Rebirth of the Flying Era

Zhu Ting went to the district for a meeting early in the morning. Not long after giving the manuscript to Du Fei, she left with Director Wang.

They didn't come back until noon, so they probably had lunch at the district agency canteen.

Du Fei said hello to Section Chief Qian, got on his bicycle and went straight to Mr. Wei's house.

In the morning, Lei Laoliu came over to send a message, saying that Mr. Wei was treating him to a treat. He didn't say which restaurant, but asked Du Fei to go home at noon.

Du Fei didn't find fault with this either. Going to a restaurant has the advantages of a restaurant, and staying at home has the advantages of a home.

Maybe Mr. Wei has some special ingredients that he can't eat even if he wants to go to the restaurant.

Although Mr. Wei's home, Du Fei, has only been here once, it is located near the Fire Temple and is a unique house, making it very easy to find.

When we arrived at the place, Mr. Wei was waiting at the door early.

This time, Mr. Wei kept his attitude very low. When he saw Du Fei coming, he went up to him without waiting for the bicycle to park. He smiled and bowed and said: "Leader Du, come to my humble home and make the plum blossoms shine!"

Du Fei also gave him face and didn't take it too seriously. He returned the favor with a smile: "Oh, Third Master, I don't dare to take it seriously."

The two of them entered the courtyard politely, and there was no hint of any discord in the whole process.

There were three people standing in the courtyard. The first one was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a big head and a thick neck.

Although the three of them were wearing casual clothes, they all smelled faintly of chopped green onion, and they looked like chefs at first glance.

Mr. Wei introduced with a smile: "Boss Du, this Master Chen from Liuquanju has been specially invited to serve you today."

Du Fei was slightly startled. He had heard that Mr. Wei was going to have a banquet at home, so he thought he had prepared some special ingredients.

But I didn't expect that the master chef from Liuquanju would be invited. This is very particular!

In the past, the most common way to treat guests to a meal was to cook some home-cooked dishes at home, such as braised pork or chicken. These are considered tough dishes.

If you want to go to a higher level, you have to go to a restaurant. If you are a distinguished guest, you have to go to a big restaurant. Pay attention to the eight buildings, eight residences, and eight springs.

To be more particular than this, it would be like Mr. Wei, who invited the chef from a big restaurant to do it at home.

Not only is the dining environment private, but it also ensures that the master chef is personally cooking the dishes. Otherwise, if you eat in a restaurant, 90% of the dishes cooked are the skills of the apprentice.

However, it is not easy to invite the master.

Not only do you have to be willing to spend money to treat this person, you also have to have the dignity to support it! You can hire a truly skilled master craftsman.

Especially after the public-private partnership, even fewer people can invite masters to their homes.

First, the social atmosphere has changed.

Secondly, chefs have become workers. What used to be a matter of a word from the boss is useless now if the chef doesn’t agree.

Therefore, many people think that they don't have enough face, so they simply go to the store to avoid being rejected and seek honor instead of humiliation.

As for why Mr. Wei was able to invite him.

It's probably neither money nor face, it's probably Master Chen who owes Master Wei a favor.

Although Du Fei had never heard of Master Chen, looking at his impressive demeanor and Liu Quanju's name, he must be quite capable.

Du Fei said politely: "Master Chen, thank you for your hard work!"

"Mr. Du, you're welcome." Master Chen returned the courtesy quickly, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that the host and guest invited by Mr. Wei were so young.

However, he had been a cook for many years and knew the rules of cooking. He said hello and asked his two apprentices to start.

In fact, before Du Fei arrived, they had been preparing for a long time. Otherwise, some Kung Fu dishes would not be ready for an hour if there was no pressure cooker at this time and they would be cooked freshly when the guests arrive.

Entering the house, none of Mr. Wei's family members were present. There was an Eight Immortals table in the middle, with a chair on each side in the north and east.

There is a teapot with boiling water and four plates of dried fruits on the table, which is very particular.

Mr. Wei came to the table and said with a smile: "Please take a seat."

Du Fei was not polite. Anyway, there were only two seats. Mr. Wei was inviting guests today, so Du Fei couldn't sit on the east side.

After saying "Third Master, you're welcome" they sat down.

Mr. Wei was making tea diligently while introducing Master Chen's craftsmanship today.

Because everything that should be prepared before was ready, the food was served very quickly as soon as Du Fei arrived.

I had just exchanged a few useless gossips with Mr. Wei and had a cup of tea when a young man came over from the kitchen, bringing the first dish and shouted: "Abalone with cloud slices~"

"Oh, the food is served! Let's eat first." Mr. Wei quickly moved to remove the dried fruits from the teapot and pushed the first dish in front of Du Fei: "Try it, do you like it?"

Du Fei picked up the chopsticks and said with a smile: "Third Master, we both don't want to be polite."

Mr. Wei was about to pick up the chopsticks when he suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh, look at my memory. It's no longer useful as I get older."

He quickly got up and went to the side, brought two bottles of wine, and said with a smile: "I know you have work in the afternoon, so we won't drink."

As he spoke, he opened a bottle of fruit juice and poured it for Du Fei. Another bottle with flowers painted on it was also placed in front of Du Fei and said: "This bottle of wine was originally intended to be served to you at the banquet. You can take it back."

Du Fei guessed that this bottle of wine might be extraordinary. When he picked it up and looked at the bottom of the bottle, he was surprised again!

The last time I drank the 53-year-old Moutai at Xu Damao's, it was full of flair.

This time, Mr. Wei, he actually got a bottle of 1946!

Du Fei put down the bottle, frowned and said, "Third Master, you... I'm afraid it's a bit too much!"

Mr. Wei waved his hand: "As you get older, you should drink less wine. Keeping good wine here is a waste."

Du Fei didn't say anything else. Before it was time to speak, the three cooks next door were still there.

He simply picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the food.

At this moment, the guy who had just served the food came out again and shouted: "Hot waist~"

After a while, there was another dish of 'Fried Shrimp Segments' and a dessert of 'Sliced ​​Lotus Seeds', and the last dish was 'Golden Bell Chicken Soup'.

There are not many dishes, just four dishes and one soup, but they are all wonderful and worthy of being a chef at Liuquanju.

After a while, Master Chen and his two apprentices finished cleaning up the kitchen, took care of other things, and came out to say goodbye.

Mr. Wei offered tea instead of wine, made a toast, and sent the three of them off.

At this time, Du Fei and Mr. Wei were the only ones left in the room.

But neither of them said anything else, and continued to eat, drink, and chatter.

When most of the food on the table was gone, Du Fei was eighty-nine percent full. He took out his handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and looked at Mr. Wei with a smile.

Mr. Wei also smiled, put down his chopsticks, and said, "Leader Du, do you think you are sincere enough today?"

Du Fei smiled and said: "Third Master, I think you have been in the world for a long time and your thinking is too complicated. To be honest, regardless of whether you believe it or not, I have never been hostile to you from the beginning to the end."

Mr. Wei frowned, unable to tell how true Du Fei's words were.

Du Fei continued: "Regardless of whether it is the Red Star Hotel or the last time I came to your home, we all have different positions and have no personal grudges. To put it bluntly, I have not suffered any loss in either matter. There is no need to talk to you." Holding a grudge? If that is the case, how narrow-minded must I be? Our ancestors told us that if you are narrow-minded and have a strong temper, you will not live long."