socalfunplaces Chapter 267
Chapter 267
In the current situation of Meng Changyue, if Meng Haisheng directly reports him anonymously, he will at most be closed for a few days. Once the storm is over, he will definitely continue to open.
Since Meng Haisheng has taken action, he will naturally give him a fatal blow.
The two came out of Baiwei Restaurant, and Teng Ze took Meng Haisheng to a small and inconspicuous shop.
"Don't look at this shop's small front, but the food inside tastes really good."
Teng Ze took Meng Haisheng into the shop and found a seat to sit down.
"Boss, give me two bowls of stewed meat. Put more minced garlic in one bowl. My friend is eating it for the first time. Let's not scare him."
Boss He of the stewed meat shop laughed.
"Xiao Teng, you have eaten my stewed meat before. It definitely doesn't have any earthy smell. Let your friend eat it boldly."
While Boss He was talking, he took out various ingredients from the big pot, chopped them up, put various small ingredients in the bowl, and brought them to Meng Haisheng.
"Brother Haisheng, please try the food. I have been eating here for several years. It is very famous here."
"Okay, I'll try it."
Meng Haisheng is not very picky about food. Although the stewed pork tastes a bit strong, he still eats it with relish.
"It tastes really good."
"I have been a disciple and learned the skills. Although I am not particularly outstanding among my fellow apprentices, I am very good at stewing pork."
At this point, Boss He sighed and changed the topic to talk about other famous foods in Beijing.
While chatting, Meng Haisheng quickly searched for memories of his previous life in his mind.
If he wanted to squeeze out Meng Changyue's restaurant, he must open a restaurant, hotel or something like that.
Whether it is a restaurant or a hotel, the dishes must be ranked first.
He must find a chef with outstanding ability.
Thinking of this, Meng Haisheng remembered the chef Ming Shijie whom he had met at a private restaurant.
He was already rich at that time, and often entertained guests in Ming Shijie's small restaurant. After a few visits, he became familiar with Ming Shijie. During the casual chat, he learned that Ming Shijie was so poor that he could not even afford to eat in the 1980s.
He was not good at speaking at that time, and even though he had a lot of skills, he could not find a job.
Later, he experienced too much hardship, and even though he was not good at speaking, he was honed.
Later, he relied on his reputation as a descendant of the imperial chef to make a comeback and set up his own private restaurant.
According to the time, Ming Shijie should still be suffering in Beijing.
But it is not easy to find someone in the vast sea of people in Beijing.
"Boss He, I want to ask you about someone."
"Who? As long as he is a famous chef in our industry, there is no one that I, Ho Tung, don't know."
"He is not a famous chef. His name is Ming Shijie. He is a very good chef."
"Well, you really found the right person. Ming Shijie is my senior brother. We are from the same master. Unfortunately, we have only acquired a lot of skills, but because of our background, we can only live in a muddle."
When Ho Tung mentioned his past with Ming Shijie, he was really sad.
"Boss He, can you help introduce him?"
"Boss Meng is too polite. Let's go. I will take you to find him now. He should be sleeping at home now."
As he said that, Ho Tung took off the apron around his waist and threw it to his wife. He took Meng Haisheng and Teng Ze out of the store together.
The group went around to the backyard, and He Dong pushed open an old wooden door and shouted into the door, "Brother, get up quickly, someone is looking for you."
As the wooden door opened, Meng Haisheng smelled a strong smell of alcohol in the room.
He didn't rush into the house, and waited for a while before going in.
The light in the house was very dim in the daytime, and a musty smell mixed with the smell of alcohol made Meng Haisheng feel a little nauseous.
"Is he drunk?"
Meng Haisheng stepped forward and opened the only small window to let the sunlight in.
"My brother has been drinking to relieve his sorrow since he broke up."
Meng Haisheng stood under the window and looked at the bed, only to see He Dong dig Ming Shijie out of the quilt.
That was really dug, because the bed was full of dirty clothes.
Ming Shijie, who was disheveled, was woken up and frowned unhappily.
"Junior brother, what are you doing here? I don't want to eat braised pork anymore. The smell of braised pork makes me sick."
"I'm not here to bring you braised pork. I'm here to bring you a noble person."
Ming Shijie, who seemed to be half awake, opened his eyes and looked at the two young men in front of him. He was confused.
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
Ming Shijie sat up, rubbing his painful forehead. He drank a little too much last night, and it was strong liquor.
He felt that his mind was not very clear even after sleeping until now.
"I want to cooperate with you to open a restaurant."
Meng Haisheng's voice fell, causing Ming Shijie to laugh.
"Little comrade, I don't think you are from Beijing. Don't think you can open a restaurant in Beijing just because you have a little money. Do you know how many gourmets there are in Beijing?"
"If you don't open it well, you will lose all your money."
Being laughed at by Ming Shijie, Meng Haisheng's eyebrows twitched.
"Wait until you wake up, I thought the descendants of the imperial chef could at least talk to me like a normal person. With your appearance, I am afraid I was wrong."
As he said this, Meng Haisheng walked out.
Ming Shijie, who was stabbed by him, rolled off the bed with a roar. He rubbed his arm that was hurt by the fall and climbed up and walked out.
"Wait a minute, why am I not normal?"
Meng Haisheng turned his head and looked at Ming Shijie.
"Look in the mirror yourself."
There was a mirror in Ming Shijie's room. He walked to the sink and there was a piece of mirror fragment there.
In the mirror, Ming Shijie was disheveled, with untidy beard, slightly red eye circles, and eye bags as black as a panda.
He looked extremely haggard.
He rubbed his hair vigorously, feeling very angry.
"I've only become like this recently. I used to be clean."
Ming Shijie valued his identity as a descendant of the imperial chef very much, and he would never bring shame to the ancestors of the imperial chef.
"Really?"
"Of course, if you don't believe me, ask my junior brother."
Seeing that Ming Shijie finally spoke like a normal person, Meng Haisheng said, "Go wash your face and clear your mind, and we'll find a place to talk."
Meng Haisheng left the yard.
Ming Shijie knew that he looked no different from a beggar, so he washed his hair and face and changed into a relatively clean set of clothes.
While he was washing his face, he asked He Dong about Meng Haisheng's origins.
"Junior brother, you are really amazing. You brought him here without even knowing him."
"I am not doing this for your own good. If you continue to be so decadent, your hands will be useless."
He Dong glared at Ming Shijie unhappily. Just because of a broken heart, Ming Shijie was like a lost soul, living a life of drunkenness and dreaming all day long. If he continues like this, his hands will not be useless, but he will be useless.
Half an hour later, Ming Shijie finally packed up.
"Boss He, is there a teahouse nearby?"
"Yes, there is a small teahouse at the entrance of this alley."
The four of them walked along the dilapidated alley.
"Are you sober now?"
"Awake."
Ming Shijie shrank his neck inexplicably. He always felt that when he talked to Meng Haisheng, there was an invisible pressure enveloping him, which made him a little afraid to talk to Meng Haisheng.
They soon arrived at the teahouse.
The small teahouse was not big, with two floors upstairs and downstairs.
There were several tables of guests drinking tea on the first floor. Meng Haisheng went to the second floor and found a slightly secluded table to talk.