Monster Factory Chapter 287: The temperament designer.

"Why don't they have feathers?" Ye Qing asked like all the people who came here for the first time. A repeated question in the restaurant.

Pheasant is also the meaning of chicken in ancient Chinese, and it is very suitable for this name.

But give Ye Qing another ten years, and he also did not expect there will be this kind of bright chicken without long feathers.

"Ha ha ~"

Ye Qing looked confused and made Xiao Jun laugh very proudly, and vanity was completely satisfied.

“Because this jar chicken is the biggest sign of this restaurant, it is natural to be different.”

"This c.o.c.k was carefully raised in the mountains when he was young. When he was about to be slaughtered, he put it in the jar and soaked it in secret sesame oil."

“You can soak the chicken feathers in a day, then dump the sesame oil and move here. For a whole week, you only feed the spring water mixed with wine.”

“Chicken is an ordinary chicken, but the way it is grown is extremely c.u.mbersome.”

Xiao Jun’s recollected look: “The signature dish in this restaurant, I haven’t known how many times I have eaten it, but I’m not tired of it.”

Ye Qing did not hold back, took out the phone and took a few photos of them without the chicken feathers, and then sent the phone to the pocket.

Through the corridor and into the interior of the restaurant, Ye Qing and Xiao Jun waited for twenty minutes for finding a seat.

Ye Qing saw a circle of guests at the table, and all the dishes were ordered.

"Two jar chickens, seasonal fried vegetables, two portions, crab powder tofu, squirrelfish, and a bottle of black stone." Xiao Jun is familiar with the menu and doesn't look at it.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter smiled and wrote down the menu.

A jar chicken is eighty-eight Yuan. The price of this meal is about three thousand Yuan. It's not expensive, but it is obviously not cheap for two people to eat for three thousand Yuan. The most important thing in this place is the five-star hotel is not better at all, this place has its own characteristics. No matter how good a five-star hotel is, there are so many hotels all over the country.

Taking advantage of the chef was preparing the dishes. Xiao Jun came over with some mysterious sorrow and said that after eating, he would take Ye Qing to a place.

Usually, a business partner at the dinner table, in this tone. Whispered that he would go to a certain place after dinner.

That is usually a good place, and only where men go.

Unfortunately, Xiao Jun is not such a person. He told Ye Qing that the place to go is related to the problem of helping Ye Qing.

Originally, Xiao Jun was preparing to bring the materials to Zhongyun. Now Ye Qing came to Shanghai and went directly to the location of the naturally more intuitive problem.

Ten minutes later, two gold-plated porcelain jars were sent by the waiter in the dining table.

The shape of the porcelain jar is quite chic. It is divided into upper and lower layers. The upper layer is a small dish like a steamer. The inside is neatly placed with a layer of crispy chicken. The bottom layer is milky white, with several large bones. A thick soup made with supplementary ingredients.

A scent that allows the population to taste the taste of the buds, spread out from the porcelain jar.

Xiao Jun swept his mouth with his tongue, and Ye Qing couldn't help but take a long breath and gave positive praise.

The black stone door k.u.mon was also opened. Xiao Jun gave Ye Qing a cup full of wine, saying the s.h.i.+k.u.men wine with the jar chicken is the most delicious.

"Oh, I see you have a little pigtail, I thought you usually drink coffee and smoke cigars in a Shanghai-style on a daily basis." Ye Qing takes a piece of chicken with crispy skin and placed it in the mouth and bitten down. He feels it is not chicken at all, but a different flavor composed of fresh and juicy.

It also has a touch of wine and a scent that makes people feel slightly numb.

Two kinds of vegetables and crabmeat tofu are also delicious, but they are worse than the last time they tasted in Jinxi.

After a few gla.s.ses of wine, Xiao Jun’s words gradually increased.

The industrial base often determines the height of the building. The two have their own connections. Xiao Jun talked while eating and seized the opportunity to ask Ye Qing about some metal materials.

His question is also quite new. For example, he asked if the metal can be plated, can it be plated with metal on the ground?

And now the building decoration likes to use the plaster line to make the flower shape. Can it be done with metal lines, like the chrome-plated bright strip of the car?

As a leading architect in China, Xiao Jun’s questions are an impact on the traditional decoration field.

"As long as you don't care about the cost, do what you say, there is not much technical problem." A plate of chicken was eaten by Ye Qing, and the small dish was removed. Ye Qing began to taste the soup again.

The chicken soup is delicious, and the bones inside are equally crisp. Ye Qing accidentally bits a piece of bone and feels like eating crisp bone.

No matter how brittle the bones are, they are also bones.

Ye Qing discards the bone that has been cut in two and continues to solve Xiao Jun's puzzles. At the same time, he still silently resolved the various ideas put forward by Xiao Jun.

Needless to say, these ideas can be applied to the Monster Heavy Industry Building.

Just chatting and chatting...

Ye Qing's eyes slowly s.h.i.+fted to the bone of the chicken that was cut into half.

Ye Qing was puzzled and then turned into a fit of hidden anger.

This meal is Xiaojun's invitation. Ye Qing naturally wants to save some face to Xiao Jun. Even if he finds something, he can't say it and will see it immediately.

Ye Qing didn’t know that the chicken was eaten before, and now the chicken soup in the porcelain jar, Ye Qing will definitely not touch again.

The joy that Xiao Jun envisioned did not notice the subtle expression changes on Ye Qing’s face. He sipped a bit of soup and sipped a lot of soup from time to time, saying it was a big supplement.

Ye Qing waits until Xiao Jun is quite satisfied, drink the milky white soup almost for a while. Xiao Jun noticed that Ye Qing’s soup was almost no diminis.h.i.+ng.

"I also tasted a few soups, and the taste is very good." Ye Qing smiled: "I just don't like soup on weekdays."

"By the way, Lao Xiao." After several drinks, Ye Qing changed his name: "how many times have you come to this shop?"

"There are no fifty times, and there are thirty-five times. These chicken soups contain ginseng Liaoshen, sea cuc.u.mber and western red flowers (saffron). When people are old, they like to tonify their blood and raise their essence." Xiao Jun didn't understand the meaning of Ye Qing very well. He said with a smile, "every time I come, I will order the chicken in the jar of the signature dish."

"Multiple supplements are not necessarily good things. You shouldn't come to this store in the future." Ye Qing is afraid Xiao Jun can't accept this result, but he doesn't tell him the truth.

"why?"

From the words of Ye Qing, Xiao Jun noticed a trace of uneasiness. He put down his gla.s.s and chopsticks to listen.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Qing leaned into Xiao Jun’s ear and told Xiao Jun what he found.

"This...this...this..." Xiao Jun stunned for a long time and finally pa.s.sed the soul. The expression on his face quickly changed from red to iron blue: "waiter!"

No one answered the first time, and Xiao Jun immediately raised the volume and called a young girl.

"Go and call your manager or boss." Xiao Jun sounds cold.

The young waiter smiled and said: "Mr. Please ask, is the service on our side, do you feel unsatisfactory?"

"You want me to repeat the words?" Xiao Jun's eyes have been all angry.

The waiter who had touched the nose was stunned. Perhaps she felt Xiao Jun was somewhat unreasonable. When she called the manager, she still looked back at Xiao Jun.

A minute later, the manager in black uniform came.

"Gentleman, I am the manager of the restaurant. What can I help?"

Xiao Jun stands up and doesn't say a word. He directly holds the porcelain jar and falls it to the ground.

"Wow!"

The porcelain jar, like the manager's incredible retina, was split into countless pieces. And the residual soup splashed the manager.

The noisy hall suddenly solidified, and the diners who were dining next to them turned their heads one by one and looked at this side with frozen expression.

No one expected that the little old man who looked quite literary, his temper was as violent as his shrew and fell off the plate without warning.