Seeing that "Zhang Dashao" kept his origins secret, Jiang Dachun quit.
He grabbed the opportunity and began to press forward step by step.
"Where do you work? Which restaurant or restaurant are you a chef in? You have to say 'Wan'er' so we can understand, right? Otherwise, why would you say what you mean?"
"Those of us who have been cooking for so long have never seen many of the dishes listed in your recipe. Now I particularly suspect that you made up these dishes and came here to get confused..."
As soon as he said this, Master Pang stopped drying the pebbles in his hands.
"You're farting! Our Master Zhang's craftsmanship is recognized by the whole factory as good. Not to mention our factory director and secretary, even the leaders of the Light Industry Bureau came to inspect and recognized his craftsmanship. Do you know that when the Light Industry Bureau arrived?
In our factory, we never go to restaurants outside for reception meals, so we have to designate Master Zhang to do it..."
This kid's nickname is "Stone". As his name suggests, he is really an honest man.
His clear soup just now was ruined, and he felt very angry.
At this time, I couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to take over for "Zhang Dashao".
But it is a pity that because of limited vision, good intentions end up doing bad things.
His indignant shouting made all the chefs at Tingli Restaurant and Fangshan Restaurant laugh.
"Oh, what am I talking about? What can be kept secret about this? I dare you...I dare you all to be the master chefs of the factory cafeteria? That's no wonder!"
"Ouch, that's great! Why are all the canteen cooks here with their arms akimbo and pretending to be the boss? I said why there are no bear paws on the menu. The shark's fins should also be changed to the taro pork belly from the canteen.
Grilled eggplant with garlic…”
"Haha, did you hear that, I am a chef who specializes in receiving the leaders of the Light Industry Bureau. This job is so big that it can scare people to death! Of course it can't be compared to our skills! Who told us that we can only handle ministerial-level cadres?
Woolen cloth!"
Okay, now not only Shi Shi is embarrassed.
All the "Polar Bear" chefs in the kitchen were very angry, and even Master Chang Jing couldn't stand it.
Master Pang was the first to speak to stop the sarcasm.
"It's just a few of you, but you still want to squeeze people out? It's okay for you to say this to others, but to go crazy with Master Zhang, you don't know the heights of the world! Think back to when Master Zhang was working in Cuihua Building and Fengzeyuan.
, I’m afraid the chef who taught you how to cook won’t even be able to make soup..."
Master Chang Jing also echoed, "Master Zhang has done state banquets, he is a well-deserved cooking master..."
However, their words were only valid for Ning Weimin, Zhang Shihui and the chefs who were staying away from the incident and watching the excitement.
Don't look at Ning Weimin and Zhang Shihui who looked at each other in astonishment on the spot.
Don't look at the chefs who were transferred from other places in the district and immediately started a messy discussion.
These people were all quite surprised that "Zhang Dashao" had such a glorious experience in his career.
However, despite this, the chefs at Tingli Restaurant and Fangshan Restaurant did not believe it at all and continued to burst into laughter.
Especially Jiang Dachun's junior brother Xiao Cha, the one who threw minced meat into the pot and ruined the pot of soup, was even more crazy.
He actually raised his neck and said, "Pull him down, no! If you really have such great ability, why don't you stay in the Great Hall of the People and the Capital Hotel, but work as a cook in the cafeteria? Silly! Who are you confused about? Why not work in Fengzeyuan?
Tou Zao, who also cooks state banquets, can you just say it casually? Then I am still the dedicated chef to cook for Sihanouk and Monique! I can also say that Sihanouk and his wife visited China.
If you don't eat my shit every day, you won't be able to sleep..."
Listen, these words will bring you many grandsons.
But everything has a limit.
This kid really pissed off Ning Weimin by jumping up and down like this.
You know, no matter what we say today, this Xiao Cha is a standard troublemaker.
Mr. Yu, his behavior of throwing minced meat into the broth has caused substantial damage to today's banquet process!
When it comes to personal matters, "Zhang Dashao" was the palace cuisine consultant who helped Ning Weimin the most, and was the most convinced and inseparable from Ning Weimin.
Soon Ning Weimin didn't know how to repay the favor.
This kid dared to insult "Zhang Dashao" in public, where did he put Ning Weimin?
Isn't this the same as slapping Ning Weimin in public?
Therefore, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and Ning Weimin is no longer willing to pretend to be a good person.
There was no time for "Zhang Dashao" to open his mouth. He pointed at Xiao Cha's nose and overturned the car.
"You! Shut up! Take off your clothes and leave! Go home and make your own mess!"
Then he raised his head and shouted, "Besides him, there is no one else who is not willing to do it. Just go ahead and I won't force you!"
These two sentences are like ringing the big bell of the Dazhong Temple, making a "bang" sound.
Immediately, the noise disappeared and the scene was completely silent.
Of course, in two seconds, the temple would be blown up.
Not only did Xiao Cha become anxious, he asked with a pale face, "What did you say? Are you going to shoot me?"
Even the other chefs at Tingli Restaurant and Fangshan Restaurant also shared their hatred.
"Hey, the manager is angry, come and see!"
"Look at what this official is doing! He really treats himself like a green onion! Who is going to use him to cook the pot? I'm done with it. I'm leaving. Let's all go! Let's go together!"
"What are we going to do? Let's go? We are not under his control, so who is he? If it can't be driven, it's not his turn to say..."
Amidst such sarcasm, Jiang Dachun even supported his junior brother, curling his lips and showing a contemptuous smile.
"General manager, you heard me! It's true that everyone is talking about you, but you don't seem to have the power to fire people at will, right?"
"Yes, I know, you are a foreign representative. Maybe capitalist countries develop this. But don't forget, this restaurant is jointly run by three companies. We are also chefs from state-owned units, and we are sent by the Municipal Service Bureau to support
Yours. Sorry, we listened to the tune rather than the propaganda..."
"Let me tell you this, if you want us to leave, you can! First, let's say something ugly up front. Your seat won't be open today, and the responsibility won't be placed on us. Second, you have to get a transfer order from the city bureau. Do you want it?
No? Tsk, you’d better take a rest..."
Jiang Dachun was very proud, which made Xiao Zha energetic again and started shouting.
"That's right! Get the transfer order from the city bureau! Are you there? Are you there?"
What does it mean to fight to the end?
This is!
Because of these words, the atmosphere at the scene was almost tense to the extreme.
Almost everyone in the kitchen stared at Ning Weimin.
Some people guessed that he would become angry.
Some people sympathized with his helplessness.
More people are worried that because he is young and energetic, he will not be able to resist taking action and make the situation completely out of control.
But what happened next, everyone thought wrong.
Because who is Ning Weimin?
That’s the boss who spends his days trying to figure out how to take advantage of the system.
Whether it's rules or human wisdom, they are his tools to manipulate people's hearts and drive others.
How could you restrain your hands and feet on the other hand? Let yourself be restrained so easily?
Instead, he smiled quite freely.
Then there was a hello.
"Zhang Shihui!"
"Why!"
"You go upstairs now and ask Section Chief Qiao to invite the managers of the Municipal Service Bureau and Tingli Restaurant and Fangshan Restaurant to come down. Let's make a handover in person and ask them to help us get rid of these people who want to shit on our necks.
Please come back, Lord Stove. We can’t afford it, so we can only beat gongs and drums to say goodbye!”
"good!"
"By the way, it's easier to ask the gods than to give them away! In this way, don't look like we are stingy. You can bring some money down, pay all these people's wages, and give each person a big red envelope worth fifty. Others won't take it.
We take it seriously, but we must be particular about what we do, and we must do our utmost to be benevolent and righteous..."