Monster Factory

“Why don't they grow chicken hair?” Ye Qing asked all those who came here for the first time, repeatedly asking questions.

Zhi Zhi Zhi Restaurant.

Xu also means chicken in ancient language, but the name is very attractive.

But give Ye Qing another decade, he didn't expect that there would be such a bright, hairless chicken.

“Haha ~”

Ye Qing looked confused and made Xiao Jun very proud to smile. His vanity heart was completely satisfied.

“Because this jar chicken is the biggest sign of the restaurant, there's something different about it. ”

“This rooster was carefully raised in the mountains from a young age until it was about to be slaughtered and placed in a jar and soaked in mysterious sesame oil. ”

“You can soak the chicken's hair off in a day, then pour the sesame oil out and move it here, feeding it only to a fountain of wine for a whole week. ”

“Chickens are ordinary chickens, but the way they are cultivated is unusually cumbersome. ”

Xiao Jun's expression was endless: “I don't know how many times I've eaten the signature dishes in this restaurant, but I'm tired of eating them. ”

Ye Qing couldn't help but pulled out his cell phone and took several pictures of them with no hair on them and sent them to his pocket.

Through the corridor, he walked into the interior of the house. Ye Qing and Xiao Junfu waited 20 minutes before waiting for a seat.

Ye Qing looked around at the Guests at the other table and ordered the signature dishes.

“Two jar chickens, fried seasonal vegetables for two, crab powdered tofu, squirrel laurel, and a bottle of black pebble.” Xiao Junqiao is familiar with the road and doesn't even look at the menu.

“Okay, please wait a moment.” The waiter took note of the menu with a smile.

One altar * * hundred and eighty, this meal is worth about 3,000, which is not expensive, but 3,000 for two people is obviously not cheap. The main feature of this place is the five-star hotel, which is just as good as cattle hair all over the country.

While the chef was preparing the dishes, Xiao Jun mysteriously came over and said that he had finished his meal and took Ye Qing somewhere.

Usually, a business partner is at the table, using this tone, whispering to go somewhere after a meal.

That's usually a good place, and only a man can go.

Unfortunately, Xiao Jun was not such a person. He told Ye Qing that the place to go was related to the difficult problem of asking Ye Qing for help this time.

Originally Xiao Jun was prepared to take the materials to Zhongyun. Now Ye Qing came to Sanghai and went directly to the problem location, naturally more intuitive.

Ten minutes later, two gold-drawn porcelain jars were pushed over by waiters in a dining car.

The porcelain is quite distinctive, divided into two upper and lower layers, the upper layers are small dishes like steamer cages with a smooth, crispy layer of chicken, the bottom layer is milky white, and the chicken bones are added to the rich soup made with several large ingredients.

A fragrance that sparkles the tongue of the population and spreads away from the porcelain.

Xiao Jun swept his lower saliva with his tongue, Ye Qing couldn't help but take a long breath and give a positive nod of praise.

Kumen, the black stone, was also opened. Xiao Jun filled Ye Qing with a glass, saying that the taste of Shikumen wine with Sanghai was best served by eating a jar of chicken.

“Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh look” Ye Qing clamped a piece of crispy chicken into the mouth and bit it down, feeling that it was not chicken at all, but a different flavor of fresh and juicy composition.

It also has a faint nose and a slightly numb tongue.

Both vegetables, and crab powdered tofu, are delicious, but slightly worse than the last one we had in Jinxi.

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 connected. Xiao Jun eats and talks, and seizes the opportunity to ask Ye Qing about some metal materials.

His question was also quite novel, for example, he asked if, since metal could be coated, a layer of metal could be coated on the ground.

And now architectural decoration prefers plaster lines for floral shapes, can you do it with metal lines, silver glitter like automotive chrome-plated bright bars?

Some of the questions raised by Xiao Jun, one of the best architects in the country, were a shock to traditional decoration.

“As long as you don't care about cost, do what you say, there's not much technical problem.” A plate of chicken was eaten by Ye Qing, the plates were removed, and Ye Qing began to taste the soup again.

The chicken soup tastes delicious, and the bones inside are also crisp. Ye Qing accidentally ate a piece of it, and it feels like eating crispy bones.

Bones are brittle, that's bones too.

Ye Qing threw away the bones that had been bitten in half and continued to deceive Xiao Jun. At the same time, he also silently took note of Xiao Jun's ideas.

Needless to say, these ideas can be applied to the Heavy Industries Building.

Just talking...

Ye Qing's eyes slowly moved onto the chicken bone that had been bitten in half.

Ye Qing first became confused and then turned into a good anger to hide.

This meal is for Xiao Jun. Ye Qing naturally needs to leave Xiao Jun some face. Even if you find something, you can't say it right away.

I didn't know the chicken had been eaten before. Now the chicken soup in the porcelain, Ye Qing will definitely not touch it again.

Xiao Jun conceived the joy, did not even notice the subtle expression change on Ye Qing's face. He drank a sip of wine and soup. From time to time, he also drank more soup from the central leaves, saying it was a big complement.

Wait until Xiao Jun is quite satisfied and drink milky white soup. Xiao Jun just noticed that Ye Qing's share of the soup is almost non-existent.

“I also tasted some soup and it tastes good.” Ye Qing chuckled: “I just don't like soup very much on weekdays. ”

“By the way, old Shaw.” After several drinks, Ye Qing changed his name: “How many times have you been to this store? ”

“Not fifty times, but thirty-five times. These chicken soups contain Liaozhen, sea cucumber, and saffron. When people get older, they like to supplement their breath and blood with serum.” Xiao Jun didn't understand Ye Qing very well, "he said with a smile.“ Every time you come here, the signature dish's chicken must be. ”

“It's not necessarily a good thing to make up for it, so don't come to this store again.” Ye Qing feared that Xiao Jun would not accept this result for a moment, but not without telling him the truth.

“Why?”

Xiao Jun sensed a little uneasiness from Ye Qing's words. He put down his glass and chopsticks for a hearing.

After hesitating, Ye Qingcha reached Xiao Jun's ear and told Xiao Jun what he had discovered.

“This... this...” Xiao Jun stunned for half a day and finally returned his soul. The expression on his face quickly changed from red to iron blue: “Waiter! ”

The first time no one answered, Xiao Jun immediately raised the volume and called for a young girl.

“Go get your manager or your boss.” Xiao Jun's voice was cold.

"Sir, is there anything on our side that makes you uncomfortable?" said the young waiter. ”

“Are you asking me to repeat the words again?” Xiao Jun's eyes are already full of anger.

The waiter who touched the grey nose walked away, perhaps feeling that Xiao Jun was a little unreasonable. When she went to call the manager, she still looked back at Xiao Jun frequently.

One minute later, the manager in black arrived.

“This gentleman, I am the manager of Tsukiji Restaurant, how can I help you...”

Xiao Jun stood up and didn't say anything. He held up the porcelain bar and “banged" and fell to the floor.

“Wow.”

Like a manager full of incredible retinas, the porcelain jar splits into countless pieces, and the rest of the soup spills all over the manager.

The loud lobby was frozen, and the diners next to it looked at it with a twisted face.

No one expected the little old man, who looked quite literary, to be as fierce as a tough as a tough woman, to fall off a plate without a sign.