Uncle Zong ran home panting.
Seeing him like this, Old Man Wen said with disgust, "Xiao Zong, you're not too young, you have to take it easy."
Uncle Zong: "Commander, I, I saw tender grass..."
Mr. Wen's eyes widened, and he quickly pulled Uncle Zong back: "Where did you see the tender grass? You made it clear to me."
Uncle Zong gasped for a while before he calmed down: "Commander, I saw Tender Grass when I was visiting my friend in the hospital just now, and then I found out where she works!"
Mr. Wen's eyes brightened: "where? You say it quickly."
If you return to that unfilial descendant, he only knew the matter of the object through the mouths of others, and asked him to bring the tender grass back to him to see, but he actually said that he had to ask the other party's opinion!
He entered the laboratory during this time, and was so busy that he didn't have time to eat. When he asked about the tender grass, he didn't know when he would wait.
Uncle Zong: "It should be a state-run hotel in the south of the city. The commander, the young grass girl is really amazing. She became the manager of the hotel at a young age!"
Old Man Wen shook his beard and said arrogantly, "The food made by the young grass girl is so delicious, isn't it right to be a restaurant manager?"
That is his future granddaughter-in-law, can she be awesome
Uncle Zong: "Commander, do you want to go to the restaurant? I'll go with you then."
Old Man Wen glanced at him, and shook his head like a rattle: "No, you can't go over, Miss Tender Grass has seen your appearance, won't she recognize you as soon as you pass?"
Uncle Zong: "Commander, do you still want to cover up in the past?"
Old Man Wen took it for granted: "Rugui doesn't tell me that stinky boy, I won't tell him, I want to secretly get to know Tengcao!"
Uncle Zong was struck by lightning: "..."
In this way, wouldn't he be able to eat what the young grass girl made
Although Tong Mianmian's high fever has subsided, but his spirit is languid and he looks very pitiful.
After Tong Xuelv sent her home, she asked Tong Jiaming and Tong Jiaxin to take good care of her, and went to talk to Shen Wanrong next door before returning to work in the hotel.
After going to the hotel, she held a meeting for everyone as usual, and then asked everyone to speak enthusiastically, and you can put forward any opinions.
Guo Weiping and Meng Qingqing were both boring gourds, shaking their heads and expressing no opinion.
Guo Chunyu raised his hand and said, "Manager Tong, many customers report that the portion of Mala Tang is not enough. If you arrive a little later, you won't be able to get the queue number. Should we increase the portion?"
"No, just follow the current amount, and come earlier if you're afraid you won't be able to eat it."
Tong Xuelu glanced at her and felt that if the economy was liberated in the future, Guo Chunyu should be a good businessman.
They are now taking dead wages, and the restaurant turnover has gone up, but they are still taking that wage, so why are they so tired
This is also the biggest drawback of the collective economy. Many people no longer want to make progress after completing the target.
As for how to make money next, Tong Xuelu already has a plan in mind, but it is not yet time.
"Let's make some meatballs today."
The weight doesn't increase, but the variety can be increased. If you go back and forth with those few things, you will get tired of eating them sooner or later.
After the meeting, Tong Xuelv took Guo Weiping to go shopping.
The beef of this era is very cheap compared to its descendants, and the price of a pound is similar to that of pork.
Tong Xuelu bought some beef and fish, and also some pork, and was going to make beef balls, fish balls and pork balls.
Guo Weiping asked in surprise when she saw her buying beef, "Manager Tong, do we buy so much beef shank to make beef balls?"
Tong Xuelu nodded: "You shouldn't have eaten it, right? The beef balls are ready. Actually, they are better than fish balls. You will find out later."
Guo Weiping remembered the meals she usually cooks, and couldn't help swallowing, thinking to himself, as long as it's something made by Manager Tong, there's nothing bad.
Back at the restaurant, Tong Xuelv started making beef balls.
Now that the weather is getting colder every day, it can be stored for an extra day.
Making beef balls is a physical labor, shaving the fascia and degreasing, and pounding the beef into meat puree.
The process of beating the mashed meat was very physically exhausting, and Tong Xuelv asked everyone to take turns.
After the mashed meat is ready, add water, starch and other seasonings, then stir and knead until the mashed meat produces bubbles to form meatballs.
The meatballs should be placed in warm water to set shape before they can be cooked in a pot. Although hand-made meatballs are tiring, they are more fragrant and chewier than machine-made ones.
After making the beef balls, start making the fish balls.
The practice of fish balls is similar, the key is to chop them into fish paste.
After the beef balls and fish balls were ready, Meng Qingqing and the three were allowed to try a few.
The beef balls are chewy and crispy in taste. When you bite into them, the strong beef flavor is full of fragrance.
In this era, many people are still not used to eating beef. Some people think that the taste of beef is too fishy, but beef balls don't feel fishy at all.
On the contrary, the more I eat, the more enjoyable it becomes, and I want to eat another one after eating one.
Compared with beef balls, fish balls are less elastic, but the surface of fish balls is tender and smooth, which is completely different from beef balls.
Several people ate with bright eyes and full of praise.
Guo Chunyu: "Manager Tong, I think it will be sold out in just two days!"
Tong Xuelu originally wanted to make pork balls, but after making beef balls and fish balls, several people's hands were sore, so they had to give up and save the pork for other things.
At eleven o'clock, the guests came to the door.
Tong Xuelu usually didn't pay attention to the guests, but today she glanced at the guests, and then noticed the one standing in the first place.
The guest was in his sixties. Although he looked quite young, he was in good spirits.
His eyes were full of energy, and he didn't have the hunched back of the old man. He stood there with a straight back, which was very noticeable.
The old man's dress is also better than the average person, his hair is smooth and smooth, and he is very obedient, and he can't see a hair curling up.
Tong Xuelu glanced at it and felt that this old man must have been a handsome guy when he was young, and he was also a handsome guy with a sassy bag.
The old man came first, got a number one card, and could directly order and eat.
The old man came over, looked at her and said, "Lesbian, are you a waiter at this hotel? Why haven't you seen your master?"
Tong Xue said greenly: "I'm not a waiter, I'm the manager of this hotel, taking care of the master. Does the old man have anything to do with me?"
The old man shook his beard when he heard the words: "It's okay, I just heard that the food in this restaurant is delicious, so I want to see which master cooks it? I didn't expect you, lesbian, to be so good at such a young age. It's really terrifying!"
To be honest, the old man's face was a little serious, especially those sharp eyes, Tong Xuelv thought he would be a very unsmiling person, but he didn't expect him to be so approachable.
She smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment. Would you like Mala Tang? We are launching new beef balls and fish balls today. I dare say that this beef ball is the only one in Beijing!"
The old man's eyes suddenly lit up like the stars in the sky: "Yes, take all of them, and take another one back."
As he spoke, he took out two lunch boxes from a bag like a conjuration.
Tong Xuelu felt that he should be a foodie, and smiled and put something into the red soup to cook: "Old man, can you eat spicy food?"
The old man frowned suddenly: "It's a little spicy, but the old man, it sounds like I'm very old. I can be your grandpa at my age. You can call me Grandpa Wen in the future."
Tong Xuelu: "..."
Is it not old to be called grandpa
Also, he has the same surname as Wen Rugui. This discovery made Tong Xuelv's impression of him even better.
Seeing that she didn't call anyone, Mr. Wen blinked and said, "Lesbian, I heard that your surname is Tong. Which Tong or a fairy tale is it?"
Tong Xuelu shook his head: "No, it's the Tong in the winter next to the single person."
Old Man Wen stroked his beard: "So it is."
The Mala Tang was quickly cooked, and Tong Xuelu asked Meng Qingqing to bring it in.
Seeing this, Mr. Wen had to go in reluctantly.
After that, the guests kept coming to the door, and Mr. Wen had no chance to come and talk.
Tong Xuelu asked Guo Weiping to try to cook Mala Tang.
In fact, there is no skill in cooking Mala Tang, as long as you master the time well.
Guo Weiping has been watching it for a few days. He has an idea of how long everything needs to be cooked, but he has not practiced it, so he is a little worried about it.
Tong Xuelu guided him by the side, and reminded him when he saw that the food was almost cooked.
As expected, many people were afraid to try beef balls at first, for fear that it would be too fishy and not tasty.
But for foodies, there is nothing to fear, the most fearful thing is delicious food.
When they saw new products in the restaurant, they were the first to try it.
I don't know if I didn't try it, I almost ate my tongue when I tried it.
The teeth are chewy and full of fragrance.
It was so delicious!
The foodies ordered another one all of a sudden, and others saw that they were eating so deliciously, and they also ordered another one.
Soon today's portion was sold out, and latecomers could only sigh again.
**
Tong Xuelu asked for leave after noon and went back, and Guo Weiping was in charge of the evening meal.
There is a sick child at home, she is really worried.
Sure enough, as soon as I got home, I heard Tong Mianmian crying.
"Uuuu... Second brother, Mianmian wants mother."
"Mianmian, will my second brother give you some candy?"
"No, Mianmian wants mom and dad, second brother, Mianmian misses mom and dad, they haven't come back to see Mianmian for a long time, don't they want Mianmian anymore?"
Tong Jiaming didn't answer this time.
Tong Xuelv stood at the door with a sour heart.
She opened the curtain and walked in: "Who is crying? Could it be Mianmian, the most obedient and obedient in our family?"
Tong Mianmian saw her sister, her mouth flattened into a line: "sister, it's Mianmian crying, Mianmian misses her parents, woo woo..."
Tong Xuelv walked over and picked her up, reached out and probed her forehead, which was still a little hot.
"Mom and dad have gone to work far away. Mianmian now eats and wears all the food and clothes that mom and dad earn from their part-time jobs."
Tong Mianmian's big eyes were full of tears, and the tears fell in the blink of an eye: "then why don't parents work part-time?"
Tong Xuelu: "Of course not. If we don't work, we'll have nothing to eat. Mianmian is so good, he definitely won't do things that make adults embarrassed, right?"
The little dumpling blinked and wept softly.
The little guy is usually very well-behaved, except that he was silent when he saw her on the first day, and then slowly became cheerful.
Who would have thought that she never let go of her parents in her heart.
The little guy is still like this, Tong Jiaming and Tong Jia must be even more confident in their confidence, but no one said it.
Pretend not to be sad, pretend that it doesn't matter.
Tong Xuelu thought, her nose was even more sore.
Tong Mianmian cried for a while, and finally fell asleep again due to lack of energy, but she slept very unsteadily, and would wake up crying from time to time.
Tong Xuelu cooked her some fish porridge for fear that she would not have an appetite at night.
That night, the atmosphere in the Tong family was very dull, and even Tong Jiaxin, who usually likes to be funny, didn't say much.
Military compound.
Uncle Zong has been waiting at the door, waiting until his legs are numb, and finally the commander is back.
He rushed out to meet him: "Commander, have you seen the tender grass girl?"
Mr. Wen handed him the bag in his hand: "of course, that child is good-looking, dignified, good in temperament and ability, and cooking is more delicious."
In short, everywhere is fine, and the more he looks at it, the more satisfied he is.
Uncle Zong nodded in approval: "Young grass girl is really very good, no wonder Rugui is tempted. By the way, Commander, what did you bring me back?"
Old man Wen stared: "what did you bring, this is my dinner tonight!"
Uncle Zong was wronged: "..."
Commander, don't bring such stinginess!
You said it was brought to me, why did it become your dinner again
The next day, Tong Mianmian's fever finally subsided, and a smile appeared on the little guy's face again.
Tong Xuelu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Tong Jiaming and Tong Jiaxin originally wanted to ask for leave today, but Tong Xuelu didn't allow it, so they went to school, and then handed Tong Mianmian to the Wei family next door.
She plans to make more beef balls and fish balls today, and then buy some to give back to the Wei family as a thank you gift.
As the weather gets colder day by day, the restaurant's Mala Tang is becoming more and more popular.
Think about such a cold day, eat a spicy and refreshing dish, drink a soup, you can immediately warm up.
And spending less money and eating a wider variety of meat and vegetables is too tempting for many people.
In the past, some people were reluctant to spend money to eat at a restaurant, but now they can't stand the temptation and come to eat after getting paid.
Among these guests, Tong Xuelv remembered the old man who came that day.
The old man came here almost every one or two days, and was always the first in line. Every time he packed two lunch boxes, and every time he ordered food, he would nag her a few words.
Tong Xuelv wondered if he was a lonely old man and was too lonely at home, so he came to the restaurant to chat with her.
With two more autumn rains, it will soon be the end of the month.
Tong Xuelv went to the Ministry of Commerce for a meeting again.
This time, she didn't go empty-handed like last time.
She brought a summary report prepared in advance, as well as a score announcement form.
The last time Tong Xuelu walked into the conference hall, everyone looked at her with strange and contemptuous eyes.
But this time, everyone's eyes were different.
At that time, everyone thought that she could not bring the restaurant back to life within a month, and they all thought that she was bragging and talking in her sleep.
Unexpectedly, this little girl, who was less than nineteen years old, took less than half a month to bring the restaurant back to life, and it was very prosperous.
Now when people in Beijing mention state-run restaurants, the first thing people think of is the restaurant under her command, especially the Mala Tang she made.
It is that many people here have secretly eaten it, and it is really delicious.
Seeing Tong Xuelu walk in with her head held high, some people feel shameless, some people admire it, and some people feel dissatisfied.
Tong Xuelu changed her indifferent look before, as long as someone looked at her, she would nod and say hello to him.
Everyone sees that she doesn't have any pride, and their impression of her can't help but get better.
"Comrade Tong, how do you make your Mala Tang? Now people in the whole Beijing are discussing your Mala Tang!"
"Yeah, my daughter-in-law took the child to eat once, and she came back full of praise!"
"Comrade Tong is really better than blue, I admire him!"
Tong Xuelu smiled and said, "Everyone has won the prize. This Mala Tang is actually a special snack from other provinces, but the seasonings are made by myself. I don't usually have any hobbies. I just like to tinker with some food."
"I remember, Comrade Tong is still taking care of the master of the hotel, right?"
Tong Xuelv nodded: "yes, the master of our hotel broke his hand, so I will replace it during this time."
Someone was unconvinced and said: "Master needs to be verified. How can Comrade Tong take the position of master without verification?"
Tong Xuelv turned to look at the man who was speaking: "Comrade Chairman said that without investigation, there is no right to speak. Before this comrade speaks in the future, please investigate carefully, otherwise it will be easy to make jokes!"
"I not only have a master certificate, but also a first-class certificate."
The master's certificate is divided into three levels: first-level, second-level and third-level, but basically no one will hire a third-level master. There are only a handful of first-level masters in Beijing, and ordinary hotels can only invite second-level masters. master.
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked on the spot.
First-class master certificate!
This is too arrogant, right
What did this little girl eat to grow up, why is she so powerful at such a young age
To be a manager of a restaurant before the age of nineteen, and to get the certificate of a first-class master, it is indeed a formidable future!
Some people who looked down on women before suddenly felt embarrassed. Sure enough, Comrade Chairman was right, women can hold up half the sky.
I can't look down on women anymore!
The yin and yang man was blushing just now, and he turned his head away and didn't dare to make a sound.
Everyone talked for a while, and soon the leader came over.
After Minister Lin published his summary, he remembered the one-month appointment: "Is Manager Tong from the Chengnan Hotel here?"
Tong Xuelv stood up: "Hello, Minister Lin."
Minister Lin: "Comrade Tong, congratulations, you passed the test, and you did it better than I thought!"
To be honest, Minister Lin didn't believe it when he heard her saying that the restaurant could be resumed in a month.
Unexpectedly, this lesbian took everyone by surprise. It only took half a month to bring the restaurant back to life, and the restaurant became prosperous throughout Beijing.
The Mala Tang in their restaurant, he heard people around him mention it almost every day.
Tong Xuelu said neither humble nor arrogant: "Thank you, Minister Lin, this is still Minister Lin's good leadership. If Minister Lin didn't trust me with all his heart, I would not dare to let go and fight!"
When Minister Lin heard this, he felt so relieved.
Yes, she was able to do so well because he was a good leader.
Then Tong Xuelu submitted the completed summary report together with the result announcement form.
Minister Lin rolled over at random, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He has received a lot of summary reports before, some of which are just like shit, forget it, and write in a confused way.
But Tong Xuelv handed in this, which is clearly organized and recorded neatly in a table, making it clear at a glance.
Yes, Comrade Tong is a really good lesbian!
This work ability completely exceeds that of many gay men.
Minister Lin's impression of Tong Xuelu got better and better.
After the meeting, some restaurant managers secretly went to Minister Lin's place and suggested to him that Tong Xuelv should contribute the Mala Tang formula so that other restaurants could benefit from it.
Minister Lin didn't say good or bad, just let them go back and wait for news.
**
base.
This day, Zhou Yan came back from the outside, and he couldn't help it.
Huang Qimin couldn't stand his snarky appearance, and asked him, "Zhou Laxi, what are you making a fuss about this early in the morning?"
Zhou Yan swiped at him with a punch: "Yellow dog egg, if you call me Zhou Laxi again, I can't stop with you!"
Huang Qimin smiled and said, "Who told you to talk without words? What good things have happened to you, and you laughed so hard that your mouth was almost grinning to the bottom of your ears!"
Zhou Yan took out a small photo of a human head from the pocket of his jacket, looked at the photo and said with a smile: "My partner has sent me a photo, and I can see her face every day from now on!"
Seeing this, Huang Qimin curled his lips: "I thought it was something, I already have a photo of my partner."
Wen Rugui, who was beside him, blinked his eyelashes and said nothing.
He didn't, he lost.
Zhou Yan immediately found out that something was wrong with Wen Rugui, and laughed awkwardly: "Rugui, did your partner give you a photo?"
Wen Rugui: "No."
"Hahaha, I knew you didn't." Zhou Yan smiled very flatly.
Huang Qimin also felt puffed up at the side.
Finally, there is one who has won over Wen Rugui.
This lunch, Wen Rugui was more silent than usual.
As soon as he went to work in the afternoon, he went to the dean's office.
Dean Zhuang Zhenghui saw him come to ask for leave, and looked up at him: "Do you want to ask for leave to go back to see your partner?"
Wen Rugui's ears turned slightly red: "Well."
President Zhuang said with a smile: "I was worried that you would be a bachelor for the rest of my life, but now it seems that this worry is unnecessary."
Wen Rugui didn't say anything, but thinking of Tong Xuelu in his heart, tenderness slowly overflowed from his eyes.
The whole person looked a little more smokey than before.
Seeing this, Dean Zhuang laughed even more happily.
It's nice to have one less bachelor at the base.
Wen Rugui thought of giving Tong Xuelu a surprise, so she didn't call back.
In fact, if you want to make a call, you don't know where to call. Tong's house does not have a telephone, nor does the restaurant.
At noon the next day, Mr. Wen came to the restaurant for dinner again.
Maybe because of the rain, few people came to the restaurant for dinner today.
It was so cold outside that one's teeth were chattering, and Mr. Wen ate a hot soup one at a time, eating very comfortably.
After eating, he suddenly sighed heavily.
His eyes floated in the direction where Tong Xuelv was sitting, and seeing that Tong Xuelv didn't look over, he sighed again.
That sigh was louder than a cow's bark, and Tong Xuelu couldn't even hear it.
After so many days, Tong Xuelu was familiar with the old man, so he walked over and asked, "Old man, what's wrong with you?"
Old Man Wen sighed again and shook his head: "My descendants are not filial, my heart is bitter!"
Tong Xuelu: "..."
Mr. Wen: "My son is a stick, and my grandson is also a stick. They leave me as a lonely old man at home. I usually don't know who to talk to when I want to talk to someone!"
Tong Xuelu thought to herself, and it really did: "What about your daughter-in-law? Is she also a club?"
Mr. Wen frowned: "she's not even as good as a club! Let me tell you, my grandson made a deal with me. I asked him to bring it back to me to see, but he didn't want to!"
Tong Xuelu looked at the old man shaking his head and sighing, and felt that he was pitiful.
Sons, daughters-in-law and grandsons are all sticks, which is too bad, right
Tong Xuelu: "Would you like to have a good communication with your grandson?"
Mr. Wen: "I have communicated with everyone who can communicate. My grandson doesn't even call grandpa anymore. Comrade Tong, can you call me grandpa to satisfy my grandfather's heart?"
At this moment, a low and warm voice came from outside the door: "Grandpa."
Tong Xuelu's heart moved, and she looked up to see Wen Rugui standing at the door: "Rugui, why did you come back?"
Mr. Wen: "..."