Brother Feng and Amei: A breakout battle for catering in the world of fireworks
Chapter 1: Fireworks start, enthusiasm begins
At four o'clock in the morning, at the wholesale market, the smell of fish mixed with the sour smell of rotten vegetable leaves fermented in the humid air. Brother Feng was riding a second-hand electric tricycle, with freshly picked green crabs stacked in the compartment. The hemp rope on the crab claws was soaked in water and was falling heavily. Amei, who was in the passenger seat, was wrapped in a down jacket that had turned white from washing. She was holding a crumpled purchase order in her hand, and her pen tip repeatedly circled the line "Jiwei shrimps are reduced by two yuan per catty."
"Cut off another fifty cents?" When Amei raised her head, the white air she exhaled just hit Brother Feng's turned face. The tips of their noses were red from the cold, resembling sugar oranges that had not been sold years ago.
Brother Feng grinned widely, with the oil stains from cleaning the stove last night still stuck in the fine lines at the corners of his eyes: "The boss's wife has the final say. But you have to keep an eye on Lao Wangtou's scale - last time there were three kilograms of shrimps, and when I got home, I weighed only two kilograms and seven taels."
This is the third month of trial operation for "Meiji Restaurant". The store is located in the gap between the old city and the new business district. The front door is a renovated old rented house. The walls have just been painted with off-white latex paint. A log sign hangs at the door. The four words "Mei Ji Xiao Guan" were written by Feng Ge, who asked an old friend to write them. There is a strong energy in his writing.
Brother Feng, whose real name is Zhang Feng, worked in the kitchen of a five-star hotel for the first half of his life. He rose from an apprentice to a Cantonese chef. At his peak, his "Crispy Roasted Goose" kept diners waiting for two hours. Amei was his childhood friend. She worked as an administrator in an office building for ten years, facing reports and coffee machines every day. Until the day the company laid off employees, she stood on the street holding a cardboard box and looked at the glass of the restaurant opposite.
