At seven o'clock in the morning, the Chinese restaurant officially opened for business, and our comrade Dali also started his day's work as a cook.
The so-called kitchen helper is actually someone who does odd jobs in the kitchen, such as chopping vegetables, washing vegetables, etc. In short, he does all the groceries in the kitchen.
Originally, Comrade Dali thought he couldn't do it, but he didn't expect that it was very easy to get started, as if he had done this before.
In this way, as time passed day by day, our comrade Dali gradually adapted to this kind of life.
On this day, in the kitchen, after the vegetables had just been put into the frying pan, Yang's father suddenly covered his stomach and said to Dali: "Dali, my stomach is a little uncomfortable. Please help me push it first."
Father Yang is both the owner and the chef of this Chinese restaurant.
When Dad Yang handed the spoon to his hand and left, Dali was a little confused.
"Hey, Uncle Ping, I can't cook!"
Unfortunately, Father Yang has disappeared like a rabbit and can no longer hear any sound.
what to do?
Dali held the spoon and didn't know what to do.
Looking at the eggplant that was almost stubbled in the oil pan, Dali had no choice but to bite the bullet.
I don't know why, but as soon as he stood next to the stove, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, his whole temperament changed, and his eyes became sharp.
I saw Dali move his hands together, the dishes in the pot flew around, and the spoon in his hand flew into a red and white picture.
The whole movement was done in one go, like a completed work of art.
After a while, the dishes in the pot were freshly baked.
After turning off the fire on the stove, Dali returned to his original state of confusion in his eyes, as if he who was cooking just now was not him at all.
When the waiter Xiaoqian came to the kitchen to serve the dishes, she found that Dali was the only one in the kitchen. She immediately asked out of curiosity: "Brother Dali, why are you alone in the kitchen? Where is Uncle Ping?"
Although Uncle Ping is the owner of this restaurant, he is kind-hearted and treats everyone well, so the waiters in the store always call him Uncle Ping affectionately.
"Uncle Ping had a stomachache and went to the bathroom." Dali explained casually.
"Then what should we do? There are still many customers waiting to be served?" Xiaoqian stamped her feet anxiously.
Xiaoqian has fair skin and is a cute and dewy girl. When there are no classes in school, she works part-time here.
"What does it smell like?" Suddenly, Xiaoqian seemed to smell something and couldn't help but sniff her nose and asked.
Soon I found a plate of eggplants in oil, and I didn’t think much about it. I thought it was cooked by the boss before he went to the toilet. He immediately stared at the dish with bright eyes and a salivating expression.
Why haven’t you noticed that Uncle Ping’s cooking is so delicious before?
Xiaoqian thought secretly in her heart, and couldn't help but swallow her saliva and said: "It looks very appetizing at first glance, I really want to take a bite!"
Dali immediately laughed, feeling that this cute girl was so cute, and said, "Try it if you want, she's already gone crazy anyway."
Naturally, it is impossible to serve such dishes to guests again, so Dali said this.
"Isn't this good?" Xiaoqian said hesitantly. Although the boss had never considered her as a waiter, if the fierce boss lady found out, she would definitely be scolded.
"It's okay. It's a waste to leave it here anyway. I won't tell the boss lady."
Xiaoqian was immediately moved, and immediately took a pair of chopsticks to taste it, and her smart eyes widened in an instant.
"Does it taste bad?" Seeing Xiaoqian's expression, Dali asked embarrassedly.
Hearing this, Xiaoqian seemed to have just realized what she was doing, and shouted excitedly: "No, it's so delicious, even better than what the chefs in big hotels make."
As she said this, Xiaoqian licked a smear of soup from the corner of her mouth, looking like she was still unsatisfied!
Dali was stunned and said in disbelief: "Is it as exaggerated as you said?"
"If you don't believe it, try it yourself."
After saying that, he handed the chopsticks in his hand to the man, but after passing it over, he regretted it a little, and his face turned red inexplicably.
Dali took the chopsticks without thinking about it, picked up some eggplant and put it in his mouth to chew. It was not as exaggerated as Xiaoqian said, but it looked pretty good. Even though the eggplant seemed a bit messy, it didn't affect the taste very much.
"Is this really made by Uncle Ping? I have never eaten such delicious oil-soaked eggplant." Xiaoqian looked very satisfied.
"Actually, I made this dish!" Dali said awkwardly from the side.
"What, you said you cooked this dish?"
Xiaoqian stared at Dali in disbelief, her big eyes, and her expression at the moment, her cuteness became more and more obvious.
"Yeah, Uncle Ping got upset as soon as he poured the vegetables into the pan, so I had to bite the bullet. I thought the food would be terrible?" Dali touched the back of his head.
, said embarrassedly.
"Brother Dali, when you were in mainland China, weren't you the chef in a hotel?" Xiaoqian put away her shocked expression and asked curiously.
"Maybe!" Dali smiled awkwardly, trying to get through.
Although Xiaoqian was a little confused about Dali's answer, she was simple-minded and did not continue to ask any more questions.
She didn't know much about this young and handsome cook who had just arrived. She only knew that he was a relative of the boss and came from the mainland.
"Uncle Ping hasn't come back yet, and the guests are urging me. How about you cook the rest of the dishes? Your cooking is so delicious anyway!" Xiaoqian suggested.
"This... okay!" Dali hesitated for a moment and then agreed, even if it was just a temporary help! I don't know when Uncle Ping will be able to come out of the bathroom because he has a stomachache, and it wouldn't be good to keep the guests waiting.
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Seeing that Dali agreed, Xiaoqian's face suddenly showed joy and said, "I'll go and appease the guests outside first, and I'll leave the rest to you, okay?"
With that said, he quickly ran out.
Dali looked at the menu left by Xiaoqian. Although the name of the dish was inexplicably unfamiliar, for some reason, the recipe for this dish immediately emerged in his mind.
In about ten minutes, Dali prepared all the dishes that Xiaoqian had left.
When Xiaoqian came in again and looked at these freshly baked dishes that were full of color, flavor and flavor, she was particularly shocked.
I didn’t expect that a small helper chef could have such cooking skills, but why didn’t the boss lady let him cook? It’s really strange!
Xiaoqian thought doubtfully in her heart.
Xiaoqian quickly put several dishes on the cart, exited the kitchen, and delivered them to the guests' tables according to the seat numbers marked before.
At this time, in the restaurant living room, a woman who looked easy-going and had an aristocratic temperament was sitting at a dining table by the window, looking at the flow of people outside the window and wondering what she was thinking.
When Xiaoqian placed several plates of dishes in front of her, the woman was immediately attracted by a very pleasant aroma and gradually withdrew her gaze.
Looking at these exquisite dishes in front of her, if she hadn't known that she was just visiting an ordinary Chinese restaurant, she would have thought they were made by a famous chef from a big hotel.
The woman picked up her chopsticks and took a small bite, and suddenly a delicious taste that she had never experienced before bloomed in her taste buds. In a happy mood, she temporarily forgot all her worries and tasted the other dishes carefully.
As the movements of picking up food became more frequent, she soon ate all the dishes on the table, which was almost never the case for her.
However, these dishes are really delicious!
"Lady Boss!" After putting the chopsticks on the table and wiping the corners of her mouth with restaurant paper, the woman called the boss lady.
"What's the matter, guest?" Mother Yang looked at the woman with a smile on her face. Although the woman in front of her looked friendly, she gave people a noble feeling.
"Where did you hire your cook?" the woman asked.
"Cook?" Yang's mother was stunned and asked with some confusion: "Is this dish not to your liking? Guest!"
The woman shook her head and said: "This dish is quite good. I have eaten many dishes cooked by chefs in five-star hotels, but they are incomparable with yours! Can you invite him to come out? I want to give him a high salary
Hire him as a chef in our hotel."
"This..." Yang's mother was a little confused.
Is this talking about your own cook?
It's more delicious than the food in a five-star hotel. Are you sure you're not kidding me?
As the proprietress of this Chinese restaurant, how could she not know her husband's cooking skills?
Also, are you poaching yourself openly?
Many of the customers are old customers here. They have been eating the dishes here for more than ten years, and they have never seen this woman speak so exaggeratedly.
Some unbelieving guests personally tasted the dishes that had just been placed on the table, and were immediately conquered by the delicious food in their hands. They could guarantee that this was the most delicious dish they had ever eaten in their lives.
"When did Lao Yang's skills improve, he has already caught up with the chefs in five-star hotels." A diner who often comes here said.
"Why is a five-star chef? Didn't you hear the girl say that this dish is more delicious than anything made by a five-star chef?" said another older man.
"Just believe what people say!"
"Don't believe it yet. As soon as I saw this woman, I knew that she behaved well and spoke well. She must be someone who has seen the world. She must have eaten in a five-star hotel before she dared to say such a thing. And you didn't listen to me.
Tell me, I want to hire Lao Yang to their hotel with a high salary."
Listening to the mutterings coming from around her, although Yang’s mother didn’t know why her husband’s food suddenly tasted so delicious, she still asked bravely: “Who are you?”
"I am Zheng Shuangshuang!" the woman said with a smile.
"Are you that Zheng Shuangshuang from the Peninsula Hotel!" Yang's mother asked with her eyes wide open.
Zheng Shuangshuang's name is very popular in the ears of Xiangjiang people. How could Yang's mother not know about it? What's more, she is also a woman, so she will naturally pay more attention to her.
Zheng Shuangshuang nodded immediately, and the restaurant immediately exploded.
"Let me just say that this woman is not an ordinary person!" The person who just said that Zheng Shuangshuang behaved well and spoke well looked at the people around him triumphantly and said as if he had already seen through the mystery.