When Song Yutang came back, he pushed the copied recipe in front of Jiang Guoqiang: "Dad, do you like it?"
Jiang Guoqiang Although he is uneducated, he still knows the characters.
He picked it up doubtfully, and became more and more surprised as he turned over it, his fingers trembling a little. "This is..."
Song Yutang gave him a look of affirmation. "Yes, this is God of Cooking's Cookbook. The original manuscript is a cultural relic and needs to be protected by constant temperature and humidity, so I copied the recipe. Take a look, do you like it?"
Jiang Guoqiang beamed with joy, stared at the recipe without blinking, and muttered, "This dessert... no wonder I made it so sweet. It turns out that the ancient method used rock sugar, and it had to be roasted over low heat beforehand to create a caramel aroma. It cannot be directly Use white sugar... this recipe is also... seven Sichuan peppercorns, wrap them in a cloth and put them in an urn, take the flavor but not the shape... fruit charcoal, simmer slowly for two hours, add salt at the end... it is indeed an ancient royal meal, and it is really exquisite..."
He flipped through page after page, and the more he read, the more excited he became, as if he had found a treasure, and he wanted to rush into the kitchen and try it out now.
Li Xiulan was very helpless beside him and couldn't help but shake his head: Look at your dad, he has been working hard all his life. He just said he wanted to recuperate, but when he saw the recipe, he lost all his soul."
Jiang Guoqiang said without raising his head, "What do you know? Those of us who learn to cook spend our lives working on the stove. The presence of a spoon in our hand means that we have a job and can eat and support our families based on our skills. If one day we leave the stove, we will start to feel weak."
Song Yutang couldn't help but feel a little sad.
I heard that the old man replaced him and gave him to a poor family with no children nearby to raise him.
As a result, the couple soon became pregnant and threw Jiang Guoqiang on the roadside.
Fortunately, he was lucky enough to be sent to an orphanage and managed to study for a few years in that difficult era.
He is also a down-to-earth person and has not taken any wrong steps. He works conscientiously in a small restaurant.
Only by meeting a master master and learning a craft can I support my family.
She had always thought that he couldn't live without the stove, it was just a hobby or a habit.
It turned out that it was because I felt insecure.
Song Yutang rolled his eyes and suddenly had an idea. "Dad, have you ever thought about opening a private restaurant?"
In fact, this idea is not new to today.
In the past, she saw that Jiang Guoqiang was so keen on cooking and often had nothing to do, so she thought about opening a private restaurant for him.
But it doesn't really matter whether something like a private restaurant is delicious or not.
The important thing is to have a name.
Jiang Guoqiang A chef who runs a local restaurant, even if people like him because of the rich man's reputation, they still don't think down of his cooking skills.
It's not about making money in the first place. If you still want to be looked down upon by others, then it's better not to open it.
Now that Shuangxi's manuscript is in hand, Jiang Guoqiang is the successor of the God of Cooking.
Everything he cooks is royal food, and his craftsmanship is truly outstanding, so no one will make irresponsible remarks.
Jiang Guoqiang was surprised for a moment, and then sighed, "Being a chef is a physical job. I'm missing a kidney now, so I can't do it anymore."
Song Yutang waved his hand quickly. "No, no, no, it's not the kind of small restaurant we opened before. We open a private restaurant with a good environment and high consumption. We only serve three to five tables a day, and you can have two or three days off a week. If you want to eat, you must make a reservation in advance. You have the final say on what to eat."
Li Xiulan was surprised. "Can restaurants still be open like this?"
Song Yutang explained with a smile, "This is how private restaurants operate. They don't turn over tables, share tables, or rush customers. They only accept a few tables of customers a day. The menu is set by the chef. Guests can't order dishes, but can only choose set meals. Ingredients are purchased on the day, and you can eat whatever you want. The environment must be good, the service must be excellent, and the main focus is 'exclusivity' and 'scarcity.' The per capita consumption ranges from a few thousand to tens of thousands. For some top private restaurants, reservations must be made six months in advance."
Upon hearing such a high cost, Jiang Guoqiang instantly became unconfident. "Is it so expensive?"
Song Yutang cheered him up. "Your craftsmanship is really no worse than that of the imperial chef. And now that you have got God of Cookery's Notes, you can use the banner of 'the successor of the God of Cookery' and 'the most authentic imperial cuisine'. Someone will definitely buy it."
Jiang Guoqiang became nervous and rubbed his hands. "But... but... I am just an ordinary chef. At most I can open a small restaurant and cook some street food."
"Then you are too modest. Your skills are not much better than those of He Shuangxi back then. All the royal chefs in the Jing Dynasty palace combined can't cook as delicious as you. If we open a palace royal cuisine, it will definitely be worthy of the name." Song Yutang is telling the truth.
If he didn't really have this skill, she wouldn't dare to let him open a private restaurant rashly.
"This, this..." Jiang Guoqiang was still very nervous.
"What are you afraid of? Just do it if your daughter asks you to do it." Li Xiulan was more courageous than him. "When did you miss what your daughter said? We don't want to make money, we just want you to have something to do. Although this manor is big, it is quite boring to stay at home all day long. We don't understand those jewelry auctions and receptions, opening private restaurants, which are serious businesses after all, or what kind of intangible cultural heritage..."
"It seems to be an intangible cultural heritage." Jiang Guoqiang corrected in a low voice.
"No matter what his inheritance is. Anyway, I can't get used to those Michelin three-star and five-star ones. I think your cooking is delicious. Opening an imperial restaurant can also be regarded as promoting our food culture. And didn't you always complain to me before that the three children are all educated and cannot inherit your skills. You want to recruit a few apprentices. Then we will open a restaurant and recruit apprentices."
"I, I'm afraid..." Jiang Guoqiang rubbed his fingers, like a child who had done something wrong.
"It's all a matter of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. You've been dealing with them all your life, why are you so scared now that you're old?"
"I'm afraid that if I don't do it well, my family will be embarrassed."
Li Xiulan whispered in a low voice, "Last time, your second brother made a mistake in his decision-making and lost more than a billion. Jiang Sinian was cheated by a foreign company and lost another several hundred million. They don't think it's embarrassing, so who are you embarrassing? At most... it's just that you put two more spoons of salt in it, which makes it taste a little bit unpalatable."
Jiang Guoqiang was not happy about this. "That's what you said. I have been cooking for so many years, when did I add more salt? Every dish tastes moderate. Even if the taste is salty, no one says that the dishes I cook are not delicious."
"Then what are you afraid of? If my daughter says you can do it, then you must be able to do it. Open the restaurant again, and you will be in charge of the dishes, while I will do the chores for you, and we will eat based on our ability. Otherwise, you will not be too busy, and I will be too busy, and will be looked down upon by others..."
Jiang Guoqiang was gradually persuaded, and gave her last pat on the thigh. "Okay, then I will open a private restaurant. The recipes have been sold for one billion yuan, and I am determined to be the heir to the imperial cuisine. After a while, I will have to recruit apprentices after my reputation is established."
Song Yutang was very happy that he could figure it out. "Then it's settled."
Jiang Guoqiang was a little unsure. "Then what do I need to do next? Should I find a store? I passed by the city center before and happened to see a store for sale..."