Master Wang quickly gave up his seat to Song Lihai. When he saw this dish that Song Lihai poured from the bottle, he almost laughed out loud. However, he did not dare to laugh because this was the person brought by Ye Xuelin.
Unexpectedly, Song Lihai fried this dish very carefully. He looked at Master Wang and said, "Master Wang, I need authentic peanut oil, is there any?"
Master Wang was startled, but quickly said: "Yes."
After Master Wang finished speaking, he bent down and took out the peanut oil from the cabinet below, and took a special look at Song Lihai, wondering what kind of tricks this guy was playing.
But after Song Lihai opened the cap of the oil bottle and sniffed it carefully, Master Wang was really dissatisfied and mocked: "This is special oil. Stop smelling it. You haven't even eaten it."
Only then did Song Lihai know that this hotel, which didn't look particularly impressive, was actually an internal hotel of the Provincial Party Committee, but it was independent of the Provincial Party Committee. All the specially supplied oil was for Used by senior leaders for cooking.
And this Master Wang was probably an ancient jade chef or something like that. Even though he was mocking himself like this, Song Lihai still responded with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Master Wang."
Master Wang ignored Song Lihai, gave a loud "hum", and turned around to talk to someone else.
Song Lihai poured the special peanut oil into the pot, without omitting any seasonings, and fried a plate of pickles authentically. After holding the plate, he said thank you to Master Wang. Then he quickly left the kitchen.
By the time Song Lihai returned to the private room, Hao Qingmei had probably finished talking about Lin Haitao's case. When he saw him coming in, everyone turned their attention to him.
Song Lihai looked a little nervous and said anxiously: "I, is there black charcoal on my face?"
With that said, Song Lihai put down the plate of fried pickles and wiped his already handsome face vigorously, making everyone except him laugh.
Only then did Song Lihai realize that it wasn't that there was something wrong with his face, but that Hao Qingmei must have praised him again.
As for the plate of local vegetables that Song Lihai fried, Secretary Lu Xiangdong and the old secretary simultaneously stretched out their chopsticks to pick up one and threw it into their mouths.
"It's delicious, it's delicious, it's the taste of my childhood, the taste of the countryside." Secretary Lu Xiangdong and the old secretary said the same thing at the same time.
At this time, Ye Xuelin and Hao Qingmei also quickly stretched out their chopsticks to pick one up, and threw it into their mouths like the two big leaders. Not to mention, it really tasted like they were children.
"How did you do it?" Hao Qingmei asked Song Lihai with a smile.
Such pickled beans and peppers are sold in Yinhai Market. It’s just that it’s so difficult to taste the same as when I was a kid.
"I use peanut oil commonly used in rural areas. I heat the pot to red, then pour in the peanut oil. The peanut oil also needs to be heated to a high temperature, and then I add pickled beans and chili to fry."
"There is no need to use any seasonings. The main reason is that Aunt Wu's pickles are good. She is a delicate and serious person." Song Lihai quickly explained, giving the credit to Wu Changsheng's mother.
In fact, Song Lihai knew very well that when he cooked this dish, he was very serious about it. What he fears in everything is seriousness. Even when cooking, the dishes cooked carefully will be much more delicious.
The same is true for work. If you don't take your work seriously, it will be harder to achieve results than to reach the sky.
There are too many people in China. Thousands of people are crowded into one activity. For people without any background or support, most of the time they strive for strength and seriousness. There is no way.
"The little guy works hard, and what comes out of his hard work is different."
"And you, little guy, have extraordinary courage and extraordinary wit."
"How do you know that there are forces behind the scenes that keep robbing Lin Haitao's family?" The old secretary looked at Song Lihai kindly and asked.
Obviously, the old leader was pulling Song Lihai again, and he just wanted to give Song Lihai an excellent opportunity to perform.
As soon as the old secretary finished speaking, Secretary Lu Xiangdong's eyes fell on Song Lihai again. At the same time, he pointed to the seat opposite and motioned for him to sit down.
Song Lihai did not sit down, but poured himself a glass of wine. He walked to Secretary Lu Xiangdong, looked at the feudal official and said: "Secretary Lu, the first glass of wine is supposed to be to honor the old secretary. He is the oldest, but I had a drink with the old secretary once."
"Today is the first time I see you, who I thought I would never see in real life. I have seen you many times on TV and in newspapers. When you are so gentle in person, I can't believe my eyes."
"Secretary Lu, because of your gentleness, I dare to say more words. This first glass of wine must be a toast to you. I'll drink it, you can do whatever you want."
"After I finish this glass of wine, can I answer the old secretary's question?"
When Song Lihai said this, he raised his head and drank a glass of wine.
Secretary Lu Xiangdong actually imitated the young man's behavior. He raised his head and drank a glass of wine.
Not only the old secretary was surprised, but also Hao Qingmei, who was sitting next to Lu Xiangdong. When she reported Lin Haitao's case to the provincial party secretary, she intentionally highlighted Song Lihai's talents, but she didn't expect Lu Xiangdong. It will drain a glass of wine.
This gave Song Lihai a huge face. As the boss of a province, he always tasted the best wine offered by others. Unexpectedly, Lu Xiangdong drank one glass.
Ye Xuelin said at this time: "My apprentice is so proud of this glass of wine. The secretary will accompany you to drink."
"Master, I must have benefited from you to make Secretary Lu so happy that he drank a glass of wine."
"You little guy has such a sweet mouth. You coaxed everyone in the room to speak for you. Please give me a serious explanation of the old leader's problem." After Lu Xiangdong finished his drink, he motioned for Song Lihai to return. Let’s talk about the old secretary’s problem.
Song Lihai quickly returned to his seat and glanced at the old secretary. His eyes were full of encouragement.
Song Lihai became even bolder, so he looked directly at Lu Xiangdong and said, "Secretary Lu, I'm so young. If I say something wrong, please forgive me for the sake of my youth and ignorance."
When Lu Xiangdong heard what Song Lihai said, he laughed and replied: "You little guy will find a way out for you. Go ahead and tell me everything you know."
Seeing that Lu Xiangdong was obviously very concerned about Lin Haitao's case, Song Lihai said boldly: "Secretary Lu, Lin Haitao's case is not a small one in the province."
"He has a lot of treasures hidden in his house. I have seen them. These can be handed over to the national treasury. However, his case involves drug trafficking. It is not only involved in gangs, but also involves connections in the province."
"Secretary Lu, although I have no evidence, my connections in the province must be quite significant."
When Song Lihai said this, he paused, but did not move his eyes away from Lu Xiangdong's face. He was looking at the expression of the provincial party secretary.
