The next day, Zhou Xiaomei came to the Central Kitchen store to check the training status of the employees at the two stores in Baotou.
When we arrived, Yang Zhijun was busy in the kitchen, and the store manager Mulan was doing routine inspections before starting the meal.
"Sister Xiaomei, will the two store managers be back soon?" Mulan asked.
The store manager is doing an internship in a provincial capital, and she is responsible for employee training here.
"It's almost there, there are still two days." Zhou Xiaomei said, and then asked: "Is his grandma taking the child?"
Mulan gave birth to a fat boy years ago. Yang Zhijun was so happy that her grandparents were so happy that they all came to Hohhot.
"Well, I'll go back and feed you at noon." Mulan's face was filled with the glory of motherhood.
"You are in good health and have enough milk, so the baby will not suffer."
"Well, let me tell you, Sister Mei, it will hurt even if I don't breastfeed."
Even though he was a stranger, he still blushed when he said this and lowered his voice consciously.
The two women laughed.
"It's hard to recruit waiters. Most of them are older people, and they won't work in Baotou as soon as they hear about it." Mulan said about the practical problems she is currently facing.
It's really hard to recruit waiters. The younger ones don't like the job and find it tiring. The older ones all have families and businesses, old people and children, so it's impossible for them to abandon their homes and careers and go to other places.
"Have you ever sent a waiter over to Baotou?" Zhou Xiaomei asked, frowning at the same time.
"Give them away, not many, twelve," Mulan replied.
"It's a long way to go. How many can we recruit here?"
"Eight."
"This is just enough for one store------"
The two of them looked at each other for a while, then fell silent, and began to worry about the waiter.
After a while, Mulan muttered to herself: "Every family has a child, who treats it like a treasure and is unwilling to send it to a restaurant. Nowadays, children are also difficult to control. They have their own personalities, whether they talk or not.
If you don't feel right at all, just give up."
"I really don't know what they can do in the future------" Zhou Xiaomei said along the way.
"You're too old------I can't stand it, especially those little boys who look like little girls, with their eyebrows drawn, their eyes painted, their eyes pierced with lipstick, and their ears pricked."
Zhou Xiaomei smiled and said helplessly: "Pseudo--"
"My child says I don't want him to do that, and it makes me uncomfortable just looking at him."
"------"
"Your child is sensible and like a little man."
What is good for the farmers is good for the children themselves.
Zhou Xiaomei smiled proudly, brought the topic back and said, "Try to recruit as many people as possible. I'll be on my way and talk to the employees and introduce them to each other. It will be easier to recruit."
"By the way, Sister Mei, the employee asked if I would be given extra points for introducing someone to you? I guess extra points would make the introduction easier than giving money," Mulan said.
Zhou Xiaomei didn't expect this method. After thinking about it, she thought it was a good idea, but she had to discuss it with Lao Tan. So she said to Mulan: "I will discuss it with Mr. Tan and give you an answer tomorrow."
The kitchen, which usually accommodates twenty-six people, now holds nearly forty people, making it seem a bit crowded.
Yang Zhijun saw Zhou Xiaomei coming in and walked over to say hello.
"What are your instructions from Mr. Zhou?" Yang Zhijun smiled playfully. He and Zhou Xiaomei were enemies, and they would fight each other when they met.
Yang Zhijun, who is 1.72 meters tall, looks half a head shorter than Zhou Xiaomei who is wearing high heels.
Zhou Xiaomei deliberately straightened her body and said condescendingly: "I don't have any instructions. I just want to see if your skin is tight."
Zhou Xiaomei, a former athlete, not only has a good figure, but also has extraordinary skills. Every time she fights Yang Zhijun alone, she suffers. It's not that she can't beat her, but no one dares to take action. In this regard, beautiful women have an absolute advantage.
Yang Zhijun grinned.
Zhou Xiaomei glanced at the kitchen full of people and asked, "What's going on? Are they all here?"
"No, we gathered here for a meeting today. Yesterday there were two people who had a fight and criticized each other. I will go to the Haidong store to make a batch later, and the stall boss will go to the store outside the Great Wall for an internship." Yang Zhijun said seriously.
"Have everyone been recruited?" Zhou Xiaomei asked, worried that the kitchen would be as difficult to recruit as the front desk.
"about there."
"Okay, that's good." Zhou Xiaomei praised.
"You didn't even look at who I was." Yang Zhijun raised his face and immediately felt that it was disrespectful to raise his face. He quickly turned his head and gave Zhou Xiaomei the back of his head.
Zhou Xiaomei curled her lips, ignored him, and walked straight towards the dumpling room.
"Would you like to go to my house for roast meat tonight?" Yang Zhijun called from behind.
Zhou Xiaomei didn't look back, she stretched out her hand and shook it.
The five dumpling workers in the dumpling room were preparing dumplings. They all smiled and nodded when they saw Zhou Xiaomei. Zhou Xiaomei also smiled and entered the stuffing room. Yaru was instructing two interns to mix the noodles, and Li Zhiwen was mixing the stuffing, followed by
Suya.
Li Zhiwen is Yaru's apprentice. He originally learned from Meng Meng, but the two of them were in the same relationship, and they got tired of teaching each other and ended up delaying things.
Yang Zhijun came up with a plan and transferred Li Zhiwen to the central kitchen store to follow Yaru, so that both of them could work normally.
Su Ya is now an old man and is preparing to be transferred to Baotou to become a master.
By the way, her younger brother, Manghan Baoritu, seems to have enlightened himself, his temperament has become docile, he cooks dumplings well, and he also does his work neatly. He rushes to do the dirty work without complaining. At that time, Master Liu and Meng Mengdu
I don't want him to work there, but now I can't bear to let him go, treating him as a treasure.
People, I don’t know when I will learn it well.
As the saying goes, those who love you will love you back, and those who love you will love you back. When you treat people with kindness and open-mindedness, what you get back must be kindness and gratitude.
Zhou Xiaomei and Yaru chatted about dumplings for a while. Yaru asked about Zhang Li's condition. Zhou Xiaomei told her that everything was fine and she was just waiting to recover slowly.
"It's okay, it's fine. I found it early." Yaru said with emotion.
Zhou Xiaomei nodded yes, and then said: "We should also check frequently, just in case."
"No, you should do a full body massage every year." Yaru said.
"Yes, at our age, we have to pay attention to our health. Physical fitness is more important than anything else."
"The one who should be checked most is Lao Tan, he—"
Yaru sighed, feeling that it was inappropriate to mention Lao Tan in front of Zhou Xiaomei.
Zhou Xiaomei said: "When he comes back, you can persuade him and ask him to check it out."
Yaru smiled bitterly and said, "Can he listen to me? His wife will take care of it."
At this time, Su Ya on the side said: "Soak dandelions in water and drink to lower blood pressure. I called my aunt back home and asked her to help dry some at home and bring them to Mr. Tan after drying."
"I've also heard that drinking dandelion water will help your health------" Yaru said.
Zhou Xiaomei said: "The most important thing is not to drink. My brother-in-law - hum!"
The meaning is self-evident. Asking him to stop drinking would cost him his life.
In fact, thinking about it, Lao Tan is also very happy. Except for his wife, who doesn't care about everyone else, he cares about her, but he can't bear this kind of care.
He is not a saint, nor is he a lover, he is just a cook. What he wants is to live a good life and have a warm home so that his son will not suffer the hardships he has and grow up healthily.
I want to make a good restaurant so that the brothers who follow me can have stable jobs, pay monthly, support their families, and live a good life.
The rest is the so-called dream, to make dumplings nationwide and promote Northeastern cuisine.
As for feelings, I also think about it. Every time in the dead of night, there is a kind of pain that starts to suffer. I miss women, want to comfort, and want to vent. But I have to control it and say something noble - there are many things waiting for him to do, and he doesn't dare to be idle.
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At this time, wine became my best friend, a person, a computer, a movie, and a bottle of wine.
Look at it, drink it, think about it, taste it.
I am often moved by the plots in movies, with tears welling up in my eyes. I hold the glass of wine in my hand but don’t drink it yet, knowing the taste.
The habit of watching movies and drinking alone on the computer was developed when I was in Binhai. At that time, it was purely because I missed my home and my wife. I fell asleep drunk in bed and woke up the next day.
After becoming a habit, drinking is no longer a nerve-numbing medium, but a friend.
Drinking may be due to the habitual needs of the stomach at that time, or it may be what people often call alcohol addiction. But he knows that only at this time does the wine feel comfortable, he can drink without getting drunk, and his mind is clear and he can think clearly about anything.
If you understand how to drink, you know how to pick it up and put it down. If you don’t understand how to drink, you will be an alcoholic.
Wine is wine, not good or bad, only high or low.
Wine can mess up one's nature, so Buddhists abstain from it; wine can add pleasure, so immortals drink it.
Is it good or bad?
It’s not the wine that’s good or bad, it’s the people who drink it.