Chapter 275 No Matter How Small

In the end, Cha Kuiyuan was only told to go to Quanjude to buy duck, and then he was driven out by Zhang Shouchun.

Cha Kuiyuan stood at the gate of the courtyard, completely confused and puzzled. Just then, Old Zhao, who had gone out for a drink, came back staggeringly humming a little tune.

Cha Kuiyuan grabbed him and said, "Old Zhao, what's wrong with the duck at Quanjude?"

Old Zhao was drunk and dazed, his eyes were blurry and he answered with slurred words: "What duck? I don't like duck, I like duck heads. Hehe, duck heads are so good, they are tasty, I lick them and drink them."

"But why is the duck head so thin today?"

Seeing that he could not get anything out of him, Cha Kuiyuan had no choice but to help Old Zhao back to the gatehouse, and turned away as Aunt Zhang scolded Old Zhao.

"What's wrong with this duck? It's thin? So what?"

Coincidentally, at a swimming pool, a man was smiling and asking the person across from him: "What's wrong with the duck from Quanjude? And the mutton from Donglaishun. Some people said that they are not as delicious as before.

It is impossible that after the socialist transformation, the taste of our mutton is not as good as the original private ones, right? Haha, is it possible that the mutton of capitalism is not delicious under socialism?

Before, their capitalist business was booming, and now that they are socialist, their business should be even more prosperous than before.”

"You are right." Leader Chen replied with a smile: "I have noticed this problem and have investigated it thoroughly."

"One reason is that after the public-private partnership, the scale of the store expanded blindly, increasing three times compared to the original; the number of staff required also increased several times, the skills varied, the meat was cut thinly and thickly, and the temperature of the roast duck was not well controlled."

"Another reason is that now the supply and marketing cooperatives are in charge of unified purchase and sales. Donglaishun used to use small-tailed sheep from Xikou, but now uses old sheep and goats, and most of them are frozen meat. The ducks used by Quanjude used to be specially raised force-fed ducks, which had to be force-fed with millet and mung beans after 100 days of age, but now they use ordinary old ducks on the market."

After making an investigation and explanation, he went on to say the solution: "The unified purchase and sale in the market cannot be leveled overnight. Products that should be more expensive should still be more expensive, and products of poor quality should be eliminated. This can both mobilize the enthusiasm of merchants and improve product quality."

"In addition, we also need to change our mindset in business management. We cannot just rely on enthusiasm, but we need to train professional business management talents and see how capitalists manage. We cannot simply deny it. We need to learn from the good ones. Only in this way can we demonstrate the superiority of the socialist system."

"Good!" He made the final decision. "This is our attitude of seeking truth from facts to solve problems!"

He smiled and said to the leaders who were meeting with him: "As the saying goes, there is nothing trivial for the masses, so our work should be more meticulous. We should meet the people's growing material needs and ensure that they have food to eat and eat well. This is also the purpose of our work."

"Yes, we are already discussing the rectification plan, and it is expected to be issued after a formal discussion at the government meeting in a month."

"Haha, great."

A hearty laugh rang out in the room.

Cha Kuiyuan had no idea that his superiors had already noticed this problem and started to work on a solution, so he simply didn't go home and went straight to Quanjude in Qianmen.

Although Quanjude in Qianmen is well-known, Cha Kuiyuan does not come here very often. Before the public-private partnership, Quanjude, Bianyifang, and Wellcome in Bamiancao all provided take-out services.

Although the taste may be a little worse, you don’t have to squeeze into a table with others, and you won’t be reported for eating out frequently and leading a decadent life.

This is his first time to visit Quanjude after its public-private partnership.

As soon as he got off the tricycle at the door, he felt something was wrong. Why did it feel so deserted? The lobby on the first floor was not full, and there was no bustling chatter or the sound of people urging customers to order food.

He also observed that some diners would call the waiter and manager after taking a few bites, point at the duck, and then pack up and take it away.

He took a step back and looked up to confirm the "Quanjude" sign. What? "Minzu Restaurant"? The sign was changed?

He looked around at the door and the house number. The house number was correct, and it was still a tall wooden door with two layers of red paint and tung oil.

Cha Kuiyuan felt dizzy about what happened today. Was it because he couldn't keep up with the development of the times?
After hesitating for a moment, he stepped into the "Minzu Hotel".

There was no receptionist at the store entrance, nor after entering the store. Cha Kuiyuan stood in the store at a loss as to what to do next. Should I find an empty table to sit down, or continue to wait for the waiter to come and greet me?

"Are you Master Cha, no, Comrade Cha?"

"Ah, it's me." "Hey, it's been a while since I've seen you come to take care of our business. Are you alone today or have you made a reservation?"

"Today I am alone, the hall will do."

"Okay, come with me."

Finally, an old waiter recognized Cha Kuiyuan and came over to seat him at a round table for four in the hall. Then the two of them began to look at each other in confusion.

Cha Kuiyuan was waiting for the waiter to announce the dishes and serve the duck embryo; the waiter was waiting for him to order.

Finally, the waiter asked tentatively, "Comrade Chacha, would you like to order first?"

"Ah! Oh, then let's start with four cold dishes as appetizers, and four hot dishes to go with the wine. The duck embryo should be fatter." Cha Kuiyuan ordered the dishes according to his previous habit, and then the two of them stared into each other's eyes again.

Cha Kuiyuan waited for the clerk to come over and choose the duck embryos, and then marked them with a brush.

The clerk was thinking about how to explain: "Well, four cold and four hot, I'll arrange it for you, but Comrade Cha, we don't have duck embryos for selection now."

"Ah, how to roast a duck without duck embryo?" Cha Kuiyuan was at a loss.

"There is no duck selection process now." The clerk explained with a wry smile.

"Oh, then let's follow the current rules."

店员还是没动，察奎垣眨眨眼，反应过来，赶忙从兜里掏出一小摞钞票——去年刚刚发行的人民币，金额为10元、5元、3元、2元、1元、5毛、2毛、1毛、5分、2分、1分。

"You need to pay first, right? Is 10 yuan enough?" Cha Kuiyuan took out a 10-yuan note, commonly known as the Big Black Ten.

The clerk didn't take the money, but pointed to the counter at the door and said apologetically, "Comrade Cha, you have to go to the counter to pay."

"Oh, okay, okay." Cha Kuiyuan got up with the money and went to the counter.

The clerk followed him and reported the menu to the counter. The clerk at the counter had a blank expression on his face. He picked up the abacus, shook it up and down, and put it back on the counter. It clattered a few times and said, "Eight dollars and fifty-three cents."

After settling the bill, Cha Kuiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and could finally sit down and wait for the food to be served.

Four cold dishes were served quickly. Cha Kuiyuan took a bite and tasted it slowly. The more he ate, the more he frowned and swallowed with difficulty.

The same was true for the hot dishes, which did not taste as good as before. The Beijing rice wine was not even hot when it was served, and we had to wait a long time for the roast duck to be served.

The clerk's technique in slicing the duck was fine, but why is the duck so skinny now...

The color is not as golden and rich as before, and it is not as mouth-watering and tempting.

Although Cha Kuiyuan didn't count, he was sure that the duck was not sliced ​​into 108 pieces.

He ate the duck skin first. He picked up a piece and dipped it in some white sugar. As soon as he put it in his mouth, his eyebrows were pulled together.

It's overcooked, burnt and dry, and tastes like chewing wax.

I picked up another piece of duck meat with skin and meat, dipped it in some sweet noodle sauce without wrapping it in lotus leaf pancake, and put it in my mouth.

Is this roast duck? I couldn’t even chew it, and didn’t care about wasting it, so I spat it out.

He couldn't bear it any longer, and slammed the table hard, shouting at the counter: "Where are your store manager and manager? What kind of duck are you making now?"

　I thought all book lovers knew about this paragraph, and I had not originally planned to write it in such detail, but I am writing it out now.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)