Early the next morning, Miao Qiang and his wife went straight to the cafeteria after arriving at the 79th Bureau. The master chef and the waiters in the cafeteria had wonderful expressions when they saw these two living dads. Especially the head chef, Master Liu, had an even more enthusiastic attitude.
It's affectionate.
After explaining his intention, Master Liu smiled and said: "You two, we made arrangements for the bureau yesterday. The newly selected master is called Wang Hai. Before he came to the bureau, he was making flowing mats in the countryside. There is nothing to say about his basic skills, but his craftsmanship
A little worse."
Miao Qiang smiled and said: "You can learn craftsmanship, but you don't know what his character is like? Don't take away Sun Wukong and bring in another monkey. We brothers don't have time to play with him."
Master Liu patted his chest and assured: "You two brothers can rest assured about this. This guy Wang Hai is honest and sincere, so I ask Brother Miao to pay more attention."
At this moment, Master Liu waved his hand towards the distance and shouted: "Wang Hai, put your work aside for a moment and come here."
Following the chef's gaze, I saw a young man in his mid-twenties, thin, withered, and black. He was wearing a large white overalls and a chef's hat on his head, looking this way.
Ran over.
Because he was thin and the work clothes he wore were a few sizes too big, the clothes he wore shook when he ran.
Coming closer, Zhang Zihao couldn't help laughing after seeing his appearance clearly, and said to Miao Qiang: "It looks like him, it really looks like him."
I saw this guy walking around Wang Hai a few times, looking up and down carefully, and then said to Wang Hai: "Come on, you learn a lesson. Haiyan, you should be more careful, look at you!
out!"
Miao Qiang was speechless, and Wang Hai was even more embarrassed and at a loss. The head chef, Master Liu, hurriedly smoothed things over and said: "Wang Hai, these two are here to teach you how to cook. Why don't you talk to them quickly?"
call."
Wang Hai was quite clever. After hearing what the chef said, he nodded hurriedly and said with a bow, "Hello, two masters, thank you for your hard work."
Wang Hai's attitude can be called sincere. In the words of Wang Hai now, this is no joke. Han Wu was such an awesome person before, and everyone can see what happened after he offended these two living fathers.
Yes, it's a lesson learned from the past and I don't want to make the same mistake again.
After introducing the three of them to each other, the head chef went to do his own business. Wang Hai accompanied Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao with a smile on his face, and listened to his flattery: "Two masters, how about we go first?"
Go to the lounge for a while, you two drink some tea and smoke a cigarette, and I'll fry you two side dishes to try?"
Miao Qiang smiled and said: "That's fine, but I'm not a master. You can just call me Lao Miao."
Wang Hai hurriedly shook his head and said: "That's not okay, it's too rude."
"Then call me Brother Miao."
"Okay, Brother Miao and Brother Zhang, you two go to the lounge to rest first, and I'll prepare two dishes."
Seeing him turning around to leave, Miao Qiang hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't worry about cooking. I have to ask you something."
Wang Hai's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself: "What's going on? That's not what the chef said before. Why don't you two act according to the script?"
Zhang Zihao stepped forward, put his arm on his shoulder, put his arm around his neck and said, "Let's go, little guy, Lao Miao wants to talk to you."
Wang Hai was about to cry. He forced a smile and asked, "What do you two brothers want to talk about?"
After seeing his embarrassment, Miao Qiang smiled and said: "Don't worry, I just want to have a casual chat with you to understand some situations."
After arriving at the dressing room and closing the door, Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao sat on the sofa. Wang Hai hurriedly took out the tea leaves and wanted to make tea for the two living fathers.
Miao Qiang smiled and said: "Okay, stop working around. Come and sit down quickly. I'll ask you a few questions."
After hearing Miao Qiang's words, Wang Hai did not dare to neglect, and sat on the sofa opposite him. However, he sat down, but his buttocks were not fully seated, and he only had a side on the sofa.
Seeing this, Miao Qiang secretly laughed in his heart: "Am I so scary?" He wanted to think about it, but said: "Don't be nervous, I asked you to come in because I wanted to get to know you first and see what you are good at.
Cai, I can decide what to teach you based on your actual situation."
After Wang Hai heard what he said, he felt relieved.
At this time, Miao Qiang continued to ask: "I heard Master Liu say before that you were working as a flowing-water mat in the countryside?"
Wang Hai nodded hurriedly and said: "Yes, yes, I am from the countryside. My family was poor when I was a child. When I was ten years old, I followed my father to make banquets for others. You also know that in the countryside, weddings, weddings and other events are all good.
We set up a tent in our yard, set up a table, and invited the chef to cook the stove.
Despite my young age, I am very familiar with the cooking of sashimi, and I have been doing it for ten years before coming to our bureau."
Miao Qiang said "Oh" and then smiled: "Really? Then tell me how many dishes you have learned in the past ten years?"
Wang Hai scratched his head, thought for a while and then smiled and said: "It's not many, just more than thirty dishes. There are seventeen dishes for Baishi'er and eighteen for Hongshier. In addition, I will make Sixi meatballs."
He Liu Tofu is the best. Other things like boiling cabbage, making vermicelli, and mixing with fungus and fried mushrooms are all fine!"
Miao Qiang was speechless and said to himself: "Qiang, you have been cooking these few dishes over and over again for the past ten years. You are really good at it."
Seeing Miao Qiang's ugly face, Wang Hai hurriedly said: "Brother Miao, is it that I can't use these things that I know? In fact, I know it myself, just by asking me to participate in some cooking competition these two times, I just want to catch up with the ducks.
, it’s not embarrassing enough to go anywhere!”
Miao Qiang comforted: "You can't say that. Although you haven't seen any big scenes, you still have the basic skills for more than ten years. While there is still some time, I will teach you a few dishes. If you go to the competition, you will be fine."
It’s not impossible.”
Wang Hai's face lit up after hearing this and asked: "Really?!"
"Of course it's true. I already understand your situation. Now go cook some side dishes and let me try your skills."
"Okay, brothers, wait a moment, I'll be back soon."
Zhang Zihao stopped him at this time and said: "Little brother, what are you going to do? Make me a bowl of pimple soup. I drank a little too much last night. I want a bowl of pimple soup to warm my stomach."
Wang Hai was stunned after hearing this. Zhang Zihao saw this and asked: "What the hell, you can't even make pimple soup, right?"
The expression on Wang Hai's face changed and he smiled and said: "I can do it, I can do it, just wait, I'll come right away."
Pimple soup is a common noodle dish in the north. Unlike soup noodles, it does not make the noodles into the shape of noodles. Instead, it gradually adds water to the dry flour and stirs it continuously with chopsticks to make the flour condense into chopstick heads.
sized gnocchi, then put it into the soup pot to season. You can add vegetables, eggs and other ingredients to the soup according to your own preference.
After it is done, the lumps will be clear and the soup will be thick and salty. Add a few drops of ground sesame oil and take a sip. It will feel so comfortable.
Not long after, Wang Hai brought in the dishes and pimple soup with a few children who were apprentices in the kitchen.
The four side dishes, two cold and two hot, are all side dishes for parents. Although they are not exquisite, the taste is quite decent.
However, the pimple soup was a bit interesting. Miao Qiang frowned, took the spoon in his hand and stirred it in the bowl in front of him, and then said with a wry smile: "Wang Hai, what are you making?"
ah?"
Wang Hai replied seriously: "Geadatang, what's wrong? It doesn't look like it?"
Miao Qiang's eyes widened and he said, "Are you kidding me? There are four lumps in a bowl. Is this lump soup or Sixi meatballs?"
After hearing this, Wang Hai's face collapsed and he said awkwardly: "This one... that one... which one..."
Miao Qiang helplessly shook his head and said: "Okay, stop doing this and that! If you don't know it, just say no, and no one will laugh at you."
At this time, Zhang Zihao smoothed things over and said, "Old Miao, don't scare other people's children. The dumpling soup doesn't look good, but it might taste good!" As he spoke, Zhang Zihao used a spoon to scoop up a dumpling that was bigger than an egg.
Put it into the mouth.
But the next second was tragic. The gnocchi was too big, cooked on the outside but uncooked on the inside. The hot exterior was wrapped in raw flour. After Zhang Zihao put the gnocchi into his mouth and chewed it, it spurted out with a "plop" sound.
A puff of white smoke.
The big lump wrapped in dry flour exploded in his mouth like a smoke bomb. For a moment, white smoke of dry flour sprayed everywhere through his mouth and nose, and the man sitting opposite him
Miao Qiang and Wang Hai were even sprayed in the face!