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Chapter 423 Partnership!

"It's so delicious, so bright and fresh that one sip can make you swallow your tongue." After taking a sip, Mrs. Zhang said with shining eyes.

"Of course, the ingredients used in this soup are all genuine good stuff. If you want to buy any of them at the supply and marketing cooperative, you will have to queue for a month." Zhang Shenfei was very proud. "You are an old lady who is lucky to have a good grandson like me. Other old ladies, such as the deaf old lady in the backyard, are not as lucky as you are?"

This is to take all the credit for herself. Grandma Zhang didn't care that she had something delicious to drink. She drank the remaining soup in the bowl in one gulp and looked at Zhang Shenfei and asked, "This soup tastes really good. Was it made by Sha Zhu?"

Although since Zhang Shenfei became capable, he often took his family out to eat meat, and the family also ate at many restaurants.

But in the old lady's opinion, Sha Zhu is the best cook in the whole city.

Besides, although the little grandson is no longer working in the steel rolling mill, he has a very good relationship with Sha Zhu. The two of them are sworn brothers and are known as the Five Little Gentlemen of the Siheyuan. If Sha Zhu has something delicious, it is only natural for him to bring a portion for his grandson.

Unexpectedly, after hearing her words, Zhang Shenfei retorted: "Old lady, you guessed wrong this time."

"You guessed wrong? This soup wasn't made by Sha Zhu?" The old lady was very surprised. "This is not something that people cook at home. If it's not a professional chef, it can't be made at all..."

After saying that, he drank the remaining half mouthful of soup at the bottom of the bowl and tasted it.

Yes, restaurant taste!!!
Zhang Shenfei smiled: "Look at what you said. I only said that it was not made by Sha Zhu, but I didn't say it was not made by a professional chef. Do you think your grandson only knows Sha Zhu, a professional chef?"

If that's the case, then the old lady in their family really underestimated him! !

After all, he is the head of a factory. It is not a big deal for him to know a few cooks.

The old lady hated her grandson's chatterbox the most. Seeing him chattering again, she put down her bowl and pulled out the shiny brass pipe from her waist.

“Ah, ah, ah…” Zhang Shenfei was anxious, holding his head with his hands very skillfully, “No, this soup was made by Master Nan Yinan, the chef of our peeler factory.”

"Master Nan?" This surname is a bit rare. The old lady thought about it as if she had heard of it before.

"That one, the Yaheju that was once famous in our Sijiu City, which is now the Xiangyanghong Restaurant, is the property of Master Nan's family." Zhang Shenfei reminded the old lady when he saw that she couldn't remember.

"Oh!" The old lady suddenly realized, "Then Master Nan must be a good cook. This inheritance is even better than Sha Zhu's family.

In 1937, your grandfather made a fortune and took me to Yaheju Restaurant. The food there was so delicious!!! I am drooling just thinking about it now."

The profession of chef is particularly particular about inheritance, because good chefs all have unique skills that they never pass on to others.

Even if he accepted apprentices and had them serve him by serving him tea, water and chamber pots, he would not teach them his unique skills.

Who should he give it to? Of course, someone who is his blood relative.

Not to mention others, like Sha Zhu and his father, the He family’s cuisine is inherited from the Tan family.

Tan's cuisine is an imperial cuisine, and the ingredients used are all the finest dragon liver and phoenix marrow. How can ordinary people get these ingredients? ?

By He Daqing's generation, they made a living by selling buns on the street. Although he worked in a steel rolling mill after liberation, he usually cooked big pot meals and occasionally stir-fried dishes. The most he had were chicken, duck, fish and meat. There were no rare ingredients at all.

It can be said that He Daqing himself had never cooked Tan family dishes many times, and when it came to Sha Zhu, he might not have cooked it even once.

However, when these two people go out, they still arrogantly shout that they are descendants of Tan family cuisine and can cook Tan family cuisine.

What is the basis? It is the inheritance of their family. If someone says they can cook Tan's cuisine, outsiders may not believe it.

But if they both say they will, most people are still willing to give them a chance.

After all, even if they have never tried it before, they know how to cook each dish of the Tan family cuisine, what temperature to use for cooking, and what secret seasonings to add.

same,
Ya He Ju was well-known in the city before, so Nanyi must be able to make Ya He Ju’s signature dishes with ease.

Zhang Shenfei had no intention of reminiscing about the past with the old lady. After heating up the soup, he served it to the eight-immortals table in the room himself.

"Zao'er, I promised Shazhu that I would have dinner with me tonight, so I won't be eating at home.

Go to the alley entrance and buy some pork-filled biscuits, pick up some pickled vegetables from the jar, and eat this soup with grandma."

On the kang behind the screen, Tian Xiaozao had just finished feeding Zhang Weiguo. She came out while buttoning her clothes and said, "Just go out and have a drink by yourself. Don't worry about us. I will definitely take good care of the old lady. But you should drink less, so you don't get a headache when you wake up tomorrow."

"Hey, don't worry, I know my limits." Zhang Shenfei took off his apron and put it on the table. "I'll go into the room to get close to my son and then I'll leave."

"No, I just coaxed that brat to sleep, don't wake him up again." Tian Xiaozao hurriedly stopped him.

I don’t know who Zhang Weiguo takes after, but he sleeps very lightly. He wakes up at the slightest noise. After waking up, he starts to get angry. It is very difficult to get him to fall asleep again.

Tian Xiaozao had previously consulted their old lady and Tang Danniu about this issue.

Tang Danniu said that none of her ten sons were like this. Each one of them was very easy to serve. They would eat when they were fed and sleep when they were given sleep. Raising them was like raising piglets, very worry-free.

Grandma Zhang curled her lips and told her that Zhang Weiguo was 100% like Zhang Shenfei. The kid had been like this since he was young, and he was often beaten by his mother because of this when he was a child.

Ah, this...

Hearing that the root of his son's bad habits had turned to him again, Zhang Shenfei touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Well, I'll go to Shazhu's house first. I think he has already prepared the meal..."

After saying that, he turned around and left home.

After passing through the moon gate connecting the front yard and the middle yard, you can see Jia Zhang sitting at the door of the Jia family sewing shoe soles.

Seeing him appear, Jia Zhang immediately waved with a smile: "Da Fei, Da Fei, come here quickly. Auntie just made a pair of autumn shoes for you. Come and try them to see if they fit. If not, Auntie will modify them for you?"

As Jia Zhang spoke, she took out a pair of brand new black cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles from the Proli beside her.

Back then, Zhang Shenfei helped her come up with an idea and let her take over Dongxu's job and become a glorious worker in the steel rolling mill. She then vowed to be responsible for Zhang Shenfei's shoes for the rest of her life.

During the past ten years, he made three to four pairs of shoes for Zhang Shenfei every year. Although Zhang Shenfei's position was getting higher and higher, and nowadays, people of Zhang Shenfei's status wore big-toed leather shoes, Zhang Shenfei himself still wore the shoes she made every day.

This is an honor for Jia Zhangshi, and also a sign that Zhang Shenfei has not forgotten his roots. It also represents the deep class relationship between her and Zhang Shenfei. After all, Zhang Shenfei has only worn shoes made by her for ten years! ! Happy! !

Zhang Shunfei walked over and took the shoes from Zhang Cuihua's hand, looked at them carefully, compared them with the shoes on his feet, and finally took off one shoe to try it on, and jumped twice.

"Hey, it's still so comfortable!!! Aunt Zhang asked me who makes the best shoes among all the people I know, it's definitely you!!!" Zhang Shenfei gave a thumbs up, "This is because our country doesn't allow people to open their own stores now, otherwise I would have to open a shoe store with you. I'll pay and you'll work, and we'll split the profits 50-50!!!

With your craftsmanship, the money we earn should be packed into sacks, right? ? ? ! ! "

"Really? Are the shoes made by auntie really that good?" Jia Zhang's eyes lit up.

"Of course, I have never worn more comfortable shoes than the ones you make." After all, Zhang Shenfei got four pairs of shoes for free a year and was happy to praise Jia Zhang a few more words, not to mention that the shoes were really well made.

Jia Zhang's eyes dimmed: "But Bang Geng doesn't like the shoes I make... He said that this kind of shoes is too old-fashioned. Now all the classmates in his class wear Jiefang shoes. Those who are better off even wear white sneakers..."

A few days ago, Qin Huairu beat up Banggou because he insisted on buying him white sneakers. In the end, both parties agreed that if Banggou could rank in the top ten in the grade, she would buy him a pair.

In the end, Banggeng pouted and went to school dissatisfiedly while wearing the cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles that she made for him.

This matter was not a big deal, but it made Jia Zhang very disappointed. She always felt that her only skill seemed to be out of date and she had been run over by the wheel of the times.

But now, Zhang Shenfei's words made her regain her confidence.

“Is there really anyone willing to spend money to buy shoes made by an auntie?”

There is a reason why he said this. Nowadays, people who wear cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles basically have them made by their own elders, and they don't buy them.

The department store sells leather shoes, yellow rubber shoes, and white sneakers, but it does not sell cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.

"Look at what you said. You will know in the future. What is more delicious is home-cooked food or old cloth shoes. Sooner or later, people will get tired of those leather shoes and white sneakers, and turn to pursue the cloth shoes you make."

As Zhang Shenfei spoke, he put on the new pair of shoes and held the old shoes in his hands.

"Hey! If that time comes, I'll open a store with you. We don't have to split it 50-50. You can give me 40%. No, 30% will do!!!"

Jia Zhang was so happy that her teeth were visible but her eyes were not.

After having fun with Jia Zhang, Zhang Shenfei turned around and went to Sha Zhu's house. He knocked on the door and heard a voice from inside: "Is it Da Fei? No, is it Second Uncle? The door is not locked, just come in."

Zhang Shenfei pushed open the old wooden door, and after a creaking sound, he walked in.

The He family's meal of more than 8,000 yuan has been used to serve food, including shredded pork with fish flavor, twice-cooked pork, mapo tofu, and stir-fried vegetables with dried tofu.

There is a bottle of Xifeng liquor on the table, which is not cheap.

Zhang Shenfei asked, "Is Xu Damao coming tonight too?"

"Of course I did. I told you that tonight is a private party between my second uncle and I. You were so shameless that you pestered me to come. You were afraid that I wouldn't agree, so you threw a bottle of wine here. You're going to the bathroom now and will be back soon." Sha Zhu cursed and started to put the dishes on the table.

Zhang Shenfei did not comment. He just made an appointment with Sha Zhu to eat and drink together, either two or three people would do.

As soon as the bowls, chopsticks and wine glasses were placed on the table, Xu Damao walked in: "Brother Dafei, I heard from Shazhu that you made a bucket of delicious soup, so I came here specially to taste it."

Before he finished speaking, the person had already arrived in front of the eight-immortals table. Xu Damao took out another oil-paper bag from his pocket and opened it.

"Fermented red bean peanuts? Hey, you're really thoughtful. You can get such a good thing." After saying that, Sha Zhu picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, chewing it vigorously.

In recent years, peanuts have become a scarce commodity and a special supply for festivals. Ordinary people cannot buy them on ordinary days even if they have money.

Xu Damao broke out in a cold sweat, "When has a man ever been in trouble? I'm such an open-minded person... You idiot, you still don't want me to come over for dinner. It's all in vain that I gave you these peanuts."

After Xu Damao started complaining, Sha Zhu was not willing to be outdone and started to retort. The two of them exchanged sharp words, and it was very lively.

As they were arguing, Sha Zhu suddenly sniffed: "What smells so good?"

Xu Damao swallowed his saliva: "It smells so good! It smells so good! Brother Dafei, what's in your rice bucket? Why does it smell so good?"

The taste of twice-cooked pork and fish-flavored pork shreds is strong, right? ? ? Maybe it is almost overwhelmed by this smell.

Seeing that the two men were both hungry, Zhang Shenfei picked up the spoon on the table and served a bowl of soup to each of them.

"I won't tell you yet. You two can drink the soup and see if you can tell what's in it..."

"Hey," Sha Zhu was immediately happy, "Xu Damao, how about we compete to see who can guess the most ingredients?"

Xu Damao rolled his eyes silently at him: "How dare you, a cook, compare yourself with me in this matter? How shameless!"

Sha Zhu shrugged, but didn't force it. He sipped a small mouthful of the boiling hot soup from the edge of the bowl: "I used the old hen soup to make the soup, and added dried cuttlefish... shiitake mushrooms, hericium erinaceus, bamboo fungus..."

He named several ingredients in a row, and Xu Damao suddenly became anxious. If Sha Zhu said it out, what else would he say after that? ? ? ?
He picked up the bowl and took a big sip, almost scalding himself. He smacked his lips and tasted it for a long time, but couldn't tell what it was. In the end, he could only say, "It tastes good. It's really good. The soup is thick and fresh. It tastes as good as it can be. But if you ask me what's in this soup, I can only taste the flavor of chicken soup."

In fact, it’s not that I can’t taste the complex aromas in the soup, it’s just that I can’t guess what the ingredients are.

While he was stirring the remaining soup in the bowl with a spoon, hoping that it would cool down faster, he pouted at Sha Zhu: "Sha Zhu, you have a dog's nose, how can you grow so many things?"

"Do dogs drink soup with their noses?" Sha Zhu said angrily, "We chefs can taste what ingredients are used. This is called basic skills!!! I have received professional training. Do you think I can say "it tastes good" like you just by showing my big teeth?"

After saying that, he simply took another bowl, tossed the soup in the bowl back and forth to cool it down, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Finally, he wiped his lips and concluded: "I have said it before, this old guy Nan Yi must be hiding something. Just look at the soup he made, it is much better than his usual level."

"This soup was made by Nan Yi?" Xu Damao said as he stirred the soup, "So what I said was right, right? Silly Zhu, Nan Yi's cooking skills are indeed better than yours."

When Sha Zhu heard his words, his eyebrows immediately raised.

(End of this chapter)