Life is a Game

At 11:08, it opened on time.

Firecrackers cannot be set off in the urban area, and the festivities during the opening are a little less. Since the two old men don't like such frivolous things as opening ribbon cutting, Taifeng Building directly opens the door to welcome guests. This makes it more difficult for journalists to write press releases. After all, there is one less material that can contain 500 words without the ribbon-cutting for the opening.

The specially invited guests arrived one after another, and the waiters led them to their seats. The seats had been arranged long ago. Who sits at the same table with whom, who sits next to whom, who cannot sit next to whom, who cannot sit at the same table with whom, and who should not even see each other are all particular.

For example, Tong Deyan, his seat is the most difficult to arrange. Although Xia Mu has offended many people, he is senior and old. The most important thing is that he is terminally ill and will live for a few days. Even if you have 100,000 points of dissatisfaction with him, you have to smile when you meet him, you have to smile when you don't give him a good face, and you have to smile when you are scolded by him.

All in all, when you see Xia Mu, you are right to smile.

The menu for the guests in area c has been set long ago, and the back kitchen is almost ready. Zhang Guanghang went to the hospital to pick up Xia Mu. Given Xia Mu's current physical condition, he couldn't eat a few mouthfuls of food.

The reason he has worked so hard for so long is today. He wants to witness the opening of Taifeng Building with his own eyes.

Only by seeing it with his own eyes can he rest in peace.

It opens at 11:08 and leaves at 11:28. Apart from the invited guests, there are also many individual customers. Looking around, it can definitely be called a booming business.

The lottery drawers at the entrance gradually dispersed, and the eight lucky ones who had won 1,000 yuan vouchers stepped into Taifeng Tower with great vigor and arrogance. Most of the people dispersed, and a few people hesitated and chose to dine here, plus some who entered by mistake, came here deliberately after reading the news, the number of individual tourists is quite large.

"All the guests in area C are here, do you want to serve food?" Ji Yue walked to the food delivery window and asked.

"Let's serve, Xiaofeng, you can start making shredded yams now." Jiang Weiguo nodded, and Ji Yue ordered the cold appetizers to be brought to the table first.

Jiang Feng was instructed to fire up the fire to make shredded yams. Most of the guests are still struggling with what to order because of the capacity of their stomachs and wallets. The back kitchen is not considered busy, but the waiters in the lobby are busy. All kinds of weird questions.

The 6 dishes of cold dishes are: red bean curd stick mixed with bamboo shoots, cucumbers, shredded potatoes in cold sauce, peanuts in tiger skin, golden pheasant in spring and wakame in cold salad. Among them, Jinji Mingchun is a cold combination of colors, a semi-three-dimensional pattern made of stewed beef, sashimi, broccoli, shrimp, cucumber shreds and various radish shreds. It is also the cold dish platter with the highest price in Taifeng Building so far. Not only for sale but also for banquet dishes.

Jinji Mingchun is a cold assortment made by Jiang Weiming himself. The two masters of cold dishes in Taifeng Building can only make assorted cold dishes at most. The cold assortment is too much a test of knife skills and artistic level, and ordinary cold dish masters can't do it at all.

Even if it was Sang Ming, after he practiced his saber skills well, he could only spell a chicken at most.

The busiest table in area c is the press seat, and they started to get busy before the dishes were served. Occasionally, they were surprised when they saw one or two familiar bosses at the next table, and deleted and revised the draft in their minds again. again.

"Is that Mr. Xu Cheng?" The sharp-eyed reporter recognized Xu Cheng.

"It seems that the person sitting next to Mr. Xu seems to be Xia Mu." Two reporters from food magazines discussed.

"Who is Shamu?" the other reporters asked.

"Does Fenyuan know? The most expensive private restaurant in Beiping is owned by Xia Mu, but he has a bad temper, so we'd better not provoke him."

"Why is he here? I heard he was so sick that he was hospitalized last week."

"Did you get hospitalized only last week? Fenyuan has been closed for more than a year." Reporters from several gourmet magazines exchanged information with each other.

There are also people who are indifferent to these gossips.

"Xiao Tang, go and take a picture of the decoration I pointed at just now, take a close-up of that screen, and wait for the servants to go to the lobby to take a group portrait." Reporter Hu began to direct the cameraman Xiao Tang.

"Reporter Hu, I just heard from them that the tables next door seem to be filled with well-known food critics and gourmets, should we wait for an interview?" Xiao Tang asked.

"We are not a gourmet magazine. Our manuscript focuses on the opening of the business. When the time comes, you can find out which famous restaurants are on those tables." Reporter Hu began to make overall plans, "And when the dishes are served, you take beautiful pictures of them. Some, just leave the rest of the manuscript to me.”

Xiao Tang nodded solemnly.

The reporters are so busy here that they can't leave the ground. Area C is very leisurely waiting for the other tables. The food circle and the chef circle are connected, and the circle is not big. Everyone knows each other, and it is rare to get together like this. Except that most of them have a bad relationship with Xia Mu, and half of them have a bad relationship with Tong Deyan, they get along very well.

"A lot of reporters have been invited. I think the two tables over there are all reporters. There are nearly 20 of them. Hey, the food is served." Pei Shenghua's eyes are sharpest, and he saw the waiter carrying the dish from a distance. Said to Tong Deyan next to him.

"Why is Mr. Xia here?" Tong Deyan didn't care about serving the food at all, but instead paid attention to Xia Mu who was sitting at the next table among a group of old gourmets and food critics, "Didn't he just be admitted to the hospital last week?"

"Xia Lao wanted to buy this store more than ten years ago. What's so strange? I heard that the owner behind this store is quite related. Isn't this store opened by Jiang Feng's family?" Pei Shenghua extended Neck looked at the dishes served by the waiter, and was attracted by the golden pheasant, "That cold dish is a bit interesting."

"It's mostly based on rumors. We don't see such things often?" Tong Deyan drank tea silently and sneered, "Why is this guy Ling Guangzhao here? Is their Babaozhai business bankrupt?"

Ling Guangzhao is the young owner of Babaozhai. In terms of status, he is very similar to Sun Jikai in Jubaolou, except that he did not study cooking, but specialized in business management. He was the one who made Babaozhai's foolish move to fully commercialize. Although the turnover has been getting higher and higher in the past few years, Babaozhai's good reputation has basically been defeated, and it is no longer a regular diner. Our first choice, the gap with the other 4 old stores is becoming more and more obvious.

Tong Deyan and Babaozhai are notorious for not dealing with each other.

But as for why he didn't deal with it, no one can tell. Maybe he found out that the chef of Babaozhai said bad things about him to his face.

Ling Guangzhao didn't have any bad intentions either. He just heard that the boss behind Taifeng Building had a good background and everyone was in the same business. He asked someone to come over to inquire about the enemy's situation. If you can make friends, make friends. If you can't make friends, don't make many friends. enemy.

"Hello, sir, please turn over, I'm serving food now." Pei Shenghua happened to be sitting at the serving position, and the waiter said softly to him.

"Bamboo shoots mixed with bean curd sticks in red oil, patted cucumbers, shredded potatoes in cold sauce, peanuts in tiger skin, golden pheasant in spring, and wakame in cold salad. Please use it slowly."

"Golden Pheasant Mingchun, this dish is good. The chef of cold dishes in this store is amazing! Where did you get it from?" A chef at the same table sighed. He is the chef of a famous restaurant in Shanghai and a friend of Pei Shenghua. , This time he was pulled over to support the scene.

"I haven't heard of a great cold dish chef quitting recently." Another chef said.

"Master Jiang should have done it himself, that is, Master Jiang from Sichuan." Pei Shenghua guessed.

"Shu land? There is a master surnamed Jiang in Shu land? I remember that only Master Wu in Wu's restaurant is very good. Which restaurant does Master Jiang belong to?" Pei Shenghua's friend asked.

"Wait, you're talking about Master Jiang, right?" Another kitchen responded.

"That's Master Jiang." Pei Shenghua nodded.

"I also know that Master Jiang." A chef who had been addicted to drinking tea put down his teacup.

"Which Master Jiang?" Pei Shenghua's friend was dumbfounded.

"It's that Master Jiang!" The three of them said in unison.

Pei Shenghua's friend:? ? ?

After the three of them explained to their friends who Master Jiang was, Tong Deyan calmly tasted all six cold dishes on the table.

"Tiger skin peanuts are not bad, bamboo shoots are not bad, and the shrimps in Jinji Mingchun are very good." Tong Deyan commented.

"Oh, Lao Tong, why did you eat it? I haven't taken a picture yet!" Pei Shenghua slapped his thigh, regretting it.

Tong Deyan gave him a blank stare and didn't want to talk to him.