"Why don't they grow feathers?" Ye Qing asked all the people who came here for the first time, and they would ask the repeated questions.
To the Pheasant Restaurant.
Pheasant also means chicken in the ancient language, and the name is very appropriate.
But give Ye Qing another ten years, and he can't think of it. There will be such a shiny chicken without long feathers.
"Haha ~"
Ye Qing looked confused, making Xiao Jun smile very proud, and his vanity was completely satisfied.
"Because this kind of jar chicken is the biggest signature of this restaurant, it naturally has to be different."
"This kind of rooster is carefully raised on the mountain from childhood. When it grows up and is about to be slaughtered, it is put into the jar and soaked in the secret sesame oil."
"You can soak the feathers in a day, and then pour out the sesame oil and move here. For a whole week, you only feed the spring water mixed with wine."
"The chicken is an ordinary chicken, but the way to raise it is extremely cumbersome."
Xiao Jun has an expression of endless aftertaste: "The signature dish in this restaurant, I don't know how many times I have eaten it, but I can't get tired of it."
Ye Qing couldn't help it. He took out his mobile phone and took several photos of the featherless ones, and then sent them to Doudou.
Through the corridor and into the interior of the restaurant, Ye Qing and Xiao Jun waited for twenty minutes before they got a seat.
Ye Qing looked around at the guests at the other tables, and they all ordered the signature dishes.
"Two jar chickens, two seasonal vegetable stir-fry, crab powder tofu, squirrel mandarin fish, and a bottle of black mark Shikumen." Xiao Jun is familiar with the road, and he doesn't look at the menu.
"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter smiled and wrote down the menu.
A jar chicken costs eight hundred and eighty yuan. This meal is worth about three thousand yuan. It's not expensive, but two people eat three thousand yuan. It's obviously not cheap. The most important thing is that this place has characteristics. No matter how good the five-star hotel is, there are many places all over the country.
Taking advantage of the time when the chef was preparing the dishes, Xiao Jun came over mysteriously and said that after dinner, he would take Ye Qing to a place.
Generally speaking, a business partner at the dinner table, with this tone, whispers to go to a certain place after dinner.
It was usually a good place, and a place that only men could go.
Unfortunately, Xiao Jun was not that kind of person. He told Ye Qing that the place he was going to was related to the problem he was asking Ye Qing for help with this time.
Originally, Xiao Jun had planned to bring the materials to Zhongyun, but now that Ye Qing had come to Shanghai, it was naturally more intuitive to go directly to the source of the problem.
Ten minutes later, two golden porcelain jars were brought over by a waiter in a dining cart.
The shape of the porcelain jar was quite unique. It was divided into two layers. The upper layer was a small dish like a steamer basket. A layer of crispy and tender baked chicken meat was neatly arranged inside. The lower layer was milky white soup made from chicken bones and several kinds of nutritious ingredients.
An aroma that made people salivate and their taste buds blossomed from the porcelain jar.
Xiao Jun used his tongue to swipe at his saliva, while Ye Qing couldn't help but take in a deep breath, nodding his head in approval.
The door of the black stone warehouse was also opened. Xiao Jun filled a glass for Ye Qing and said that eating jar chicken with Shang Hai's Shikumen wine was the most delicious.
"Oh ~ Look at you with a little braid. I thought you usually drink coffee and smoke cigars in the style of Shanghai." Ye Qing picked up a piece of crispy chicken meat and put it into his mouth. He bit it and felt that it was not chicken meat at all, but a different flavor composed of fresh and juicy.
There was also a touch of wine in it, and a kind of numbing fragrance that made people feel a little numb in the tongue.
Two seasonal vegetables, and crab meat tofu were also delicious, but they were not as good as the vegetables tasted in Jinxi last time.
After a few glasses of wine, Xiao Jun's words gradually increased.
The industrial base often determines the height of the building. The two are interconnected. Xiao Jun chatted while eating, seizing the opportunity to ask Ye Qing about some metal materials.
His questions were also quite novel. For example, he asked if metal could be coated, could a layer of metal be coated on the ground?
And now the architectural decoration likes to use plaster lines to make flower shapes. Could it be done with metal lines, like the chrome bars of cars?
As expected of one of the leading architects in the country, the questions that Xiao Jun raised were all a shock to the field of traditional decoration.
"As long as you don't care about the cost and do what you said, there is not much technical problem." A plate of chicken meat was eaten by Ye Qing, removed the small plate, and Ye Qing began to taste the soup again.
The chicken soup was delicious, and the bones inside were equally crisp. Ye Qing accidentally ate a piece and felt like eating a crisp bone.
No matter how crisp the bone is, it is still a bone.
Ye Qing threw away the bone that was bitten in half and continued to solve Xiao Jun's doubts. While he was silently remembering the ideas proposed by Xiao Jun.
Needless to say, these ideas can be applied to the Monster Heavy Industries Building.
Just chatting and chatting …
Ye Qing's gaze slowly moved to the chicken bone that was bitten in half.
Ye Qing was puzzled at first, then it turned into well-hidden anger.
This meal was Xiao Jun's treat, so Ye Qing naturally had to leave some face for Xiao Jun. Even if he found out something, he couldn't immediately show his face to others.
Ye Qing wouldn't touch the chicken soup in the porcelain jar now that he didn't know that the chicken had been eaten.
Xiao Jun was so immersed in his imagination that he didn't notice the subtle changes in Ye Qing's expression at all. He drank mouthful after mouthful of soup, and from time to time, he asked Ye Qing to drink more soup, saying that it was very nutritious.
When Xiao Jun was quite satisfied and almost finished drinking the milky white soup. Only then did Xiao Jun notice that Ye Qing's soup almost didn't decrease at all.
"I also tasted a few mouthfuls of the soup. It tastes very good." Ye Qing smiled. "It's just that I don't usually like to drink soup."
"Oh right, Old Xiao." After drinking a few cups of wine, Ye Qing's way of addressing him also changed. "How many times have you eaten in this restaurant?"
"If not fifty times, then at least thirty-five times. This chicken soup has ginseng, sea cucumber, and safflower. When people get older, they like to nourish their blood and Qi. " Xiao Jun didn't quite understand Ye Qing's meaning. He smiled and said, "Every time I come, I definitely order the signature dish, Jar Chicken."
"Nourishing more isn't necessarily a good thing. You shouldn't come to this restaurant in the future." Ye Qing was afraid that Xiao Jun wouldn't be able to accept this result, but he couldn't not tell him the truth.
"Why?"
Xiao Jun detected a trace of unease from Ye Qing's words. He put down his wine cup and chopsticks and listened attentively.
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Qing moved to Xiao Jun's ear and told him the truth he discovered.
"This … this … this …" Xiao Jun was stunned for a long time before he finally recovered. His face quickly turned from red to ashen. "Waiter!"
No one answered for the first time, and Xiao Jun immediately raised the volume and called a young girl.
"Go and call your manager or boss." Xiao Jun's voice was cold.
The young waiter said with a smile, "Sir, may I ask, is the service on our side, is there anything that makes you feel dissatisfied?"
"Do you want me to repeat the words again?" Xiao Jun's eyes were full of anger.
The waiter who touched the nose left bitterly. Perhaps she felt that Xiao Jun was somewhat unreasonable. When she went to call the manager, she still frequently looked back at Xiao Jun.
A minute later, the manager in a black uniform came.
"This gentleman, I am the manager of the restaurant. What can I do for you …"
Xiao Jun stood up and said nothing. He directly picked up the porcelain jar and slammed it on the ground.
"Kuang Hua ~"
The porcelain jar, like the manager's incredible retina, cracked into countless pieces, and the remaining soup splashed on the manager.
The noisy hall suddenly solidified, and the diners who ate next to him turned their heads one by one, and their expressions were frozen and looked at this side.
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