Siheyuan: Rebirth of a comfortable life starts with Shazhu

In early winter, people sweat while eating a meal. I guess this is why everyone likes this dish.

Even Xu Shengli ate one more palm-sized pancake than usual to enjoy the spicy flavor.

It’s so clean that you can even see the bottom of the pot.

Everyone's mouth was hissing from the spicy food and their faces were flushed.

Actually, back then, because chili peppers, especially the chili peppers used to make pickled fish, were not yet popular across the country, most people were more sensitive to chili peppers than later generations.

The Chinese people's anti-allergic constitution also comes from this. It is because of their greed that most people are not allergic to anything.

"Hiss... This meal is so delicious, and my whole body feels refreshed. I should have brought two lunch boxes with me earlier.

...Hiss, if I add some water to heat up this soup when I get home, I can eat a few more bowls of rice.

I don't know how the chef thought of this dish. "Jiu'er wiped the sweat from her head and saw that others were taking lunch boxes to pack up the bottom of the pot. Only then did she realize that she had miscalculated.

Nowadays, except for professional chefs, ordinary people, especially housewives, only know whether the dishes in restaurants are delicious or not, but they cannot cook them if asked to do so.

On the one hand, there is no such ubiquitous teaching method as in later generations, and on the other hand, people are afraid of the trouble of preparing various condiments.

"Hiss... If you want to eat it, I'll bring you here next time." Xu Damao also promised Jiuer with his sexy red lips.

"It's only ten dollars. You're willing to spend that." Jiuer is a person who lives a daily life after all. It doesn't matter if she has a meal occasionally, but she can't bear to come here to eat regularly.

These days, if you bring your own drinks to a restaurant, your fish tickets, meal tickets, etc. will be deducted, and you really can't spend much else.

Basically, except for a few individual restaurants, such as Lao Mo and Quanjude, the profits of new products in other restaurants are calculated and cannot be arbitrarily priced.

In the past period of public-private partnership, most of the already mature dishes were priced according to the prices set by private owners.

For example, the Sichuan cuisine at Emei Tavern has the same old dishes but the same prices as before.

But if it is a new dish, the cost will be deducted and then a profit of no more than 30% will be added.

This is why the third senior brother told He Yuzhu that they wanted to make it more popular.

There are no rules and regulations for this, but basically all restaurants do it this way now.

The Xu family came to the restaurant early, after all, they didn't have to work overtime. When they came out, there were still seven or eight people queuing outside.

Xu Damao said proudly: "See? Fortunately, we lined up early, otherwise, we don't know when we can eat."

"That's not necessarily true. Some people don't even have to queue." Jiuer sang a different tune again.

She was not talking nonsense. There was a group of more than ten people who bypassed the main entrance and went in through the side door.

It's obvious that he took the back door.

"Oh my god, is there anyone in Beijing who dares to do this? I have to write a letter to their leaders to criticize them..." Xu Damao also became angry.

Speaking of writing a letter, it is not nonsense. As long as Xu Damao is willing to write it, the hotel leaders will definitely criticize the supervisor of Sichuan cuisine, and they may even post an apology letter.

But Xu Damao didn't finish his words and quickly walked up to him.

He ran quickly with small steps, smiled before speaking, and bent down subconsciously. Anyway, when Xu Shengli saw his father's appearance, he hid behind Jiuer. It was really embarrassing.

"Director He, Director He..." Xu Damao called out in a low voice.

He Yuzhu, who was surrounded by the crowd, looked back and couldn't help but laugh. He waved at Xu Damao and said with a smile: "How come you have time to come here?"

After saying this, He Yuzhu turned to the people next to him and said, "I'll chat for a while, you go in first, I have arranged everything." The young people in the quality inspection department also had good sense. The key point was that it was already around 7:30 and everyone was really hungry.

Xu Damao smiled and said, "Didn't you hear that there is a delicious dish here that ordinary people can afford? So I brought my family over to try it."

He Yuzhu naturally knew what Xu Damao was talking about, but he kept the matter secret from the beginning.

Even Ma Hua was advised not to say that he was the one who invented the dish.

Literati can have various hobbies, just like Mr. Dongpo, who invented Dongpo pork and other dishes, which have been passed down through the ages.

But for people in the workplace, it is best not to have these hobbies, unless you have great self-control and the power to do whatever you want.

Otherwise, this kind of hobby will be a loophole in the eyes of others.

Another thing is that He Yuzhu didn’t become famous because of this, so other than Dr. Xiao’s hospital cafeteria, other places didn’t know that this dish was made by He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu greeted everyone from the Xu family who came over, touched Xu Shengli's head and said with a smile: "I heard from Yuanyuan that you have been working hard to lose weight recently, young man.

I need to take care of my health, and of course, I can't fall behind in my studies.

Your grandparents and your parents will be counting on you to bring honor to the family in the future."

Xu Shengli is actually very familiar with He Yuzhu. When he was a child, He Yuzhu often hugged him.

But Xu Shengli didn't know what was going on. He became restrained when he saw He Yuzhu today.

Xu Shengli's face was flushed, and he looked at He Yuzhu with excitement, but he didn't know why.

However, Xu Shengli now understood why his father looked like that just now. It seemed that the aura of He Yuzhu and the tiredness on his face made ordinary people behave like Xu Damao when they met him.

The little guy doesn't quite understand the principle that "the higher the position, the more arrogant one becomes."

But Xu Fugui was also a man who had seen the world. Now when facing He Yuzhu, he could only smile and didn't even know what to say.

He Yuzhu greeted everyone, chatted for a while, and then said goodbye.

This is normal. Although he said that he had made arrangements just now, his subordinates would definitely not dare to pick up their chopsticks if he didn't go in.

After He Yuzhu left, Xu Fugui relaxed completely. He sighed and said, "Why am I more nervous when I see Zhuzi than when I see our director?

They spoke in a gentle and kind voice and treated me with respect, and I felt..."

"Majesty..." Xu Damao summed it up.

"Yes, yes, that's majesty." Xu Fugui also echoed.

“Normal. I heard that He Yuzhu is in charge of at least dozens of factories now.

No matter whether it is a factory with hundreds or thousands of employees, he doesn't give any face at all.

I heard from our factory leader that He Yuzhu could kick a factory out of their TV industry chain with just one word.

It's useless for anyone to plead for mercy." Xu Damao also said with a sympathetic look on his face.

The emotion in his heart was that he felt a little sad about the gap between him and He Yuzhu.

There is nothing else. (End of this chapter)