MTL - Counterattack Strategies-Chapter 60 Food and Live (12)

Food and Live (12)

On the day of the birthday banquet, the sun was shining brightly, and the staff of the villa began to be busy early.

After getting up early and eating the longevity noodles made by Lu Jingqian himself, the old people chatted for a while, and then walked slowly to the big front hall below the villa, waiting to welcome the guests who came to the banquet.

The sons, daughters and grandchildren of the Hong family had already stayed in the villa yesterday, and they were specially waiting to entertain the guests today. But the number of guests coming today, the children of the Hong family may not be able to entertain them. The other old people have been friends with Mr. Hong for decades, and they are closer than relatives, so their children were also called. , together to help entertain the guests.

In order to make it easier for guests to enter without being crowded, the villa has opened all three gates, waiting for guests to come.

Lu Jingqian sat in the resting position of the chef in the kitchen, drinking tea while watching other chefs and apprentices busy.

It has been more than a month since the villa opened. Since he taught other chefs some dishes, he is no longer as tired as he was when he first opened. Usually, most of the time is drinking tea, and it is enough to control the overall situation of the kitchen. Unless there are important guests or cooking for the old men, he has less time to cook himself now.

Today is grandpa Hong Boxiao's birthday banquet, and he will cook in the yard where he entertains guests in a while for everyone to see, and then he will serve the dishes directly after cooking. What he needs to do personally is only four or five tables at most, and he can still handle it.

He knew that Mr. Yan and those from the Food Association were coming today. The grandfather of the original owner was one of them before, and now he cooks for the Hong family by himself. What expression will it be.

He must avenge the original owner's revenge, and he will definitely not let Yan Bin and Lan Mingze go. As for what will happen to the Yan family, it depends on whether they are willing to abandon Yan Bin at that time.

"Chef, it's ready over there, you can go rest over there and wait for the banquet to start." After the manager arranged everything, he came over to invite people in person.

"En." Lu Jingqian nodded, got up and walked out.

"Chairman Hong, hello, hello." Mr. Yan brought a group of people from the Food Association to the door, and congratulated Mr. Hong with a smile on his face. He didn't really smile like this because he was happy, but he always did this when facing outsiders, and he had the title of smiling tiger when he was young.

"Chairman Yan, welcome, welcome." Mr. Hong also stood up with his friends to greet him.

Ou Wenyu and Hong Boxiao came out to entertain some friends, happened to see this scene, Ou Wenyu said to Hong Boxiao in a low voice, "It looks like two gangsters meeting in a movie, the comparison is who is more powerful."

"Hurry up, stop talking nonsense, you may be tired again today, you still have the heart to talk about this." Hong Boxiao pushed Ou Wenyu.

"It's still early, how about I take you to the garden?" Old Man Hong asked.

"Please, please." Mr. Yan said three words of please, and raised his hand to signal Mr. Hong to lead the way.

The only ones who need to be entertained by Mr. Hong and the others are those who are about the same age as them and of the same generation. The other guests will naturally be entertained by juniors.

It was almost time to start the banquet, and old man Hong led the old men who could add up to thousands of years to take their seats.

Then other guests also came to the courtyard one after another. After celebrating their birthday in front of Mr. Hong, they found seats to sit down one after another.

Lu Jingqian was resting in a room on the second floor next to the yard. Through the windows on the second floor, he could clearly see all the people in the yard.

Lu Jingqian took out an iron cylinder with the length of a pinky finger, put five soybean-sized hockey pucks in a row, and then saw a certain figure walking to Mr. Hong's desk, aimed at the gap in the wooden window, and pressed continuously. Twice the switch on the iron barrel.

After Yan Bin stood still in front of Mr. Hong's table, he said a few words of congratulations for his birthday, and after slightly bending over, he was about to walk away, but suddenly there was a tingling pain in the popliteal hole behind his knee, and before he could react. , he has knelt down.

The old men at the two tables were stunned, not understanding why he acted so suddenly.

Yan Bin knew that he was ashamed, and wanted to stand up as fast as possible with his palms on the ground, but suddenly there was another stabbing pain in his waist, which made him not only lie down, but also hit his head heavily on the green body under him. slate. When he wanted to get up again, he fell down again. After the third time, he kept his movements and did not dare to get up quickly.

Everyone looked at him and was stunned. People in Huaguo only kneel down to their closest relatives. Even the elders of ordinary relatives never kneel down. Everyone didn't understand why Yan Bin suddenly performed these three prostrations. one out.

Mr. Yan's face is even more ugly. He is still sitting here, and his grandson is going to perform filial sons and grandsons for others. In front of so many people, his old face was completely thrown away by him today. .

After Mr. Hong came back to his senses, he turned his head to look at Mr. Yan's livid face, and said to Yan Bin who was still lying on the ground, "Get up, get up, my own grandson hasn't paid my birthday greetings yet, so you can do it!" Such a big gift. Although you are in the same generation as my grandson, you are not my own grandson after all, so I can't afford such a big gift from you."

Yan Bin straightened his body slowly, and after confirming that he no longer felt the stinging pain, he stood up and lowered his head and said, "Sorry, I didn't feel well just now, I'm sorry."

The people at Mr. Hong's table could clearly see the red mark on his forehead because of the angle they were sitting at, so they held back their smiles and turned their eyes to the side.

Mr. Hong waved his hand and said, "If you're not feeling well, please sit down quickly. Would you like me to have someone take you to your room to rest?"

"Thank you, Grandpa Hong, for your kindness. I'm much better now." Yan Bin was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look into other people's eyes. He nodded and walked away immediately. After sitting down at his table, he looked up in the crowd to find out if it was just now. Someone plotted against him. But this person comes and goes, he really can't see who plotted against him, and these people have no enmity with him, who is it among them? Why do you want to do this? Yan Bin was impatient, and vowed to find the person who murdered him, otherwise he would not give up!

Old Man Yan stared at Yan Bin hard, and then worked hard to restore his face to normal, because he knew that the more ugly his face was, the more gloating the old men at the table next to him would be.

When Hong Boxiao entered the yard, he happened to see the scene of Yan Bin kneeling down. He was also taken aback for a moment. After Yan Bin kowtowed and sat down, he quickly glanced at the wooden window on the second floor, and then led the people away. past.

"Grandpa." Hong Boxiao walked to Mr. Hong's table and said sideways, "Shaoxuan made this by himself early this morning. It's called Hundred Beasts' Blessing. It's just steamed out of the pot. Take a look."

Everyone looked curiously at the large disc carried by the three people. The background color of the disc was mountains and forests, and on the disc, there were at least a hundred kinds of animals standing on it vividly.

"Wonderful!" Mr. Li clapped his hands and stood up, sighing while watching carefully, "This is all made by hand? It's hard to make it so realistic with a machine, right?"

"These are all made by Shaoxuan himself." After Hong Boxiao emphasized again, he looked at Mr. Hong and said, "Blessed are the beasts, this is Shaoxuan's meaning of wishing you good fortune and longevity."

"Okay, okay," Mr. Hong smiled all over his face, feeling very honored, and nodded in satisfaction, "This kid has a heart, thank him for me."

Hong Boxiao asked someone to bring out another large round table, and put a large disc on it for the guests to appreciate.

The old men gathered around the table, discussing which animal was more similar, and the final result was that they were all similar, as if they were about to come alive, and the details of the movements looked lifelike.

The people at Mr. Yan's table looked at each other calmly. Although they were sitting still, they could clearly see the animals made of pasta, and they thought they were very delicate. They are all people who have studied catering for many years. They know that this is a pure handicraft. It is relatively rigid to do it with machinery, and it is difficult to do it with such dexterity.

After the old men watched it, other people came up to look at it one by one. They all said that it was not only beautiful, but also had a good meaning, and it was very imposing. Some older ones felt envious in their hearts, and their children said that when they celebrate their birthdays, they will also find a way to get such a blessing from all kinds of beasts.

At the table of Mr. Yan, there was an old man who liked pasta very much. He finally couldn't help standing up, walked to the table where the discs were placed, and looked again and again. He liked it very much, but he was talking to himself. said, "It looks good, but I don't know if it tastes good or not."

Although Mr. Hong is old, his hearing has always been very good. Hearing what he said, he wanted to find the staff of the villa, but when he turned his head and saw Hong Dongbai walking over, he told him, "You came just in time. , Bo Xiao said that those noodles were just out of the pan, before they completely cooled down, let's share them with everyone."

Hong Dongbai walked to the round table and looked around and said, "Shaoxuan made it, only his hands can make such delicate pastry, it's so good, it's a pity to eat it."

"It's just for eating. What a pity. When I want to see it that day, I will ask Shaoxuan to make another plate and put it there for watching." Mr. Hong said, "I will share this plate with everyone while it is hot." Come on, there is still a little time before the food is served, the elderly are not hungry, so fill their stomachs first."

"Hey, let me say yes first. When it's my birthday, let Shaoxuan make two dishes for me, one for eating and one for watching." Mr. Wu said.

"You want two sets?!" Mr. Li stared at him, then changed his tone and said, "Then I want two sets too."

"And me, I also have two sets." Mr. Zhang hurriedly signed up.

"All right, all right, all of you will be indispensable at that time, don't worry, don't worry." Old Man Hong said.

Although Hong Dongbai felt that it was a pity to eat it, but the old man said something, he could only do as he said. A few staff members were called to carry the big disc to Mr. Hong's desk. Hong Dongbai said, "Father, today is your birthday. You should choose one first."

"This lion is not bad, the king of beasts." Mr. Li suggested.

"This elephant is not bad either. It looks like a lot of weight." Mr. Wu said.

"The tiger looks pretty good, but I don't know what kind of stuffing it is." Mr. Zhang said.

"Father?" Hong Dongbai waited for Mr. Hong to make a decision.

"Then choose that lion, and I will be the king of beasts again." Mr. Hong slapped the table domineeringly and decided.

Although Hong Dongbai didn't understand what's the point of this, but it's normal for old and young people to become childish easily.

There are dozens of tables in the yard, but there are only a hundred kinds of animals in the disc. Of course, it is impossible for everyone to share, so only the older ones are given to eat first.

"Well... mine is mango flavored, delicious!" Mr. Zhang took a bite of his tiger pastry and said, "Delicious!"

"Mine is peach-flavored, and it's delicious, um! It's really good!" Mr. Li, who is a monkey, chose golden monkey noodles.

"Mine is stuffed with fish and comes with soup, it's delicious!"

"Mine is stuffed with sauced meat, it's really delicious..."

"Mine is crab roe..."

"Mine is pumpkin, with a bit of milk fragrance..."

The people who got it asked each other, and none of the fillings were repeated, and the different flavors were all quite delicious. They all said that their own flavor must be the best.

Mr. Yan's table was full of old people, so everyone got their share, whether it was delicious or not, they didn't need to listen to other people's descriptions, they could only know it in their hearts.

"It's really thoughtful. I thought that this kind of pastry with high ornamental taste must be worse than the usual dim sum. I didn't expect that not only is it not bad at all, but also the fillings are not repeated." Mr. Wu sigh said.

The others also nodded in agreement.

Lu Jingqian played with the iron cylinder in his hand. Seeing that it was almost time, he drank the water in the teacup, got up and went downstairs to cook.