All-Rounded Strategy Game

The man just went downstairs and asked for a bowl of noodles for his child. He didn't expect his son who is usually a picky eater would eat it with relish, and he smelled it very fragrant, so he followed his son to taste it, and after tasting it, he found this shop. The noodles tasted very good. After eating this bite, the hunger in his stomach was hooked out, and he couldn't help but go downstairs and order two more bowls.

As for the young scholar, he was a guest who lived at the door opposite the man. He opened the window to read at night. When the man passed by with his face, the smell just drifted in from the window, attracting his attention, and he followed him downstairs. Come.

Father Jiang and Uncle Cai did not react, Jiang Li stepped forward and said to the man and scholar: "Do you two need Yangchun noodles? Do you need to add an omelette?"

The practice of Yangchun noodles in each place is somewhat different. In this world, there is no such thing as fried eggs in Yangchun noodles. As soon as Jiang Li finished speaking, the man and the scholar simultaneously asked: "Can you still add eggs?"

"Of course." Jiang Li nodded and introduced eloquently, "Five-centred, half-cooked, fully-cooked, you can choose. If the two guest officials like to eat eggs, it is recommended to choose half-cooked. The chopsticks are light in the middle of the egg yolk. With a light poke, the half-boiled egg yolk inside will overflow like quicksand. After stirring, the scent of the egg yolk will melt into the noodles, which is very delicious."

According to his description, the man and the scholar swallowed at the same time, as if smelling the deliciousness of the thick egg scent and the fragrance of the face. They looked at each other and said in unison: "Add eggs, five mature!"

"Okay." Jiang Li replied, "but it costs a penny to add eggs."

The two replied: "No problem!"

Jiang Li nodded in satisfaction, and then said to the man, "This eldest brother just said that he wants two bowls, so why don't you want one bowl of fully cooked omelette?"

"No problem." The man responded readily.

After Jiang Li ordered something in a few words, he turned around and went into the kitchen. Uncle Cai came back to his senses and hurriedly went over to greet the two guests to sit down and wait.

The man also had a child upstairs to take care of. He didn't sit down on the first floor. He said to Uncle Cai "Send the face upstairs" and went upstairs.

It was a lonely scholar who was a widow. It didn’t matter where he waited. So he sat down and took a sip of the tea that Uncle Cai had just poured. The previous one is different! Have you changed the chef?"

He lived here yesterday, and he ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles. At that time, he felt that the taste was average, well-regarded, not unpalatable and not so delicious. He never thought that he just smelled the taste of other people's bowls, so he couldn't help it. I want to have a bite.

Father Jiang still had half a bowl of noodles in his bowl, but at this time someone was waiting here, and he couldn’t eat anymore. He smiled and replied, “The chef didn’t change it. It was my son’s temporary help just now. The one recommended to you."

The scholar was a little surprised when he heard this, and looked in the direction of the kitchen. He didn't expect that the young man just now was the son of the shopkeeper, and he was also the person who cooks.

As the saying goes, "The gentleman is far away from the kitchen." How did the shopkeeper's son look at a scholar dressed up as a kitchen master?

The scholar shook his head with some doubts. Although puzzled, he didn't ask much, but waited quietly for a cup of tea.

Uncle Cai saw that there was nothing to do by himself. He turned to the kitchen and planned to set the fire for Jiang Li. Before leaving, he did not forget to take away the half bowl of noodles he had placed at the checkout counter.

Jiang Li cooked the noodles very quickly, and soon he and Uncle Cai came out carrying three bowls of Yangchun noodles, each bowl of noodles lying on top of a golden fried egg.

Uncle Cai brought two bowls upstairs. When Jiang Li passed the checkout counter, he put the other two fried eggs on the tray in front of Jiang's father, then put the other bowl of noodles on the scholar's table, and said to him:" Guest officer, please take your time."

This time, the Yangchun noodles smelled of fried eggs. The scholar smelled the smell, but felt that there was a little uncontrollable saliva between the teeth. It was originally just a small hungry stomach, and it instantly seemed hungry.

He picked up the soup ladle, scooped up the noodle soup and drank several mouthfuls. The rich broth slid down his throat and flowed all the way into his stomach. The slight cold in the autumn night was dissipated by the hot soup, and the empty stomach nourished a burst of warmth. meaning.

"Delicious!" The scholar sighed, and pierced the yolk of the fried egg with his chopsticks. The golden yolk flowed out from the breach and spread into the soup. He stirred it with his chopsticks a few times, and the creamy soup became golden. When it got up, even the white noodles turned into a faint yellow. With the lush green embellishment on it, the overall look was very delicious. He couldn't help but roll up a handful of noodles with chopsticks and ate it.

Jiang Li returned to the checkout counter and saw that Father Jiang hadn't finished eating, so he urged him quietly, "Father, hurry up and eat. It will be cold for a while."

"Oh oh oh." Father Jiang nodded hurriedly, picked up the omelette he prepared for himself, and took a bite in his mouth.

The omelette is eight mature, the yolk is not soft or hard, just medium, the egg white is fried into a light yellow, the edges are slightly burnt and crisp, and there is a layer of light oil on the top, one bite, the smell of lard and The fragrance of the egg itself spread out in the mouth, causing Jiang's father to squint his eyes slightly.

good to eat!

This was Father Jiang's first feeling. He didn't swallow a bite, and then took a second bite, a third bite, and finished an omelette in twos or twos.

Jiang Li intimately handed him a cup of tea to dissolve his greasiness. Seeing the old father's satisfied expression, he couldn't help being a little funny, but it was just a fried egg, he was so easily satisfied.

But thinking about it, it can be understood that in his satisfaction, he is not only satisfied with the delicious food, but also because his son makes the food for himself.

The scholar quickly finished a bowl of noodles, and even drank the soup at the bottom of the bowl cleanly. Then he put the bowl down, sighed contentedly, and said: "This is the most I have eaten in the past few years. Delicious Yangchun noodles."

Hearing the words, Jiang Li smiled and accepted the sentence: "Actually, the time is too rush tonight, there is no time to re-mix the noodles, and the noodles are not strong enough. If the guest officer likes it, he can try something else tomorrow."

"This is natural. I must try something else tomorrow." When the scholar heard it, he immediately responded. Then he looked at Jiang Li and said in doubt: "By the way, little shopkeeper, I think you are also dressed as a scholar, why? The cooking skills are so good? None of the scholars I know can cook."

"I just thought about it in my spare time." Jiang Li casually found an excuse, "Since you have called me a small shopkeeper, then I must be the son of my father. I don't have the ability, how can I do it?"

"That's true." The scholar nodded in agreement. Although there is a saying that "the gentleman is far from the kitchen", everyone has his own choice. He didn't think there was anything wrong, and he went upstairs after paying the money.

Jiang Li gave the Yinliang he received to Father Jiang. Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, he knew that he had some doubts about what he had just said, so he said, "Father, just say what you have to say."

"Li'er, you just said that the son inherited his father's business..." Father Jiang hesitated, "Is that what Dad thought?"

Jiang Li nodded: "Exactly, I came back this time to help you take care of the inn business."

"Then you won't take the college exam next year?" Father Jiang hurriedly asked.

He sent his son to study, so that he could stand out and live a good life, instead of nesting in this small place like himself. Even a small inn didn’t have the ability to take care of it. He didn’t expect his son to come from Puzhou. When the big academy came back, he actually told him to take care of the inn business for him?

"The time for the hospital examination is too early, let's talk about it next year." Jiang Li knew his intentions, and did not say anything, but changed the topic, "By the way, I have an idea. Our inn is on the third floor. Building, I want to change the first and second floors into restaurants, leaving only the third floor for guests to stay in. What do you think?"

"Change to a restaurant?" Father Jiang asked in surprise, "Why do you suddenly think so? Now the town is full of restaurants and restaurants, and business is not easy to do."

Speaking of this, he sighed with a sad face, apparently he has lost confidence by the bleak business of these years.

"I know, I think so..."

Jiang Li explained his thoughts to Father Jiang concisely. He plans to change the first and second floors into restaurants. There are eight rooms on the second floor. They will be converted into open-style elegant seats while at the same time into closed-style elegant rooms. In the meantime, although the view on the second floor is not as good as that on the third floor, it is still broad and should be popular.

If you just do an inn, their home is too low in Qingshui Town, a tourist town with all over the inn, but it's not the same as a restaurant.

As the saying goes, "The fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys." When the restaurant opens, he will use propaganda to attract customers. He will pass on ten or ten, plus his good cooking skills combining Chinese and Western. He has a lot of food in this aspect. Work hard, don't worry about not being famous.

Father Jiang listened to his words and hesitated for a while, but didn't immediately agree.

Jiang Li was not in a hurry, anyway, he had time, and the guests in the inn would definitely have to eat tomorrow. Then he would show his old father again and use his strength to prove to him that he is not a whimsical one.

After making up his mind, Jiang Li talked to Father Jiang and went back to his house in the backyard to take a bath. He drove a day's journey today, with some dust on his body.

When he was originally studying at Puzhou University, his house was empty, but Father Jiang often cleaned it, so it was very clean. Jiang Li didn't need to clean more. He went back to the house and took a change of clothes and went directly to the bath.

After the bath, he went to the inn again, intending to accompany Jiang father to watch the night, but he was driven back by Jiang father not long ago.

Father Jiang said that he and Uncle Cai took turns to watch the night without Jiang Li's help. Jiang Li couldn't help him, so he had to go back to his room to sleep. After sitting in the carriage for several days, he was really tired and fell asleep.

The next day, Jiang Li got up early, and after washing up, he went to the inn to help Jiang's father. In the past, he found that Xuan Qing had gotten up earlier than him and was still helping his father move the stool.

The three set the tables and chairs together. Jiang Li went to open the door of the inn. As soon as he opened, he heard a crisp voice: "Brother Jiang Li, you are back!!"

With the sound of the sound, a pink figure rushed towards him, and he was about to rush on him. He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, and just moved under his feet, a hand suddenly appeared on his waist, which swept him. past.

The pink figure was caught off guard, and fell to the ground.

Xuan Qing held Jiang Li's waist with one hand, and looked at the woman on the ground blankly, with an indifferent voice: "Female donor, please respect yourself."