Chapter 282 The heroine appears
In the living room, Wang Jianye asked the nanny to bring the remaining four dishes one after another.

The guests were all very satisfied with the meal. As a thank you, Han Peiying gave Wang Jianye two yuan as a reward, which was fifty cents more than what had been agreed upon before.

After Wang Jianye got the money, he gave fifty cents to his apprentice Chen Xiaoyang who worked for him.

"Thank you, Master."

Chen Xiaoyang accepted it happily.

Every time Wang Jianye asked him to help, he would not let him work for free, but would give him some compensation.

If the customer pays more, Wang Jianye will give more, and Chen Xiaoyang will also work hard.

"It's getting late, go back and eat, you have to go to work tomorrow."

After leaving Han Ying's house, Wang Jianye gave Chen Xiaoyang some instructions.

"Okay, I understand, Master. Please ride slower on the road."

After watching Wang Jianye ride away on his bicycle, Chen Xiaoyang pocketed fifty cents and spent fifteen cents to buy a serving of braised liver.

I went home happily to satisfy my younger brothers and sisters.

On the other side, Wang Jianye rode his bicycle very fast and soon returned to the courtyard in front of the gate.

I made a simple homemade boiled noodles at home and burped comfortably after eating it.

"This half-legendary boiled noodles tastes much better than the state banquet-level ones, and it's not so delicious that it makes you cry."

Wang Jianye was able to make this home-cooked noodle dish to legendary level.

But the jump from the state banquet level to the legendary level is not a direct one-step process.

Instead, there is a process in which the level gradually increases and the taste gradually gets better.

Wang Jianye made a bowl of homemade noodles for himself at home, and kept his level at 990 experience points. He was only 10 experience points away from reaching the legendary level.

This kind of home-cooked noodles is very delicious, but not so delicious that it will make you cry.

This is a reflection of Wang Jianye's strong control over a dish as his level continues to improve to this day.

In the past, it would have been difficult for him to achieve such precision.

After all, for a meal of extremely high quality, even the slightest difference will make the meal less perfect and fail to reach the peak level.

After finishing his meal at home and clearing away the dishes, Wang Jianye took out a stack of draft paper from the system space as usual.

He went on to write his third recipe book, “Classics of Fujian Cuisine”.

Prior to this, Wang Jianye had already published "Classics of Shandong Cuisine" in May and submitted "Classics of Sichuan Cuisine" for review.

It is estimated that "Classics of Sichuan Cuisine" will be published in late June.

This Shandong cuisine chef has published a book called “Classics of Sichuan Cuisine”.

I wonder how surprised the people in those Sichuan restaurants will be when that happens.

In order to facilitate writing, Wang Jianye replaced the original 10-watt tungsten filament bulb in his home with a 20-watt one, making the room much brighter at night.

These days, every household is charged an electricity bill, regardless of how much electricity you use.

Instead, there were special people who came to the house to count the light bulbs, and each light bulb cost fifty cents.

Although the wattage of a bulb is not considered when charging electricity bills, bulbs that consume more power will cost more when you buy them.

Many families are reluctant to do so and instead choose to make do with 5-watt or 10-watt bulbs, which are at least brighter than oil lamps.

Wang Jianye wrote until 9:30 in the evening, stretched himself, and looked at the three pages of draft paper he had written:

"Almost done, let's continue writing tomorrow."

In order to ensure the safety of the draft, Wang Jianye did not put it at home, but put it directly into the system space.

"It's so comfortable."

Wang Jianye put his feet into the basin of freshly filled warm water and soaked them for a while, with a satisfied expression on his face.

It is already May, the beginning of summer, but Wang Jianye still maintains the habit of soaking his feet every night.

On the one hand, it is to relax and unwind, and on the other hand, it is to feel clean and comfortable.

"What a pity, I have to wash and massage my feet myself."

Wang Jianye sighed.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the thousand-year-old glaciers melted.

At least during this period of time, you couldn't find a father who was addicted to gambling, a sick mother, a younger brother who went to school, and a sensible girl in the city.

Wang Jianye had to do it himself to have enough food and clothing. …

Every winter in Sijiucheng, people often mention the "Nine Days of Cold", which means that you should not go out during the first and second days of the coldest days, and you should walk on the ice during the third and fourth days of the coldest days...

Peach blossoms bloom during the nine-day winter period, and cotton clothes are worn during the nine-day summer period. There is also a corresponding song about counting the nine-day period in summer.

One thousand nine hundred and twenty-nine, never let go of the fan.

……

Seventy-nine sixty-three, go inside to look for the sheets.

……

Ninety-nine eighty-one, every family is making charcoal.

According to the custom of Sijiu City, counting the nine days starts on the third Geng day after the summer solstice.

It was the end of June, after the summer solstice, and the city began to count the first nine days of the year.

It’s nineteen twenty-nine, and I never let go of my fan because it’s so hot.

Especially in a restaurant kitchen, a lively place with dozens of stoves firing at the same time.

When Wang Jianye was cooking, his apprentices took turns fanning him, serving him tea and wiping his sweat.

Otherwise, most people would not be able to stay while cooking.

At this time, students in elementary schools, middle schools, and universities are beginning their summer vacations or graduating.

Some students did well in the final exams, so their parents brought them to Fengze Garden to have a good meal and satisfy their cravings.

Here, "having a good meal" generally refers to the signature dishes made by Wang Jianye.

A big part of the reason why Fengze Garden is so popular is that the dishes cooked by Wang Jianye are so delicious that they attract a large number of customers.

The food is a bit expensive, but it's so delicious that you won't find it anywhere else.

If you want to eat, you can only come to Fengzeyuan and queue up to order.

It was just past noon, which was when there were the most customers.

There was a long queue in the front hall, and then a table of guests came in.

A middle-aged man with Mediterranean features and a big belly, named Chen Shan.

A kind-looking middle-aged woman named Li Yu.

A beautiful young girl named Chen Kejia.

A little fat boy named Chen Xiaobao.

It was obvious that they were a family coming here to eat. There have been a lot of guests like this recently.

After being guided to sit down by the waiter, he handed over the Fengzeyuan menu.

"Which page is Chef Wang's signature dish?"

Chen Shan asked as he flipped through the books. They came here just for Master Wang.

There is a saying circulating in Beijing recently: If you come to Fengze Garden and don’t order Chef Wang’s dishes, your visit is in vain.

The waiter gave him instructions: "It's on the first page."

Chen Shan had a menu in his hand, which he and Li Yu looked at.

Chen Kejia also had a menu in her hand, which she and the fat boy Chen Xiaobao looked at.

"Dad, I want to eat braised pork."

The fat boy pointed at the number one dish on the menu that belonged to Wang Jianye and shouted to Chen Shan.

Chen Shan ignored him, and Li Yu beside him smiled and scolded:

"You're so fat, try some vegetarian food."

At this time, Chen Kejia raised her head and said, "Dad, I want to eat braised pork."

"Okay, let's order this."

Chen Shan agreed without much hesitation.

This made the little fat boy feel unfairly treated, and he pouted, "Why don't you ask my sister to eat more vegetarian food..."

"First, your sister is not fat. Second, she just graduated from college and is a national talent. What about you? You only got 8 points on the final math test. How can you be so embarrassed?"

(End of this chapter)