Reborn My 1993

Chapter 389 A Bowl of Fork Noodles
Zhang Yiming's call was naturally to Lao Du of Qinhang.

The last time an agreement was reached between the two of them, now is the time to come in handy, so there is no need to use it in vain.

Lao Du fully agreed to the task entrusted by Zhang Yiming, and promised that he would give Zhang Yiming a message the day after tomorrow at the latest.

Zhang Yiming believed what Lao Du said.

Lao Du runs a piano shop, and there must be a lot of contacts in the circle. The most important thing is that since Lao Du has something for him, he will definitely take care of it when he does it, and he can find a reliable one for He Yin. A truly qualified music theory teacher.

After finishing this matter, Zhang Yiming realized that he was a little hungry.

I took a look at the menu in the coffee shop, and there were items that could fill my stomach, but it was either cake or pasta. Zhang Yiming really lost his appetite, so he paid the bill and left the coffee shop.

Strange to say, Zhang Yiming walked outside the door to order steak without knowing it.

The location of the coffee shop is between Dianke Steakhouse and Xiwan Haocheng. When Zhang Yiming walked to Dianke Steakhouse, he actually walked in the opposite direction from Xiwan Haocheng.

But if you come, you will be safe, and Zhang Yiming entered the steak shop.

"Sir, are you here? I haven't seen you here for a long time! What do you want to eat today?"

Seeing Zhang Yiming, the waiter smiled happily.

The tip of 50 yuan last time was the first and largest tip the waiter had received since he started this job, so when he saw Zhang Yiming, the waiter felt a little grateful in his joy, even though it was still a polite greeting, But a little more close.

"What did your boss eat today?"

Hearing Zhang Yiming's words, the waiter burst out laughing.

"Sir, you think our steakhouse is a Northeast restaurant, and you order Northeast dishes every time you come."

Hearing the waiter's ridicule, Zhang Yiming smiled and said nothing.

Although he lived in Dongwan for 20 years in his previous life, his stomach has always been from the Northeast, and his favorite food is also from the Northeast, especially in this reborn life.

"Our boss has already eaten, how about I go and ask you if there is any spare?"

"Forget it, just cook me a bowl of noodles, thank you."

Zhang Yiming also knew that his request was too much. The waiter was right in making fun of it. This place was originally a western food restaurant. Every time he came here, he had to beg for food from the boss, which was really not good.

"Sir, our boss told you to wait a moment. This is the top-quality Biluochun. The boss said that you should drink the tea first, and it will be cooked later."

Zhang Yiming was slightly surprised.

This western food restaurant does not serve tea, and the steaming pot of Biluochun in front of him can be seen as the owner's private product.

Who the hell is this boss? He is too caring and caring towards customers.

But after thinking about it, Zhang Yiming still poured a cup of tea by himself.

Before the tea was tasted, Zhang Yiming smelled a quiet fragrance. Biluochun is a famous tea, especially Dongting Biluochun, which is divided into five grades according to its quality and taste.

Zhang Yiming likes to taste tea. Among the many teas, he likes green tea the most, and among the green teas, Biluochun and Longjing are his favorites. Therefore, even if the tea in the cup has not been drunk, Zhang Yiming can judge the grade of the tea, at least It is a special level two, and the people who make tea know tea very well. Many people think that making tea is nothing more than boiling water and pouring it into a teapot, but it is not the case.

Different water, different heat, and different techniques make different teas.

While drinking tea, Zhang Yiming guessed the situation of the shop owner in his mind.

Judging by this delicate thought and cooking technique, it is likely to be a woman, but Shen An, it is not easy for a woman to support a store, maybe it is because she is a daughter that she avoids it. Don't see it!
"Sir, your face is fine."

When the pot of tea bottomed out, the waiter just happened to bring the noodles.

"This is a fork (a special cornmeal snack in the north)?"

Zhang Yiming looked at the round surface of Huang Chengcheng's fingers in the bowl and asked.

"I don't know what kind of noodles it is. The boss made it. By the way, there is also a bowl of soup. I'll bring it over."

Looking at the steaming fork in the bowl, Zhang Yiming felt the urge to shed tears with sore eyes.

When he was young, his favorite food was the fork. After all, his family was poor when he was young, and there were very few good things he could eat. He drank corn paste until he was three or four years old. When he was older, his mother cooked fork for him to eat. The taste is better, and a poached egg will be laid in it, but later, when my mother started her own small business, she didn't make this thing for him again.

Zhang Yiming picked up the chopsticks and put one of them in his mouth, the taste was almost the same as he remembered.

"Sir, this is the seaweed egg drop soup made by the boss."

The waiter quickly brought over the soup, saying it was seaweed and egg drop soup, but there were dried sea rainbows, senbei and dried shrimps in it, which can be said to be a high-quality egg drop soup.

Zhang Yiming almost ate up a large bowl of forks in one gulp. In the end, he even drank the egg drop soup.

After this meal, Zhang Yiming's belly was round and his heart was full and warm.

"Beauty, this is the meal fee, you take it."

Zhang Yiming took out another 50 yuan and put it on the table.

In his opinion, such a meal is much more enjoyable than eating delicacies from mountains and seas.

"Sir, no, our boss said that this money cannot be accepted. You are fellow villagers. It is fate to meet you in other places. It is normal for fellow villagers to invite fellow villagers to have a light meal. If you insist on paying, it will hurt the feelings of fellow villagers. .”

The waiter returned the money to Zhang Yiming, while chatting.

I don't know whether she processed the words or what, in short, Zhang Yiming didn't think it was something this mysterious and low-key boss would say.

"Then tell your boss for me, I thank him for his kindness, and I will definitely take care of his business in the future. Also, this fork is delicious."

Zhang Yiming didn't refuse any more, put the money back into his wallet, looked thoughtfully towards the back kitchen, and went out to order steak.

"Boss, he's gone."

Seeing Zhang Yiming leave, the waiter walked outside the door of the back kitchen and said through the curtain.

"Next time, don't talk so much."

"Oh, I see!"

The waiter nodded and said yes, she had an instinctive awe of her boss.

I said it was awe rather than fear, because the boss treated her very well, even when her brother was beaten and hospitalized, all the medical expenses were paid by the boss for her, and she was working in the store , not only pays more than the average waiter, but also provides board and lodging, but the reason why she is still afraid of the boss is because the boss is a person who rarely talks, and she has never seen the smile of the boss. There is always only one expression, that is frosty.

After turning around and leaving the back kitchen, the waiter couldn't help looking out at the dim night through the window, as if looking for Zhang Yiming's back, because she felt that Zhang Yiming's appearance seemed to warm the boss to some extent.

(End of this chapter)