Zhang Jialiang sat down, picked up the kettle next to him, scalded the bowls, cups, spoons and other things in front of him, and finally poured the water into the garbage can be poured by the door.

Jian Heng looked at his movements and said jokingly, "Yes, I have learned all this trick."

Zhang Jialiang was stunned for a moment after hearing this and asked, "What tricks did I learn?"

Jian Heng stretched out his finger and pointed to the cup in front of Zhang Jialiang: "Where did you learn the habit of scalding bowls and chopsticks with boiling water?"

"Oh, this one was learned when I was having dinner with a group of workers. They had to come every time they had dinner, and they learned it over time. If I knew that you and your sister-in-law came to have Chinese food, I would take you to a fly restaurant. The dishes there were really authentic. I heard that the one who was holding the spoon was a serious Hunan chef who had served in the past, and he had served in the state banquet before," said Zhang Jialiang.

He Ye smiled and said, "The chef who serves as a state banquet will come to the United States to open a fly restaurant. Who are you talking nonsense? Just pull out one of them and you will be the chef of a big hotel or you will work alone. What kind of private restaurant can you make? How much money can a fly restaurant on the roadside make? The table that comes with a meal of more than 100,000 yuan can only start. Open a fly restaurant on the roadside? You are really thinking too much."

Zhang Jialiang heard this and said, "I just heard from others. Who knows if it is true? As soon as I show off, you will pierce the balloon!"

He Ye was very happy after hearing this.

Zhang Jialiang continued, "The place is inconspicuous, but the dishes are really good, especially the pickled fish, which is amazing. Oh, by the way, who was that person just now?" At this time, Zhang Jialiang remembered to ask the fat man who was staggered when he entered the door just now.

Jian Heng was embarrassed to point out the wrong centipede in Zhang Jialiang's words. A first-class Hunan cuisine chef is best at making pickled fish. Are you sure that he is not a Sichuan cuisine chef?

"It's the boss here," He Ye replied.

"You know each other?" Zhang Jialiang was a little curious.

"I didn't know him before. He recognized your boss. When he came in, he insisted on asking your boss to help Wu Yong talk to him and raise his chicken quota," He Ye said casually.

When Zhang Jialiang heard this, he immediately said, "If he wants to go up here, someone will jump. Now I heard that there are no such chickens in the free-range chicken farms and canteens there, and the chickens they eat are purchased from the market. It's not like before, when they were killed and slaughtered chickens from time to time, the chickens were nervous, and each chicken was numbered."

When Jian Heng heard Zhang Jialiang say this, he said curiously: "You kid knows so clearly that He Ye and I don't know much about what's happening here."

"I also heard from others. I met a girl before. She had no job after graduation and didn't want to work in the ranch, so I introduced her to Boss Wu. When I came back a few times, I told me about the chicken farm when I was together. My ears were called out to my ears," said Zhang Jialiang.

"Is this a girlfriend?" Jian Heng heard a different smell. A woman was also in a hurry to introduce a job and even found Wu Yong. It would be strange if the relationship between the two was average.

Zhang Jialiang said: "No, it's just that when it's okay, we'll all relieve our boredom together. I'll come here and we'll part."

"You!" Jian Heng didn't know what to say about him, so he had to sigh.

At this moment, the door of the private room opened, and the waiter standing outside the private room was the waiter. She was followed by three waiters carrying trays. Four people entered in a row, and after saying sorry, the waiter outside the private room started to cook dishes.

"We didn't order this, right?" Jian Heng stretched out his finger and pointed to the potato chicken nuggets in the middle. The dish was a whole plate, and the plate was about 40 cm in size. It was full of flowers. In addition to the chicken, you can also see side dishes such as potatoes, green garlic, etc.

"This dish is not on our list of signature dishes. This dish only entertains some old customers, or old friends, and only accepts reservations. Your dish was given by our boss, and said that you would like to try the skills of our chefs and give me some advice." The waiter of the cloth dish explained to Jian Heng.

"Then thank you boss," Jian Heng said after hearing this.

After the dish was served, everyone opened a bottle of Yanghe Mengliu. The five of them divided a little, about one or two taels of barley and wheat each, and the remaining three were two taels of each. Everyone picked up the wine glasses and started eating the dishes.

"Try this, it seems to be the signature dish among the signature dishes here." Jian Heng stretched out his chopsticks and signaled everyone to greet the potato roast chicken nuggets first.

I picked up a piece of chicken and put it in my mouth. Jian Heng took it down and immediately felt that the sauce in the chicken suddenly exploded in his mouth. His mouth was full of meat. After chewing it, I felt that the chicken was tender and smooth, so delicious.

"Yeah, that's really good!"

Hearing Jian Heng's admiration, Damai and Xiaomai nodded. At the same time, Xiaomai also said: "Really, it's much better than your skills. I didn't expect the chicken to be so tender, and there was no feeling of the vegetarian food at all. Even the chicken skin had a strange umami flavor."

Jian Heng smiled and said, "Otherwise, I can only cook it at home for you to eat."

Jian Heng is definitely not as good as a chef in cooking. He is famous for being a chef in this industry, and his efforts are not as good as Jian Heng’s three meals a day. He can compare with the recipes when he has nothing to do. Jian Heng understands this truth, and even sitting there, he knows that Jian Heng and the chef’s skills are not comparable.

He Ye nodded while eating: "It's really good. This is the best potato roast chicken I have ever eaten so far. Not only is the chicken delicious, but the potatoes are also delicious."

Zhang Jialiang said while eating: "Why don't you ask if you want a menu or something to improve your cooking skills? I'll go and have a free meal when I go back in the future."

He Ye said: "Don't ask about this, as they won't teach you, even if they teach you, you won't be able to make this taste."

Jian Heng picked up a piece of potato and put it in his mouth. While eating, he picked up the wine glass and signaled everyone to have a drink. After putting down the cup, he said to Zhang Jialiang: "Zhang's mouth is a humiliation. Have you noticed that this signature is braised chicken. He didn't give us braised chicken but brought this plate of potato roast chicken. He is going to make a signature dish. I wonder how much effort the chef has spent on it. Can you tell you when you ask me?"

"Too conservative! Too conservative, how can we make progress if this continues?" said Zhang Jialiang.

In the next sentence, this person showed his true face: "This restaurant is so expensive. If I want to eat in the future, I have to come here to pay for it. If it were a small fly restaurant, it would be great if it could make this taste."

"You think it's beautiful. Even if you know that the restaurant on the roadside cannot be cooked. If you don't talk about anything else, the potatoes on this plate are probably hundreds of times more expensive than other potatoes. It is very likely that the potatoes produced on Noir Muge Island in France. I heard that one kilogram costs three or four thousand yuan. This plate of dish is really not enough. I can't get this plate. If the fly restaurant uses this potato, the table will be overturned. A portion of shredded potatoes can be sold for two or three thousand yuan. It would be strange if people don't scold the brew." He Ye smiled.

Hearing He Ye say this, Jian Heng tasted the potatoes, tasted them twice and said, "It's true, when you say that these potatoes are several thousand per kilogram, I suddenly feel that they are much sweeter and softer than before."

"What you eat is completely psychological, but this little potato is indeed very dough and it will break without biting it into your mouth. It also sucks the delicious chicken aroma," Xiaomai said with a smile.

The potato roasted chicken nuggets are really good. The remaining tables are leeks, eggs and wood beard meat. The other tastes are generally not good or bad. As expected, not every dish in a restaurant is delicious.

After a bottle of wine was completely removed, everyone had a full stomach. After Jian Heng went to settle the bill, everyone went home. Zhang Jialiang had a small nest here, a two-story building with a good location and a good environment in the community. Jian Heng originally expected to stay for a few days, but now he had to give up because he had to deal with people.

When he returned to the hotel, He Ye entered his suite. After Jian Heng and Damai and Xiaomai returned to the room, the two women had no strength to try on their clothes and lay down on the bed and started to scream about being tired.
Chapter completed!