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The old Jijiu accepted Song Xiaodao's invitation from the good side, and stayed at the food stall for lunch.

This shocked the stall owner and servants.

The stall owner got Song Xiaodao's order and sent them several other dishes.

The servant was sent back to the restaurant by the old Jijiu to send a letter, telling the three masters of the Chen family to have dinner first without waiting for him.

There was an extra stranger to eat together, the monkey and the bamboo pole were very uncomfortable.

They have always been rude when eating, but when they met Lao Jijiu, an old man with a bit of a fairy spirit, they didn't dare to make mistakes. .

Song Xiaodao was not as cautious as his brothers, but was very curious about the identity of this old gentleman.

This old gentleman can travel in a carriage, and just now he ordered his servants to go back and postpone the dinner for the three masters of the Chen family, which shows that his status is not bad.

Song Xiaodao thought to himself that if the old man liked tofu, he would not have to come to sell it when the servant went back and told the story just now, and the Deyun Restaurant could come to talk about the supply by itself?

Thinking of this, Song Xiaodao was very happy.

"Is this the first time for the old man to eat tofu?" Song Xiaodao talked to the old Jijiu.

The old Jijiu shook his head and said with a smile: "It's the second time.

The first time I ate it was not braised in soy sauce, but fried tofu. It was eaten with onion and salt water. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with an excellent flavor. "

"Oh, it turns out that the old man has already tasted the taste of tofu.

In fact, there are many ways to make this tofu. The old man can ask the cook to make it differently next time. "Song Xiaodao said casually.

The old Jijiu was interested, and asked Song Xiaodao about other ways to make tofu.

Song Xiaodao explained the methods he learned from Yangmei one by one, and made Lao Jijiu so greedy.

"I didn't expect a small tofu to have so many flower heads!"

Song Xiaodao echoed with a smile: "Isn't it? Mrs. Ma who made this tofu said that just one ingredient like tofu can make a whole table of tofu feast.

This tofu is delicious and not expensive, but there are still many people who haven't tasted it.

In this tofu business, I want to earn money on the one hand, and on the other hand, I also hope that the delicacy of tofu can enter thousands of households! "

"Aunt Ma?" The old Jijiu really focused on the key points, ignoring the bold words behind Song Xiaodao, and a figure quickly flashed in his mind.

He suddenly remembered, isn't this tofu made by the lady Ma who sells mooncake recipes?

"Does the old man know Mrs. Ma?" Song Xiaodao was a little suspicious.

The old Jijiu stroked his beard and nodded with a smile: "I know, the fried tofu I ate last time was bought from her stall."

"It was so.

The old man wants to buy tofu next time, and I can deliver it to you directly. "Song Xiaodao said.

The old Jijiu let out a sigh, and asked Song Xiaodao: "Who is the little brother to Mrs. Ma?"

Song Xiaodao was a bit stumped by this question.

He is not someone from Mrs. Ma, and he is not sure if they can be regarded as friends now.

"I know Mrs. Ma's son, and after knowing Mrs. Ma is making tofu, I helped her sell tofu." Song Xiaodao smiled lightly.

Old Jijiu originally thought that Song Xiaodao was Yang Mei's son, but seeing that the facial features of the two had no similarities, he asked a question.

"Does the old man think this tofu can go to the elegant hall?" Song Xiaodao asked.

The old Jijiu did not hesitate: "Why not?

This tofu tastes very good. Not many people know about it now, but it will definitely become popular in the future. "

Hearing these words, Song Xiaodao became more confident.

He decided to give himself three days.

If Deyun Restaurant didn't take the initiative to come to discuss the supply within three days, it would not be too late for him to come to recommend the tofu at that time.

The old Jijiu gave Song Xiaodao a meal for nothing, and the meal was relaxing and satisfying.

"Tomorrow, please trouble Brother Xiaodao to deliver a piece of tofu to my residence." The old Jijiu said, and told Song Xiaodao the address of his residence.

Song Xiaodao hurriedly responded, and got up again to send the old Jijiu into the carriage.

After the people left, the monkey couldn't hold back, and asked his boss: "Brother Xiaodao, you are so polite to the old man, you don't just want to sell tofu to him, do you?"

Song Xiaodao gave the food money to the stall owner, and said to the monkeys as he walked forward: "You can't just look at people and things on the surface.

My goal is the supply of tofu in Deyun Restaurant.

That old gentleman must be someone who speaks volumes if he can eat at the same table with the three masters of the Chen family.

The three masters of the Chen family knew that the old man released their pigeons just to eat a dish of braised tofu. If it were you, what would you think? "

"Well, then I must try the taste of braised tofu!" Zhu Gan rushed to reply.

Song Xiaodao raised his eyebrows and smiled, Ruifeng's eyes flashed a cunning.

Sure enough, when Lao Jijiu arrived at Deyun Restaurant, the three masters of the Chen family greeted him one after another, and asked what kind of delicious food could make Master Jijiu, who is known as a glutton, linger on and forget to return?

The old Jijiu tasted a mooncake made by a country woman at Sixi Bakery last time, and he raised his hands in favor of shopkeeper Li buying the mooncake recipe.

Facts have also proved that Lao Jijiu's taste buds and vision are extraordinary.

Although the moon cakes have been launched in the market for a short time, they have caused a wave of heated discussions and purchases.

For the past two years, Sixi Pastry Shop and Qiqiao Bakery Shop have been vying for market share. This year, they are going to be overshadowed. They did not expect to make a beautiful comeback with this mooncake.

Master Chen Er absolutely believed in Lao Jijiu's taste.

He had heard about tofu these days, but because the price was really cheap, he was not interested in letting people buy it and try it.

Now that Lao Jijiu gave up a table of gourmet food from a restaurant for a tofu, Master Chen Er finally attracted attention.

He asked the old Jijiu if this tofu is suitable for sale in restaurants, and whether it will lower the grade of restaurants.

The old Jijiu glanced at Master Chen Er quietly, and stroked his beard with a half-smile: "There is no lover in the wind and rain, and the world is peaceful without food.

There is no distinction between good and bad colors of ingredients, and good or bad people have nothing to do with class level.

You are in the restaurant business. Do you only serve a group of people when you run such a large restaurant?

Ordinary people at the bottom also have the right to pursue a high quality of life. Chen Er, your previous thinking was narrow.

Your so-called level and grade do not lie in the quality of ingredients, but in the standard of restaurant dishes.

The way to eat lies in taste!

If a restaurant wants to be famous, it has to elevate the food to a new level, form its own inheritance and culture, and be remembered by diners, so it is called "success".

The dishes in the restaurant you run are so-so, not bad, but they lack some special features, so you have to think about it carefully. "

Old Jijiu's words were too straightforward, and he didn't save Mr. Chen Er any face.

Master Chen Er was a little ashamed, but his excitement and gratitude to be so mentioned by the old Jijiu was far greater than the former.