NIP Chapter 128 He was wronged, I won't allow it.
Chapter 128 He was wronged, I won't allow it.
The capital city, thousands of miles away.
In the kitchen of that high-end private restaurant, Song Ming casually tossed his snow-white chef's hat onto the stainless steel cutting board.
He hurriedly untied the straps of his apron and slammed them onto the cutting board.
"Master...you, what are you going to do after taking off your apron?" The apprentice, still holding the tweezers used for picking peppercorns, stared blankly at his master.
At this moment, the soup pot on the large stove was bubbling and emitting a fragrant aroma. Several distinguished guests had just taken their seats in the private room in front, waiting for Song Ming to personally take charge of the cooking.
At this critical juncture, to back down like this, you probably can't find another person in the entire Beijing catering industry who would dare to do something like this.
"Where am I going? I'm going to stand up for my senior brother!!"
Song Ming sneered, grabbed the car keys with his right hand, and without even changing his clothes, strode out the door in his shiny chef's shoes and drove to his master's residence.
Five minutes later, in an old-fashioned study filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.
An elderly man, well past seventy, dressed in a traditional Chinese jacket, was sitting upright in a grand chair.
His silver hair was neatly combed, and his somewhat cloudy eyes held a calm and authoritative air.
This is the old master chef from back then, and also the mentor of Chen Feng and Song Ming.
"Master, there's news about my senior brother. He's in an old street in the south of the city, but a local small capitalist who does real estate business has managed to cut off his supplies with some underhanded tactics."
I just asked Na Bin's people at the South District cold storage to send some goods over to him to tide him over for a while, but I'm still not entirely at ease; I need to go there myself.
Song Ming stood in front of the table, his back ramrod straight, his tone resolute.
The old man, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes upon hearing the words "senior brother," and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
Instead of flying into a rage as Song Ming had imagined, he sighed self-deprecatingly.
"That taciturn man... going to open a hole-in-the-wall restaurant in the south of the city is such a waste of his talents."
The old man stretched out his withered hand and gently tapped it on the mahogany table, producing a dull thud.
"Master, I'll book the plane tickets now. Let the second brother take over the catering at the shop." Song Ming said, turning to leave.
"Akiko."
The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, firmly stopping Song Ming in his tracks at the threshold.
"You can go there, I'm too old to bother with all this."
Since he's hiding in the old street for peace and quiet, if I go there, that street will be trampled to pieces by all sorts of sycophants.
However, when you see him, please pass on a message for me.
The old man slowly stood up, slightly hunched his back, walked to the window, put his hands behind his back, and spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice deep and powerful.
"Tell Chen Feng that I've been saving the head table in the state banquet hall in Beijing for him."
He can come back anytime he wants, as long as he gets tired of staying there.
The people who have left our sect are not like those random cats and dogs that appear out of nowhere, whom you can just step on at will!
He was wronged, and I won't stand for it!!
"Yes, Master! I promise I'll deliver the message!!" Song Ming's eyes sharpened, he clasped his hands tightly in a fist, turned around and rushed out of the courtyard.
Thousands of miles away, in the old street, the "human touch" still lingers.
Chen Feng, who was standing in front of the stove turning the chicken with long chopsticks, suddenly found his eyebrows twitching violently without warning.
It gave him a feeling that "something's wrong," making his hair stand on end.
Chen Feng slammed the long chopsticks in his hand into the stainless steel basin, his brows furrowing together. For some reason, the image of his junior brother Song Ming, who loved to kick up his heels and was as mischievous as a monkey, inexplicably popped into his mind.
"Brother Chen! Is the chicken at table number three ready yet?! That girl outside is practically tearing my clothes off!!"
Su Chen's loud voice rang out from the direction of the main gate, filled with anxiety and excitement.
Chen Feng regained his composure and suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.
By this time, the shop and the cobblestone street outside were already packed with frenzied diners. He didn't even have time to drink some water. He could only put on a stern face, pick up the tray with one hand, and say, "Here it is. You can take it over now."
Meanwhile, at "Old Liu's Noodle Shop," which is only 200 meters away from "Human Fireworks,"...
The level of madness here is in no way inferior to that of Chen Feng's place.
Those who didn't get enough yesterday afternoon came back again at noon today, and they completely surrounded Liu Cheng's noodle shop.
"Uncle Liu!! This meat...this meat doesn't taste right!!"
At an old square table near the door, there was a fat man with large wooden chopsticks in his hand and his collar soaked with sweat.
After taking the first bite of braised pork, he stood up with a "plop," his eyes wide open, staring intently at the piece of black pork in the bowl, which was marbled with fat and lean meat and covered with a glossy red sauce.
His shout drew the attention of several diners who were engrossed in their meals, causing them to look up.
"Something's not right! I ate here yesterday too, and the meat yesterday was already the best in the old street."
But this meat today… when I bit into it, the skin was as crispy as roast suckling pig, and the fat inside wasn't greasy at all. The pure aroma of the meat was simply irresistible!
"Uncle Liu! Did you secretly go hunting wild boar in the mountains behind Boss Chen's back?!"
The quality of this ingredient is so high that even the finest braised pork I ate at a five-star hotel in the city, costing 400 yuan per 50 grams, didn't have this pure meat!
Liu Cheng was standing in front of a large wok, his arms covered in white flour.
Hearing the rising and falling, even somewhat frantic, exclamations outside, his thighs were still slightly weak under his apron, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his wrinkled old face.
He knew perfectly well why. The meat they were serving today was top-grade black pork, the kind he'd never even seen before, served at state banquets!
"As long as everyone enjoys the meal!! This is fresh produce that Boss Chen specially brought in today. I, Old Liu, will provide plenty of meat and noodles!"
With his hoarse, broken voice, Liu Cheng swung the strainer in his hand, making a whooshing sound, skillfully scooping strands of snow-white, chewy, handmade wide noodles into a large bowl.
Just when both stores were so busy they wished they had two more arms, an extremely shocking and illogical message began to spread like wildfire across the entire street and even the entire southern part of the city.
"Have you heard? 'Human Fireworks' and Old Liu's Noodle Shop next door have been blacklisted by a powerful force in the south of the city. They won't even sell them a single scallion."
"Really? Where do they get their ingredients?"
"What's even more shocking is that they used only the highest-grade ingredients, the kind that's only supplied to the upper echelons. I heard that the cost of one dish alone is several hundred yuan! But Boss Chen and Uncle Liu... didn't raise the price by a single penny! It's still fifty-eight yuan a serving today!!"
This news hit the already turbulent local foodie community like a hammer blow.
Lin Xiaoyu sat by the window in "Human Fireworks," her eyes narrowing into slits as she admired the clear, smooth, and tender "Clear Broth Shaoxing Chicken," while her fingers flew across the "Protect the Best Little Rabbit Buns Group" frantically sending messages.
Brothers and sisters! It's confirmed!!
Boss Chen is using his own capital to fight the blockade and the capitalists to the death!
This top-quality state banquet chicken and black pork is only 58 yuan! He's giving us ordinary people a real treat! We can't be ungrateful, let's get this trending on all the major platforms!
Suddenly, Weibo, WeChat Moments, Douyin's local life circle...
Countless high-definition photos of braised pork noodles, glistening red and tempting, and Shaoxing wine chicken, clear and bright like an ink painting, accompanied by the shocking headline "[Chef God Unfazed by Banquet-Level Ingredients Appear, No Price Increase]", transformed into a new, massive wave of heat even more terrifying and intense than yesterday's, igniting the entire city's internet with a deafening roar.
The traffic on the main road outside the old street, which had been somewhat calming down, suddenly erupted again at one o'clock in the afternoon with a series of extremely piercing and dense car horns.
More and more luxury cars, and even trucks with out-of-town license plates, began to surge towards the old street like a tidal wave.
Meanwhile, Su Ang, who was in a meeting at the Su Group building, was completely unaware of all this.