The Heaven’s Jailer

"Actually, I'm here this time to discuss cooperation with you." Seeing that Ji Guangjian seemed to be carrying Liu Lang, Wen Jinchen interrupted quickly to break the embarrassment.

"Cooperation?" Liu Lang was surprised. This Wen Xiaoxiao's father looked like the big boss. He didn't seem to be able to cooperate with this kind of person, right?

"I run a hotel in Beijing called Jifengyuan. Now I am planning to open a branch in Nanshan City with an investment of about 100 million yuan. Xiaoxiao said that your cooking skills are very good, and there is a fried noodle that is particularly good. I want to make this As the signature of Jifengyuan Nanshan branch, Dao Chow Mein currently has two ways of cooperation. One is that I use cash to directly buy the fried noodles, and the other is that you use technology to buy shares and participate in the hotel’s profit dividend in the future." Speak your thoughts.

"It turned out to be like this!" Liu Lang understood at once, but he was a little curious: "Mr. Wen has never eaten my fried noodles. He just heard Xiaoxiao say that he rushed to Nanshan, not afraid that my fried noodles are not as you imagined. Is that good in China?"

"I believe in Xiaoxiao's vision, or in other words, I believe in Xiaoxiao's taste. This kid grew up in the back kitchen and is considered a gourmet. Based on her opinion, Jifengyuan introduced many new dishes and all of them were successful. "Wen Jinchen explained with a smile.

"Mr. Wen, using a fried noodle as the signboard of the Jifengyuan branch is a bit of a downgrade of our hotel." Ji Guang saw that he was speaking at this time. Before, Wen Jinchen called him to Nanshan, saying that it was official business. , And did not tell him to make Liu Lang's dishes the sign of the branch.

Hearing Wen Jinchen's idea, Ji Guang saw that he was immediately unhappy.

You know that he has developed several signature dishes in the head office. I thought the branch was the same, but I didn't expect to be snatched by a young man.

"What's wrong with fried noodles, as long as they are delicious, it can be a signature dish. Does it have to be sea cucumber and abalone?" Wen Xiaoxiao said from the side.

"Mr. Wen, it's useless to say nothing. I will make you a fried noodle now. You can decide what to do after you have tasted it." Although Wen Jinchen didn't say it clearly, Liu Lang knew it, and he deliberately took it. When a chef came over, he definitely wanted to see what is special about the horseradish fried noodles.

"Alright!" Wen Jinchen nodded.

Liu Lang let Wen Jinchen sit for a while, then got into the kitchen and served out a steaming fried noodle in less than ten minutes.

Wen Xiaoxiao had prepared the bowls and chopsticks a long time ago, and took the initiative to divide a plate of fried noodles into several portions, and then handed them one to Wen Jinchen. Ji Guang saw one.

As for the rest, Wen Xiaoxiao made it up alone.

This horseradish fried noodles is definitely a super delicacy that you will never get tired of. Wen Xiaoxiao only ate it once. In the last two days, he wanted to pester Liu Lang to do it again, but he didn't expect Liu Lang to go out of town.

"That's it?"

Ji Guangjian frowned. Obviously, this is not the same as the fried noodles he imagined. There are no side dishes, just fried noodles. Although the color looks good, it doesn't look like it can be served on a five-star hotel table. Signature dish.

"Master Ji might as well have a taste first, and then draw a conclusion." Liu Lang smiled slightly, he has absolute confidence in this horseradish fried noodles.

This is the painstaking work of Zhu Dachang, the **** of the heavenly kitchen. If there is no mortal chef in town, Zhu Dachang won't have to hang around in the heaven in the future.

Wen Xiaoxiao, who was watching, was already eating.

Ji Guangjian also had a hint of suspicion. Is this fried noodles so delicious? We must know that this eldest lady Wen Xiaoxiao is famous for her mouthiness, even if he personally takes care of it, there is no guarantee that Wen Xiaoxiao will eat like this.

Picking up the chopsticks, Ji Guangjian picked up a short piece of noodles and smelled it. There was an unspeakable smell. In short, it made people feel very refreshing. Then he put it in his mouth without chewing, and felt the taste first. Suddenly, Ji Guangjian's face changed, and he chewed carefully.

"This... it's so delicious!" Ji Guang saw that this fried noodle had a magical power that made people want to stop, and he wanted to take a second bite after eating it.

He picked up the small bowl and ate the rest in a few bites.

Wen Jinchen was also surprised when he saw Ji Guangjian's reaction.

Even if a fried noodle is delicious, it is still fried noodles!

This time Wen Jinchen came to discuss cooperation with Liu Lang, on the one hand because of his daughter Wen Xiaoxiao’s strong admiration, on the other hand, because of Liu Lang’s identity, as Mu Xueqing’s fiance, after marriage, Liu Lang became the master. It's almost a certainty, and it is undoubtedly a wise move to have a good relationship with Liu Lang before Liu Lang is in charge.

To be honest, at first, Wen Jinchen didn't have much hope for Liu Lang's fried noodles. He felt that an amateur chef, no matter how well he cooked, could he surpass the level of a state banquet master like Ji Guangjian?

However, after Wen Jinchen tasted the fried noodles, his previous thoughts were completely overturned.

"It's so delicious!"

Wen's family is a family of restaurants. Wen Jinchen has grown up in the kitchen since he was a child. He has never eaten any kind of dishes, but no one can compare to the horseradish fried noodles in terms of the comfort of eating.

"I have seen what it means to be outside, there are outsiders, there are outsiders and there are heavens and heavens. This fried noodles is not a sign of the branch, even if it is the sign of the main store, it is fine."

Ji Guang saw that he put down his chopsticks. At this moment, he was completely conquered by Liu Lang's horseradish fried noodles.

"Liu Lang, this fried noodles exceeded our expectations! With this fried noodles as a condition, how do you want to cooperate, do you want cash or shares?" Wen Jinchen is a vigorous and resolute person who directly cuts to the topic.

"How much cash?" Undoubtedly, what Liu Lang lacks most now is money. Ginseng has to wait for more than 20 days to harvest, but there are more than a dozen Sao Nian criminals in the fairy prison, and many things in the plan need to be launched. The top priority is the cafeteria. Liu Lang now has no money to buy a table.

"Five million." Wen Jinchen directly quoted a price that Liu Lang could not refuse.

"A fried noodle is worth five million?" Liu Lang was surprised. In fact, it was because he didn't understand the rules of the catering industry.

Every restaurant must have its own signature. There is no doubt that Wen Jinchen wants to make this fried noodles the golden signature of Jifeng Garden.

Beijing roast duck is worth more than one hundred, but can you say that Beijing roast duck is worth more than one hundred?

"What about the shares?" Liu Lang endured the urge to agree, then asked.

"The planned investment of the Jifengyuan branch is about 100 million yuan. If you have shares, I can give you 5%. You don't need to participate in the management, as long as you guide the chefs on this fried noodle." Wen Jinchen replied. .

"I still want shares!" After a lot of comparison, Liu Lang decided to have shares, the name of Jifeng Garden, he had heard before. It can stand in the capital for a hundred years, and its development prospects can be imagined. Five-thirds of the shares are not many, but when this branch develops, the benefits they get are definitely not as simple as five million.

"Okay, then let's make it!" Wen Jinchen was very happy seeing Liu Lang so simply.

With a five percent stake out of thin air, Liu Lang was in a good mood. He chuckled, "Then I wish us a happy cooperation, I will cook, and let you **** craft."

Soon, a table of home-cooked dishes was put on the table.

Ji Guang sees that he is an expert, and the fried noodles just now failed to test his sword skills, but this table of dishes fully demonstrated Liu Lang's sword skills. Ji Guang saw a secret contrast, and realized that some of the sword techniques he had never seen before. It seems that what Wen Xiaoxiao said before was correct. Liu Lang's sword skills are by no means inferior to him.

However, after he tasted those dishes, he was even more shocked.

Ji Guangjian thought that the fried noodles were made by Liu Lang's luck and accidentally developed them. However, the dishes on this table look ordinary, but the taste is by no means what ordinary chefs can make, even his kind. National super chefs and state banquet masters don't necessarily wait to make ordinary home-cooked dishes to this degree.

"Is this the legendary return to the basics?" Looking at a table of seemingly ordinary dishes, Ji Guangjian felt that he had peeped into the higher realm of cooking.