"It doesn't look like it. The key point is that they are too young? There are two foreigners. Although this competition does not stipulate that foreigners cannot come, but... just look at that middle-aged foreigner who is like a bandit,
Look at that little blond foreigner who looks like he has experience in begging. He doesn’t look like he’s in our line of work.”
Yes, just as the chefs discussed, Huang Xiaobei and others do not look like chefs, especially chefs in star hotels. You must know that chefs eat food all year round.
Delicious food, and then cook delicious food all day long. You say, no matter how delicious this food has been smelling, cooking, and eating for decades, who is not satisfied?
So secretly, most chefs are actually quite bored with cooking, not to mention they often eat delicacies and act like, oh, it’s so boring, eating is so boring, I really want to have a plate of shit to try something new.
It feels like.
So from the behavior of Huang Xiaobei and the others, who acted as if they had never seen the sky before, the chefs clearly concluded that these people were definitely not chefs, and were probably beggars who had sneaked in to beg for food.
No, no, no, he must be a beggar. Even the waiters who work in star-rated hotels all year round have a lot of good reputations and a broad vision. They are not as shameful as these few.
Seeing the pointing eyes around me, I looked at the two Shanghai chefs in front of me with very curious and admiring glances, and they kept asking me which hotel I belonged to. If I really belonged to a beggar gang, I should get something.
Let's go, we'll take it as soon as we can.
Faced with everyone's gaze, Huang Xiaobei wiped his mouth calmly, then approached Weslin who was holding an oxtail in his mouth, and whispered, "Hey, Old Wei, what's the name of the hotel in the Devil's Party?"
Coming?"
Lao Wei thought for a while, "It seems to be called SIPG, right?"
Huang Xiaobei knew it, and immediately, the commissioner sneered at the master chefs around him and said, "Well, we are from the SIPG Hotel." After saying that, Commissioner Huang showed a miserable look, "Oh, everyone.
Uncle, you don’t know, our hotel owner is not a human being, and he doesn’t let us chefs eat well. That’s only once every five days! Do you see the bald head next to me? That’s the one who was bald!
So our food appearance is a little scary, so please forgive me." After saying that, the special correspondent went on to grab barbecue and prawns from Tang Monk, leaving only a group of chefs staring at him dumbfounded, and the special correspondent was still feeling
It's so delicious.
Look at the IQ of this special correspondent, yes, no matter how shameless he eats now, there is no problem.
After hearing Commissioner Huang's answer, the chefs watching nearby looked both understanding and confused.
"SIPG? That SIPG? The Qingdao one? No, they didn't come to this game either."
"I know, I know. I heard that it is a newly opened hotel, so the treatment is almost normal."
"But this is too bad. Even if you just opened it, you won't starve the children like this."
At the same time, Master Pao, who was chatting with several hotel owners, suddenly couldn't help but sneeze. Five minutes later, Master Pao watched helplessly as several chefs walked past him chatting.
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"The Shanghai SIPG Hotel is too poor. Look at how hungry those chefs are. My dear, I haven't seen anyone look so miserable in years."
"Don't tell me, seeing them reminds me of the famine back then. At that time, looking at a little bit of rice was like seeing God, and I stuffed it into my mouth as hard as I could, just like that dark child."
"Hey, I don't know what kind of cooking competition this Shanghai SIPG hotel is here to participate in. The treatment is not good, and the boss sounds like he is not a good person. What age is he, and he is still so stingy? Well, if we meet in the competition again in the future
They, just send them home."
"Yes, you are doing a good thing."
Listening to the conversation of the chefs and seeing the strange looks cast by the bosses around him, Mr. Pao blinked his left eye blankly.
Who the hell are you talking about?
Wait a minute? SIPG, hey, this name is familiar. Hey, isn’t my hotel called SIPG?
At this time, several bosses around who had been chatting happily with Mr. Pao could not help but look at Mr. Pao with complicated eyes, and one of them coughed lightly.
"Well, Boss Liu, what is the name of your hotel?"
"Um, that..."
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While Commissioner Huang and the others were eating their meals shamelessly and not forgetting the reputation of the bad evil party, Master Dao was also caught in a big crisis.
Mayor Zhao just discovered that when Master Dao was talking to them, the expression on his face was a little weird from time to time.
It's not that it's weird, but that while he's talking to himself, he habitually takes his right hand out of his pocket to look at something. After he's finished reading, another person starts mumbling. The most terrifying thing is that when he's mumbling, he
I can still talk to them, but the things they talk about are so weird.
"Chairman Zhang, what do you think of the landscape painting by Zhang Daqian that was auctioned a few days ago?"
"I think that painting is very good. On behalf of our hotel, I would like to thank all the guests for participating..."
Seeing Master Dao's absent-minded look and the way he was staring at the note in his hand with drops of cold sweat streaming down his forehead, Mayor Zhao and the others were all a little confused, wondering what was wrong with this man?
Okay, why am I suddenly confused?
At this time, Karl came behind Master Dao, patted Master Dao's shoulder gently, and pulled Master Dao out of the recitation environment. Carl smiled and pointed to his ear. Master Dao was slightly startled.
Then he nodded with a wry smile and continued to chat with Mayor Zhao and the others, but as before, something like a speech came out of his mouth while chatting.
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Twenty minutes ago, in the slowly descending elevator.
Dao Ye, who was wearing a suit and leather shoes and even sprayed some gel water on his head, was staring at the changing numbers above the elevator seriously. Watching the elevator floor numbers getting smaller, Dao Ye's turbid old eyes had a faint trace of...
A trace of nervousness flashed through, and a trickle of sweat quietly broke out on his old forehead.
After staring at the elevator for a while, Master Dao nervously took out the manuscript prepared for him by Donghuang Hotel from his suit pocket.
Staring at the speech script of less than 300 words in his hand, Mr. Dao was like a student before the exam. He read and re-read and memorized it again and again. Only when he was sure that he had memorized it all, Mr. Tao relaxed.
He took a breath, and then in the weird eyes of Mr. Liu and Karl, Mr. Dao, who kept mumbling, made a few funny gestures, and it seemed that he was preparing to make a few good gestures when speaking.
See if you can add some impression points to yourself.
Looking at the very nervous Master Dao, Karl smiled slightly and then put a miniature headset into Master Dao's ears.
Looking at Karl strangely, Master Dao touched his right ear canal, "Xiao Ka, what are you..."
Karl smiled and explained, "Chairman, don't worry, if you accidentally forget your words, I will give you some tips below." After saying that, Karl also tapped the identical headset on his ear.
Master Dao breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time cast a grateful look at Karl.
Master Sun and Master Liu on the side also comforted Mr. Dao and said, "Brother, don't be nervous. Even if Xiao Ka is not here, you will definitely be fine. Just go up and speak with confidence. Anyway, we will definitely take the lead in applauding you."
"Hehehe, what am I nervous about? Aren't you nervous? It's just a small competition. There's nothing to be nervous about. By the way, when we arrived at the venue, everyone paid attention to their image. In a word, we are a very big family.