mr. Wu’s blacklist, I’m afraid we will want to find another one in the future. It’s harder to have fun."
Wu Hongyuan was originally the chef of a well-known hotel in Chaoshan, but he didn’t know why he opened such a small restaurant in Tongcheng. He established a lot of good cooking rules, but he couldn’t stand the taste. So many Chaoshan diners have always been used to him.
"Don't be afraid, I know the rules of Mr. Wu, but I also heard that he has another rule, that is, as long as the cooking skills he brings have beaten Mr. Wu, the diners' bills on that day can be waived. Order five dishes of Mr. Wu’s signature dishes, do you think there is such a thing?"
"I also know this rule, but you want to use the olive grits in front of you to compete with Mr. Wu? I advise you to rest your mind. I don't think you have been pickling olive grits for long. You know Mr. Wu's How long should the olive grits be marinated at least? At least three months! You can't win with this alone, let alone the taste."
"What are you worried about, let's try it first!"
This jar of olive grits was bought by Li Liyang from another Chaoshan restaurant. Although the taste of that restaurant has not been as good as Hongji, the last time Li Liyang tasted their new olive grits, he was shocked and took a high price from the other party. I bought a can of olive grits in order to come to Hongji to find something.
Yes, Li Liyang is here to find things. In his opinion, boss Wu is too hypocritical. Although the dishes are delicious, there are a lot of cooking rules. They have never felt that customers are treated by God here, so this pot of olive grits shoulders To challenge Master Wu’s glorious mission, whether you can eat the signature dishes today depends on this pot of olive grits!
Several people in the private room tasted the olive grits and found that the sweet olive grits were mixed with the aroma of almonds, which softened the taste of southern ginger. If the olive grits marinated by Master Wu took time to make the olives and If the scent of southern is combined, the olive grits brought by Li Liyang is the taste of southern neutralized by almonds.
"This olive grits may really be comparable to Master Wu's craftsmanship."
"Then we have hope that we can eat Master Wu's signature dishes? I want to eat grilled eel!" Li Liyang's friends here have begun to imagine what signature dishes they can order after winning.
"Excuse me, serve!" The door to the private room was suddenly opened. At this time, the waiter saw a jar of olive grits on the table and said, "Sir, we are not allowed to bring foreign food here."
"I know this, but we are here to fight with Master Wu today!" The olive grits he brought with him were affirmed by friends, and Li Liyang began to feel confident.
"Fighting food?" The waiter obviously didn't know such a statement.
"Go and call your foreman over."
Soon someone suggested that he wanted to fight dishes and it reached Master Wu's ears.
"Chaoyang, go and see what's going on. If someone makes trouble, just drive them out." Chef Wu is very confident in his Chaoshan cuisine, knowing that Chaoshan chefs who can cook better than him generally It was the few old friends I knew, so naturally they wouldn't rashly propose to fight with them.
They are all a group of diners who don’t know the heights and heights of the world. There are many famous names in this Chaoshan cuisine. In short, I send my apprentice Chaoyang to see it. If I can’t even pass the level of my apprentice, I’m afraid it would be a waste to go. Own time.
Master Wu continued with the work at hand. Originally, he thought that these diners who wanted to fight for food would definitely be driven away by his apprentice~EbookFREE.me~, but he didn't expect Chaoyang to look like hesitating after returning: " Master, would you like to take a look in Haiyan's private room?"
Master Wu's frying movements in his hand did not stop, but his brows suddenly raised slightly. It seems that the other party brought two brushes this time, otherwise Chaoyang would not ask him to come forward.
After calmly putting the pot away from the Huodian spoon and putting it on the plate, Master Wu asked: "Let’s say, what kind of dishes did they bring this time? Is it brine? Claypot porridge? Or seafood?"
"None, Master, it's a jar of olive grits."
"Olive grits?"
Wu Hongyuan did not expect that the opponent challenged him to be olive grits. You must know that olive grits are a kind of side dish, which many Chaoshan people take snacks. But the more common side dishes, the harder it is to make good ones. Grits can be considered as an old craft for decades, and now the other party actually proposes to compare olive grits to himself, it's interesting!
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