When Su Changqing opened the door and came in, what he saw was Su Ruotong sitting upright in his chair, carefully reading the autumn menu.
The sunlight streamed in from the large floor-to-ceiling windows at the back, bringing with it strands of golden color, which dyed Su Ruotong's slightly sided face a layer of solemn golden color.
For a moment, Su Changqing suddenly realized one thing: When was his daughter born?
She has grown so much, and with her serious look, she looks even more suitable than him to sit behind the chairman's desk.
For a moment, Su Changqing felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart.
"Dad is here."
Su Ruotong looked up at him, holding the menu in his hand, and nodded: "Some of the dishes here are very strange.
They don't seem to be eaten in autumn."
Su Changqing came back to his senses and smiled kindly: "This is just a plan made by the people below.
The new dishes are only five to ten selected from them.
It has not been decided yet."
Su Ruotong flipped through the menu in her hand.
There were probably more than a hundred dishes in it.
Su Changqing probably saw how pleasing Su Ruotong was sitting on the boss's chair, so he simply said a few words to her: "In the past, we didn't add new dishes in autumn, and at most we added a few seasonal dishes.
However, starting from the year before last, the restaurant business has declined.
It’s great.
The Wei family came to check it out for us and said that the dishes we were making were old dishes that had been passed down for many years and were not in line with today’s tastes, so we tried to adjust it a little bit.”
Su Ruotong's heart skipped a beat when she heard about the Wei family.
After a brief contact, Su Ruotong discovered that Wei Zheng was not a good person, which made her a little wary of the Wei family.
You must be on guard against others.
Is it really okay for your father to listen to the Wei family so much?
She groaned, lowered her head slightly, and pointed to the chrysanthemum tofu soup on top: "This dish looks very good."
Chrysanthemum tofu soup is made by boiling a piece of southern tofu and cutting it into very fine shreds.
Use coriander to tie the tofu shreds around the waist, and put it into the cooked clear soup.
The tofu shreds are scattered in the soup.
It looks like a blooming chrysanthemum.
When Su Changqing saw Su Ruotong pointing at this, a wry smile appeared on his face.
"This dish cannot be served in large quantities."
Su Changqing did not hide it from his daughter.
He carefully guided her on the business: "Only the masters in the shop can achieve this level of knife skills, and the main ingredient is tofu, so it is difficult to mark up the price.
As a result, the shop can only operate at a loss."
Su Ruotong couldn't help being surprised.
She looked at the chrysanthemum tofu in the picture.
The shredded tofu was about three to five millimeters thick.
It was neither uniform nor thin enough to pass a needle.
In the past, the lowest servant boy who served on the fire beside her could cut it with his eyes closed. good.
An ordinary chef from the Su family can't even do this?
In other words, the overall level of knife skills among chefs on earth is very poor.
Because the original person really didn't know much about the level of cooking skills on earth, Su Ruotong didn't lie for a moment, thought for a moment, and said: "Then let's change the ingredients so that this chrysanthemum tofu can be worthy of its price. " "How do you want to change it?"
Su Changqing became interested and asked.
In the past, his daughter had never paid much attention to business matters.
He also thought that Su Ruotong had a hard time studying in high school, so he didn't ask her to help.
Now that Su Ruotong has graduated from high school and is about to go to college, it's time to get in touch with this aspect of things.
Su Ruotong searched through the memories in his mind and made a decision in an instant, saying: "There is a dish called Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
We can make similar tofu and call it Buddha Jumps Over the Chrysanthemum Fu."
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Su Changqing couldn't help but be surprised: "How to do it?"
"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is stewed with various precious seafood and meats.
We can use those seafood and meats as ingredients, wrap them in gauze, leave most of the space for chrysanthemum tofu, and let them stew together at low temperature.
As the saying goes It is said that thousands of tofu stews and thousands of fish stews, but tofu can In order to absorb the soup and aroma of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, the tofu stewed in this way will be harder and easier to cut.
The last step is to use the soup of Buddha Jumping over the Wall to make the base of chrysanthemum tofu instead of using clear soup.
The Buddha jumped into the chrysanthemum and became rotten," Su Ruotong said.
Su Changqing was immediately stunned by Su Ruotong's whimsical idea, but out of habit, he couldn't help pouring cold water on Su Ruotong: "You Buddha dancing on chrysanthemums sounds interesting, but you have to consider With the consumption level in Xinhai City, how many people would buy such a dish?”
"If it's delicious, why doesn't anyone buy it?"
Su Ruotong said lightly.
Before she seized the body, even if a pot of leftovers was thrown out of the cave, countless immortals would ask for valuables.
These immortals were relatively less focused on food and drink.
Mortals were much less focused when it came to food.
She simply didn't believe that there would be someone who wouldn't be tempted when there was delicious food in front of her.
If someone wasn't tempted, it would only prove that it wasn't delicious enough.
For example, if a farmer eats rice bran all day long, when he sees white rice, he will definitely think that it is the most delicious thing in the world.
And a person who can eat rice every day, but there is no oil or water in the rice, will definitely be unable to resist seeing the golden and shiny roasted whole lamb.
But for a person who can eat a full banquet every day, you need to use more advanced things to attract him.
Su Ruotong is full of confidence in how to bring out those more advanced things.
At this moment, there was a knock on the office door, and the secretary said outside: "Dr.
Su, Mr.
Tao is here."
"Just in time, you can ask Mr.
Tao for advice.
You young people always have a common language.
You may not be willing to listen to what I say."
Su Changqing said.
He felt that his daughter's temper was very similar to that of his deceased father.
His father was also like this at that time.
Because he was good at cooking, he had no idea that the sky was high and the sky was too high.
He wasted his whole life and only managed the Su's Restaurant into a well-known small restaurant.
It's just a fly restaurant, and it can't even bring out a decent apprentice.
The Su family was able to become so big only because the old man gave up and handed over the restaurant to his son, who was not very good at cooking, in his later years.
From Su Changqing's experience, cooking skills are not linked to whether a restaurant can grow bigger.
After Tao Xian came in, Su Changqing immediately smiled and told him the dish Su Ruotong had just come up with.
After hearing Su Changqing repeatedly mention the name of the dish, Buddha's Jumping Chrysanthemum Fu, Tao Xian's expression became extremely strange.
Why does the chrysanthemum rot and the Buddha dance sound so intentional?
Are the father and daughter serious?
Su Changqing is a middle-aged man who is not exposed to online culture.
He doesn't know how weird this name is, but he can still understand it.
But Su Ruotong is a young man, and he should know the jokes on the Internet best, so why not.
But seeing her calm and confident expression, as if she really didn't know, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"Ahem."
Tao Xian stopped commenting on the dishes.
He took out his mobile phone and pretended to bring up a page and showed it to Su Ruotong.
It contained the recently popular news about a male star selling sex.
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He handed it to Su Ruotong: "Miss Su, look at this.
Is there any news?
It’s been very popular recently.”
Su Ruotong was puzzled.
She took it and took a look.
Some memories of the original person came up like a rising tide and flooded her mind.
Her face suddenly turned red This world is really too evil.
How can she face yuba, tofu, ah, yes, and chrysanthemum cakes in the future: