Song Tan's Notes

The hotel's buffet really covered a wide range. The three young men carried their plates and chose from the food, remembering Lu Chuan's instructions to "take a small amount to taste first" and took the first bite of the custard bun.

Qiao Qiao's face fell silently.

Chen Chi didn't eat the food from the Song family every day, so he looked at him:
"I didn't take this. You don't want to eat it. I want to eat it."

So the custard buns business was taken over by him.

Yang Zhengxin had already started to adapt to his summer camp in advance, and at this moment, he tasted the Shengjian with an especially strong belief——

Well, the hotel’s catering is indeed of high standard.

But it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality!

He put on a mask of pain and ate it silently.

At the same time, I silently edited the circle of friends I would post later:
[After eating the fried buns at the hotel, you are no longer Xiao Yang from Qiao Qiao Farm. You cannot touch the farm's delicacies at all. If you do, those delicacies will appear more and more in your dreams, and you will be miserable...]

Oh my! It's me, Xiao Yang!
Literary and artistic!

Thinking of this, after taking a few more photos of the fried buns in front of me, they didn’t seem so hard to swallow anymore.

But after tasting these, the three of them no longer had any expectations for the dazzling buffet, and after silently walking around twice, they gave up.

Let's wait for the hotel to deliver breakfast later.

White porridge with pickles, tea eggs, rice dumplings and buns, you can always feel full.

But it’s so hot today that we can’t take these things to the amusement park - the high temperature is enough to make the rice balls go bad in half a day.

So Lu Chuan comforted them: "Just think of it as a taste of the park's specialty staple food."

Yang Zhengxin looked at Qiao Qiao and said, "It's good that you don't go to college. Otherwise, you will have to live on campus and eat in the cafeteria every day..."

He had obviously learned about the quality of the university cafeteria through the Internet, and at this moment he put on a mask of pain in advance: "You will drop out of school and fail to graduate! You will definitely do it!"

Qiao Qiao was proud: "Teacher Xin said that although my knowledge reserve is not as good as that of college students, my practical ability and self-discipline are better than those of college students."

"I heard that college graduates can't even run 800 meters. I can run!"

The three of them were happily chatting there, talking at cross purposes. Lu Chuan looked at Song Tan who was busy and hiding in a corner of the balcony, and really wanted to say, why not take out the bouquet and put it in a vase!

He had already guessed that Song Tan had probably brought a bunch of flowers from home.

but……

It's rare that his girlfriend takes her birthday so seriously, so he should cooperate.

……

Song Tan took a lot of effort to hide the pot of rose buds behind the curtains.

The blue petals are very light, yet very bright.

The blue color of roses is usually inseparable from purple, but if the rose she carefully nurtured were placed in the gardening world, it would probably cause a big uproar.

Because this blue looks like both blue snowflakes and sky blue cedar.

Simple but gorgeous.

This is a blue rose color that has never appeared before, and it is so breathtakingly blue. Layers of spiritual energy are stimulating and wrapping it, and it is constantly being experimented and trimmed...

Song Tan vaguely remembered that the last time he worked so hard was when he was cultivating rice in the world of immortal cultivation!

Looking down at the rose buds about to bloom, she also appreciated her own efforts.

As for the vague sight behind me...Ah! It's not important!

As long as Lu Chuan doesn't rush over and open the curtains, the secret will be hidden well.

They were looking forward to breakfast in their room. In the hotel kitchen, several young chefs gathered around a small casserole that was bubbling and bubbling in front of them. The spoons were stirring the porridge gently. Everyone held their breath, as if if they blew one more breath, the porridge in the pot would burst out.

Someone was on the phone: "Master! Master, please come quickly! The porridge will be ready soon, and we will serve it to you..."

For a buffet, of course the chef doesn’t need to prepare it himself. It’s all cooked in a big pot by other chefs.

Therefore, whether it is the head chef or the senior chefs, they are all still sleeping soundly at home.

Suddenly I heard the apprentices and employees making such a commotion, all because of a bowl of porridge, so naturally it made no sense.

but……

The apprentice emphasized: "This porridge is really different! This rice is especially different!"

Those who can work here are apprentices who have seen good things. Since this has to be emphasized, the chefs cursed but finally came over quickly.

The morning in Beicheng was really crowded, and the breakfast had already been served when they arrived. When the apprentice saw them coming in, he hurriedly led them to an unwashed clay pot, then pointed at the remaining rice grains on it and said:
"Master, do you smell it?"

Masters:...

As a cook, is there anything you can’t try in the kitchen?

At this moment, everyone picked up the casserole, sniffed it carefully, and then used a spoon to gently scrape the rice grains on it to taste it, and then their eyes lit up!
"You said on the phone that these were ingredients that the customers brought themselves?"

OK!

The apprentice nodded: "The room manager brought it over. He said that they stayed in a 3600 suite, but they had to bring their own rice, flour, eggs, buns, rice dumplings, etc...."

This contrast was so bizarre that everyone laughed for a while.

[On the quirks of rich people]

Now I understand that it is not a quirk of rich people, but the frog in the well of poor people.

The apprentice said in frustration: "Such good ingredients, our hotel also has stars, how come we have never had them? Does it have to be of Michelin grade?"

Are you kidding? It’s not like they haven’t eaten at Michelin restaurants before!

The chef was not happy: "These must be some in-house ingredients - why don't you call the manager and ask if it's convenient for me to meet the customer in person?"

It’s not too much for the head chef to chat with the guests, right?

When the housekeeping manager came to serve the food, he was so attracted by the smell of the food that he almost fell over. Now he still can't forget about this ingredient.

Even if the chef didn't say it, she would have made it happen.

So he immediately replied:
"It just so happens that they need to make a birthday cake in the evening. They bring their own ingredients, and use our hotel's for any extras that are not prepared."

"I'll ask them about their schedule for today. If they have time, it would be best if we could meet and chat before making the cake."

So that the cake can be made more to your liking!
A group of people eagerly awaited her reply, but after more than ten minutes, the room manager sighed sadly:

"The guest said she wanted to spend the whole day in the park. Let's see when the children are willing to come back. As for the cake, her idea is definitely not as thoughtful and creative as the chef's. Let the chef have free rein..."

The whole kitchen was filled with groans.

The chef perked up: "If you want to make a top-notch cake, you have to be familiar with the characteristics of each food. It should be reasonable for me to taste this ingredient before cooking it, right?"

He urged the room manager: "Hurry! Communicate with the customer!"

Room Manager: ...

She warned, "Communication is communication, but don't cheat!"

Let me emphasize again: "We have surveillance!" (End of this chapter)