Chapter 195 Jiang Jinsong was angered by Xu Tongdao
Comrade Xu recovered his divergent thoughts, stretched out his right hand in front of Jiang Jinsong who was standing next to him, "Apron!"
"oh."
Jiang Jinsong casually handed a black apron to his hand.
Comrade Xu smiled to himself while putting on his apron.
The apron in the hotel kitchen... had a very long strap, but when he was wearing it, he found that the apron strap could be wrapped around his waist twice.
In the original time and space, when he went to learn to be a chef, he was already in his twenties. At that time, his waist was not as thin as it is now.
yes!
The apron straps in the hotel are very long, but they can wrap around your waist twice, which is a bit exaggerated.
Inexplicably, he thought of an old meme on the Internet: Where is my Diao Chan?
"hat!"
He stretched out his hand in front of Jiang Jinsong again, and Jiang Jinsong put a white paper chef's hat on his hand without saying a word.
Xu Tongdao checked the size of the hat and put it on his head.
Then he tilted his head to indicate to Jiang Jinsong, and strode out of the locker room first. Comrade Xu's face was cold when he came out of the locker room.
As soon as he changed into his chef's uniform, put on his apron, and put on his chef's hat, he seemed to instantly return to his former state as a master ladle chef.
It's like Ultraman has transformed.
His face was cold and his eyes were sharp.
Jiang Jinsong, who was following him, couldn't see his expression and didn't feel anything yet, but as soon as Xu walked into the kitchen, the chefs in the kitchen who had already seen him looked a little surprised when they looked over.
They all felt that Xu Tongdao seemed to be a different person, and his whole temperament had changed a lot.
Someone smiled and nodded to Mr. Xu, who nodded coldly in response.
Someone looked at Tongdao Xu funnyly, but Tongdao Xu only glanced over coldly.
Some people's eyes followed Xu Tongdao's figure, but Xu Tongdao didn't seem to see it.
Returning to his stove, Tongdao Xu raised his hand and knocked on the workbench behind the stove, staring coldly at Wei Xiaokun with a flattering smile on his face.
"Where are the three rags I asked you to prepare! Are you going to let me prepare them myself?"
The smile on Wei Xiaokun's face faltered, and his face quickly turned red due to the sudden embarrassment. However, Comrade Xu's eyes were still cold, "Hurry up and go!"
"Hey, hey! I'll go right away."
Wei Xiaokun hurriedly ran to find a rag.
Jiang Jinsong stood aside and watched coldly.
Then he received the same cold look from Comrade Xu, and the cold look from Comrade Xu was very sharp, "What are you doing standing here? Wei Xiaokun is an apprentice worker. He doesn't know what he should do. It's excusable. You and Jiang Jinsong can do it."
It’s time to cut and mix, what should be done at what time, do you still want me to teach you? Where are the ingredients? Why don’t you bring the ingredients over quickly? The pestle here is like a pile, do you expect someone to chop you up and use it as firewood? "
"Hold the grass..."
A cutting master who had been watching here not far away couldn't help but cursed in surprise when he saw this scene.
In fact, many people in the kitchen were stunned at this time.
It’s not that Xu Tongdao’s venomous words are excessive. In fact, it’s very common for chefs in the kitchen to swear at others even more harshly.
Mainly because Xu Tongdao is too young.
The fur around his mouth hasn't grown hard yet, yet he is so skilled at training people.
Old driver, this is...
Jiang Jinsong, who was scolded by him, was stunned at the time. Then, his old face quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He opened his mouth to refute, but when he faced Comrade Xu's cold and sharp eyes, and when he thought that he had indeed not picked up his work, the confidence to refute suddenly disappeared.
Blushing, he gritted his teeth, lowered his head and left quickly. Not long after, half a sheep was brought in.
And what about Comrade Xu?
Wei Xiaokun was folding the three rags he had just found with his own hands. Each piece was folded neatly and lined up on the workbench.
After coding it, he said to Wei Xiaokun, who had been staring at it: "Just do it like this from now on and finish it for me! This is your job!"
"Hey, I got it, boss!"
Wei Xiaokun was frightened and nodded quickly.
"Xu, Master Xu, what should I do with this sheep?"
Jiang Jinsong, who had just moved half the sheep to the chopping board at the back, opened his mouth several times before finally calling out "Master Xu."
It is estimated that if he didn't know what to do with this half sheep, he would not have called "Master Xu".
This is a major disadvantage of his position when facing the master chef Xu Tongdao.
All the ingredients, how to cut them, how much to cut, how to cut them, etc., he had to listen to the instructions of Xu Tongdao, the master chef.
Otherwise, as long as Comrade Xu says that his cuts are wrong and do not meet the specifications, the more he cuts, the more mistakes he will make. What awaits him later is a scolding from the chef, or even expulsion.
Under normal circumstances, if there is a conflict between a cutter and a spooning master, it is usually the cutter who is unlucky in the end.
This is determined by the importance of each position.
It’s easy to recruit a good cutter.
But it’s not easy to find a good spoon chef.
Tongdao Xu raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Jinsong, then strode over, reached out and took out three kitchen knives from the knife box on the chopping board, and placed them on the chopping board.
A half-used bone chopping knife, a half-used kitchen knife, and a newly purchased stainless steel kitchen knife.
That half-old forged kitchen knife should be what Jiang Jinsong usually uses.
Tongdao Xu picked up the kitchen knife, looked at the width of the blade, and stretched out his fingers to feel the sharpness of the blade.
His face that had regained his composure turned cold again, and he threw the kitchen knife in front of Jiang Jinsong. Comrade Xu didn't look at Jiang Jinsong this time, but what he said was like a slap in the face, "This is what you often use."
Kitchen knife? How many years have you been a chef? Can’t you even sharpen it for a guy who feeds himself? You can’t sharpen a knife, but can you cut vegetables well? Take the time to sharpen the blade by another two centimeters for me! Also,
The edge of the knife was sharpened for me! The edge of your knife is not even a straight line!"
After saying that, Comrade Xu picked up the stainless steel kitchen knife that he had just bought today for making cold dishes. This stainless steel kitchen knife was obviously not forged, but pressed by a machine.
Comrade Xu took it in his hand, glanced at it, and threw it in front of Jiang Jinsong, "I'll sharpen this knife at noon! Can I use the new knife without sharpening it after I bought it?"
Jiang Jinsong: "I just bought this knife this morning. I haven't had time to sharpen it yet..."
Hearing this, Comrade Xu turned to look at him, "I know! So I didn't say anything more about this knife. Now I'll give you half an hour. You go and sharpen the kitchen knife you often use, and bring it over."
!Go quickly!”
At this time, Jiang Jinsong's face was swollen as if blood had been poured on it.
Being lectured one after another by a young man who was at least six or seven years younger than him, he could no longer bear it.
This time, he didn't give in. He couldn't help but blurt out: "My level of sharpening knives is only that high. If you have the ability, come and show me how to sharpen it faster!"