"I want to see what Zhang Dashun's two cooks have done! Go ahead and order some dishes and bring them back for me to try." Hong said angrily.
The restaurant steward said in embarrassment: "Master, Dashunzhai does not take out any food now. If you want to eat, you have to go to his store to order."
"No takeout? If the restaurant doesn't take out, wouldn't it lose a big chunk of its income?"
"Sir, his restaurant is about to close down, but he still cares about whether there is takeout? His restaurant is already satisfied if the restaurant is full!"
Hong Baotou had no choice but to go there in person.
Hong Shengde and Dashunzhai are opposite doors. When you exit Hongshengde and cross the street, you will find Dashunzhai.
As soon as Mr. Hong stepped into the threshold of Dashunzhai, he immediately heard the loud greeting from the shop assistant: "Hong, Mr. Tou, come to support us~!"
At this time, Dashun Zhai was still full, and there were four or five people waiting for seats at the counter at the door. Zhang Dashun was chatting with those people.
The waiter's voice made most of the diners in the lobby on the first floor turn their attention to the door. Who in Qinghe County doesn't know that Hong Shaotou opened a Hong Shengde restaurant, which almost squeezed Dashunzhai to death.
Hong Captou felt the hustle and bustle in the store, the waiters coming and going, and the steaming meals on every table, and he immediately felt jealous.
Although his Hong Shengde was lively, it was not to this extent. I wonder which chef the old man Zhang Dashun invited, but he turned his back on him.
Zhang Dashun did not come out to welcome him, he just stood at the counter and bowed his hands towards Mr. Hong: "It's really disappointing that Mr. Hong came to support me. But it's a pity that there is no place in the store, so please wait a moment."
"It doesn't matter, I'll wait for a while." Although the two families were in a competitive relationship, there was no quarrel on the surface. After Zhang Dashun said politely, he ignored him and continued to talk to the guests waiting for their seats. chat.
Standing at the door of the store, Mr. Hong felt extremely embarrassed. Whenever someone looked at him, they seemed to be saying: Look, isn't that Hong Shengde's boss, Mr. Hong? Is he here to learn from Dashunzhai?
Moreover, Hong Shaotou felt that every diner sitting in Dashun Zhai seemed to be silently laughing at his own Hong Shengde, so that he stood at the door and felt as if he was being tortured.
"Zhang Dashun, this old man, actually humiliated me like this!" Mr. Hong gritted his teeth, but he still endured it.
After a while, an empty seat finally appeared. Hong Captou was about to walk over, but was stopped by Zhang Dashun.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Hong. The few people around me came here first. They should sit at this table first."
Zhang Dashun was talking about the diners who had been standing at the counter.
The restaurant is full, and if there are diners waiting, there is nothing wrong with the first-come, first-served basis. So Hong Baotou couldn't let it out even if he was angry. He forced a smile on his face and said, "That's natural. I'll wait."
It was already close to Youshi, the meal was about to begin, and the diners who came to Dashunzhai to eat actually formed a long queue at the door.
At this time, Hong Shengde didn't have a single customer, but it was definitely not full, let alone so popular.
Mr. Hong waited for a while, and finally an empty table appeared on the second floor. The waiter led Mr. Hong to the second floor.
"I wonder what Mr. Hong wants to eat?"
Mr. Hong turned his head to look, pointed at the dishes on the table next to him and said, "Give me something exactly like theirs."
The store clerk smiled and said: "Hong Captou, our dishes are not take-out. If you can't eat them, you can't take them away either."
If it were any other restaurant with such bullshit rules, Mr. Hong would have flipped the table and left, and the worst he could do would not eat. But Dashunzhai couldn't do it. He had to taste these dishes with his own mouth before he could figure out why Dashunzhai suddenly became popular again.
"It doesn't matter. Even if you can't eat it, I won't take it away. Just serve me the dishes on this table."
The diners at the table next to them ordered five or six dishes, which almost filled the table. Hong Captou didn't wait too long, and the dishes were served one after another.
"One portion of wild fox meat, one portion of tripe and lungs, one portion of minced chicken kidneys and kidneys, and one portion of drunken clam meat."
The waiter laid out the dishes one by one: "Hong, please take your time."
Hong Captou asked for neither wine nor rice. The purpose of coming here was to try it and see why Dashun Zhai became so popular all of a sudden. It must be that the dishes have changed by leaps and bounds.
He picked up a piece of wild fox meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth to taste.
The taste of fox meat is actually average and too spicy. If not handled properly, the taste will be unbearable. This dish often requires a large amount of green onions to reduce the smell.
But the plate of wild fox meat in front of Mr. Hong didn't have much green onion in it. After taking a bite of the meat, he felt the fishy taste and almost vomited it out.
Is this the secret behind why Dashunzhai is so full of customers? Everyone would rather line up in front of the restaurant just to eat this fishy smell?
Hong Captou forced himself to swallow the piece of meat and turned to look at the diners at the table next to him. The plate of wild fox meat on their table had almost been eaten, and judging from the expressions of these diners, it was clear that it was extremely delicious.
Mr. Hong thought for a while, put the plate of wild fox meat aside, and stretched his chopsticks towards the drunken clam meat.
Drunken mussel meat is made by removing the meat from fresh river mussels, removing the internal organs, smashing the remaining meat with a mallet, and then marinating it with wine. This dish does not taste fishy as the mussel meat has been soaked by the wine. Covered by spiciness.
Hong Baotou was more thoughtful, so he only took a small piece and put it on the tip of his tongue to feel it. Fortunately, it didn't look like wild fox meat, it was just average drunken clam meat.
Apart from the smell of alcohol, it just tastes like normal clam meat, nothing else.
But this dish is far inferior to Hong Shengde's. The dish at Dashunzhai is made by a chef and has a unique taste. However, this dish from Dashunzhai is clearly made by an ordinary cook and is of no standard. Word.
The same goes for the minced chicken belly lungs and loin kidneys. If every table had this taste, it would be impossible to attract so many diners.
After a second thought, Hong realized that Zhang Dashun must have specifically told the chef that the food for him must be different from the food for others.
He was so angry that he slapped the table and stood up: "Check out!"
The waiter appeared immediately: "The four dishes cost three coins in total."
Mr. Hong took out a broken piece of silver from his waist and slapped it on the table: "No need to look for it!" He said and strode away.
This time I came to Dashunzhai to explore the bottom, but I didn't find it. Instead, I was teased. Hong was embarrassed and angry, but he couldn't get angry.
The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, so he turned back, picked up his chopsticks, went to the table next to him, picked up a piece of wild fox meat and threw it into his mouth.
Several diners were startled by Mr. Hong, but they did not dare to say anything. They watched Mr. Hong walking downstairs laughing.
