fictionpage Chapter 80 Zhang Yuwen's Private Banquet
Chapter 80 Zhang Yuwen's Private Banquet
Lu Hua gradually got into work mode, weighing all the vegetables and meat for breakfast himself.
This made my uncle think that everyone suspected him of cheating, and he was very unhappy.
It took Lu Yuan a while to calm his uncle down.
There's nothing we can do about it; there are more and more stores now, and more and more people are involved.
If you want to save trouble, you need to go through formalization, and formalization requires following procedures.
If you follow procedures but don't consider personal feelings, and if relatives don't show affection, there will always be some misunderstandings.
The traffic lights on the national highway haven't been removed yet, and there are still many people going to the mala tang (spicy hot pot) restaurants today.
Lu Yuan was too busy to be in charge, and he felt a little uneasy.
Today, business at Xiao Lu's farmhouse restaurant was somewhat affected; it wasn't as packed as before.
The opening of the mala tang restaurant affected the flow of vehicles, diverting some customers.
After opening at noon, Xiao Lu's farmhouse restaurant's revenue dropped by 1000, to only 4000.
But I estimate that the mala tang (spicy hot pot) business can still sell around 3000 today.
Adding both together, the turnover exceeded 7000.
However, this is only the current situation, and it should be noted that the customer groups of the two stores do not overlap significantly.
Once things stabilize, they will each accumulate their own regular customers, which will lead to a certain increase in revenue.
After Xiao Lu's farmhouse restaurant closed for lunch, Lu Yuan went to check out the mala tang (spicy hot pot) shop.
I found that everyone was back on track, not panicked at all, and even chatting and laughing.
Lu Hua was very responsible, staying there all day to oversee things, so he felt relieved.
. . .
At 5 p.m., Zhang Yuwen, dressed in a fashionable outfit, was with a group of slender and graceful girls.
They walked into the front hall, surrounding an elderly dancer whose youth had faded but whose charm remained undiminished.
Zhenzhen and Pingping had been waiting for a long time and smiled as they let them in.
Unexpectedly, the first thing Zhang Yuwen's master said upon entering was:
"These two girls are really good dancers, it's a pity they're too old."
Zhang Yuwen immediately shook her master's arm in a coquettish manner and said:
"Master, you've already retired, why are you still thinking about taking on disciples?"
"Haha, your old problem!" Master laughed and patted her hand.
"Even if I wanted to accept it, I couldn't."
After her master finished speaking, he seemed a little sad, and Zhang Yuwen immediately comforted him:
"When you go to America, could you take on a foreign apprentice?"
The master immediately shook his head and said:
"Our master is used to being strict. You can handle it, but the foreigners can't. If they call the police and get our master arrested, we'll be in big trouble!"
As they talked, they arrived at the small courtyard. The master smiled with satisfaction, but a hint of regret lingered on his face.
"That's wonderful, I just want to live in a small courtyard like this to retire."
Zhang Yuwen knew that her master was a little reluctant to leave, so she urged her master to go to the private room to dispel this feeling.
The private room was quiet and elegant, and the master's mood immediately eased a bit.
Lu Yuan arranged another private room for them. The private rooms in the courtyard were similar in style, but the furnishings were slightly different.
For their farewell banquet, Lu Yuan did not arrange handwritten cards or opening gifts.
A group of women at a table are more vulnerable and sensitive in this environment, and their emotions are often out of control.
A farewell banquet doesn't necessarily have to constantly emphasize the sadness of parting.
Beautiful memories are the best gift.
The first course, or rather, a snack, was a snack combo.
Lu Yuan carefully selected pumpkin seeds, watermelon seeds, apricot flesh, candied fruit, and Lao Fo Ye peanuts, and then served each person a small bowl of chilled preserved plum and honey peach.
Peaches and watermelons are two irreplaceable fruits in the summer of northern China.
The peaches are very juicy, sweet, and soft, but they don't taste quite right if eaten directly.
This chilled plum and honey peach dessert, specially made by Lu Yuan, was a best-selling dessert when he ran his shop in his previous life.
Choose a peach that is not too soft, wash it thoroughly, remove the pit, and cut it into wedges.
Lay the peaches flat in a clean box, and then cut a few lemon slices and place them on top.
Rinse the salted plums quickly with water, then put them in a pot with rock sugar and bring to a boil.
After cooling, pour the plums and water into a box, and finally add some honey.
Seal the lid, refrigerate for 4 hours, take it out and let it sit for a while before enjoying this refreshing dessert.
Everyone was very interested in this peach dessert and picked up a piece to eat.
The peach bursts with juice upon first bite, offering a sweet, icy flavor with an even more complex and complex sweetness.
Everyone smiled with satisfaction; the allure of desserts to women has never been weak.
Lu Yuan's philosophy on private banquets is to be unrestrained by form; as long as the guests' emotions are taken care of, the form and taste are not important.
These delicate snacks quickly got the women at the table talking.
The conversation started with how the teacher punished children by making them stand during their dance lessons, and continued until they talked about which senior female student got married, gradually building up the atmosphere.
The second dish served was a set of tableware, or more precisely, freshly made canned roasted milk.
Formalism is always the best way to win over girls.
Lu Yuan, dressed in a neat chef's uniform, entered the private room, ready to personally prepare this now-famous dessert.
Lu Fa and Lu Qiang carried a table to the private room in advance, with a brazier on it filled with thoroughly burned charcoal.
A wire mesh was placed on the brazier, and nine earthenware jars were placed on the wire mesh.
On either side of the brazier, there was a ring of small plates, filled with jujubes, tea leaves, chrysanthemums and other condiments.
Lu Yuan bowed slightly and smiled, "Next, I will make canned roasted milk for everyone. There are nine flavors in total. Please feel free to try them."
Lu Yuan's hands moved steadily and quickly as he placed different ingredients into each pottery jar in turn, without the slightest sign of panic on his face.
The girls at the table were all drawn to Lu Yuan and the props in front of him.
This kind of on-site preparation method, excluding the fried skewers on the streets of the provincial capital, was the first of its kind that Lu Yuan had ever seen.
In addition, Lu Yuan's handsome face and tall figure made several girls blush.
Even Zhang Yuwen couldn't help but shift her gaze from the jar to Lu Yuan's face.
Before long, the milk in the pot began to boil, and Lu Yuan immediately used a towel to move the pot from directly above the brazier to the sides.
This way, the temperature can be maintained without being continuously heated to boiling.
Lu Yuan bowed slightly and left the private room, leaving Zhenzhen and Pingping to take over the task of dividing the roasted milk.
After the roasted milk was distributed, the Lu brothers, Lu Fa and Lu Qiang, moved the table outside to replenish the milk as needed and to give the diners more space.
After Lu Yuan left, the girls were clearly less enthusiastic.
The master gave Zhang Yuwen's hand a sharp squeeze and said:
"You little rascal, you wouldn't have tricked me into coming all this way if you liked this young monk, would you?"
Zhang Yuwen immediately panicked, her cheeks flushing red, and quickly explained:
"Master, what are you saying? We only ordered here because the food is so delicious! You guys should prove it!"
Zhang Yuwen looked to her junior sisters for help, but they turned their heads away and "framed" her on the spot!
Yuanyuan added fuel to the fire, saying:
"Master, the first time we ate here, my senior sister immediately called out that handsome young man. You could call it love at first sight!"
Zhang Yuwen's eyes practically blazed with anger. Although Lu Yuan was indeed quite handsome, she wasn't a hopeless romantic.
This feeling of being unjustly accused was really infuriating, so she glared angrily and thought to herself, "Wait until Master leaves, and I'll see how I deal with you all."
Fortunately, the roasted milk was served at this time, and Zhang Yuwen first served her master a small bowl.
She made sure all her junior sisters got a bowl before taking hers herself, showing the demeanor of a senior sister.