Life is a Game

Amid Zheng Siyuan's confusion, Dong Shi's helplessness, and Dong Li's urgency, Master Huang successfully made the eel paste.

Dong Li saw the timing and was about to snatch the spatula from Master Huang, but Master Huang deftly dodged it.

Master Huang's movements were so sensitive that Dong Li even suspected that his appearance when he had a rheumatism attack a few years ago was just a faux pas.

"Master, I don't have any more orders here, just this eel paste, you can't cook with this spatula." Dong Li decided to present the facts to the master and explain the facts with emotion and reason. .

"Nonsense, I remember that Xiaoshi still has two servings of squirrel and mandarin fish!" Master Huang exposed Dong Li's lie on the spot, with his face full of words that I can still do it, so let me continue to do it.

Dong Li: ...

Dong Shi:?

"Master, I cook squirrel mandarin fish very well. I can cook this dish by myself instead of you." Dong Shi didn't expect that Master not only had his eyes on his younger brother, but also his own side.

"The one you made is ashamed to say that you did a good job. Can I do it? Don't embarrass your two masters and uncles, let me watch and learn from it." Master Huang has a straight face, a look Master Yan's appearance changed into a smiling face when he looked at Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming, "You two uncles, I'm really sorry, it's my disciple Wufang who caused you trouble."

Zheng Siyuan, who had been listening for a long time, didn't understand a word, and no one explained to him, looking weak and helpless, and even wanted to call the police.

"Uncle, what kind of uncle, who is uncle, and where did uncle come from?" Zheng Siyuan asked.

"Oh, I was so busy cooking that I forgot to tell you. Come on, Siyuan, come quickly and say hello to your two masters and uncles." Master Huang put down the spatula, walked to the side of Zheng Siyuan and led him to In front of Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming.

Dong Li took the opportunity to snatch back the spatula, and signaled his brother with his eyes to make the squirrel mandarin fish quickly.

"Say hello to your two teachers and uncles quickly." Master Huang's tone of speech was exactly the same as that used by parents when they greeted their children to say hello to the elders during festivals.

Zheng Siyuan still maintained this dazed state and was led by Master Huang to the two old men. Although he didn't know why, he just wanted to say hello.

"Master Uncle." Zheng Siyuan said with a cute face.

"Good boy." Jiang Weiming smiled authentically, and Jiang Weiguo nodded beside him.

"Third Senior Uncle, Junior Senior Uncle, this is my junior brother's son named Zheng Siyuan. He is a master of white cases and his skills are not bad. I think he will be better than my senior brother in a few decades." Master Huang said, "Hurry up, Siyuan, make some dim sum for your two master uncles, and try to show off your skills."

Zheng Siyuan:?

An hour later, at 12:37 noon, Zheng Siyuan fell into deep thought while looking at the freshly baked fresh meat mooncakes.

He seemed to understand a little bit, but he also didn't understand it. When he was making mooncakes, he finally figured out the intricate relationship between the Jiang family and their master. Although he was a little skeptical, he reluctantly accepted that the two head chefs of Taifeng Building were his master uncles. The facts about big ticket masters, uncles, uncles, brothers and brothers.

The only thing Zheng Siyuan couldn't figure out was why he, as the white case chef of Babaozhai, would show up in the kitchen of Taifeng Building with supplements, and even made a batch of fresh meat mooncakes for Zidi himself.

Now those supplements are still placed at the entrance of the kitchen of Taifeng Building.

How should he explain this to Boss Ling when he goes back to work tomorrow?

How did things get to where they are now?

Zheng Siyuan looked at the uncle who was sitting on a small bench chatting with the two master uncles. Master Huang noticed that Zheng Siyuan's eyes returned a kind smile to him, and noticed that the fresh meat mooncakes were out of the pan and quickly got up.

Although Master Huang was very excited after seeing the two uncles, his mental excitement could not offset his physical fatigue. There was also Jiang Weiguo chatting.

"Third uncle, little uncle, Siyuan's mooncakes are ready, I'll bring you two to try." Although Master Huang doesn't have much energy to cook, it's still okay to take two mooncakes.

Zheng Siyuan’s oven for making fresh meat mooncakes is the one used by Jiang Weiming to make porpoise on weekdays. It is characterized by its large size. When Zheng Siyuan was researching the oven, he wondered why Taifenglou didn’t sell roast ducks. It is also because of the large furnace that Zheng Siyuan makes a lot of fresh meat mooncakes in this furnace.

Jiang Weiming took the mooncake and took a bite. After a little bit of chewing, the gravy overflowed and mixed with the crispy skin. The taste was very good, but somehow it felt familiar.

Jiang Weiming can't taste it well, Jiang Weiguo can taste it, he only took one bite and knew that the fresh meat mooncakes were exactly the same as the mooncakes that Jiang Feng ordered every day around the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It is the moon cake of Babaozhai.

"Yes, the basic skills are very solid, the skin is crispy and powdery, and the gravy is impenetrable, which is very rare." Jiang Weiming boasted with a smile.

"Siyuan has been fond of white cases since he was a child. He opened a small pastry shop in Gusu before. Last year, he was attracted by a restaurant owner in Beiping. He has been excellent since he was a child, much better than my two little apprentices. "Master Huang began to praise Zheng Siyuan, "Siyuan, which store do you work in now?"

"Babaozhai." Zheng Siyuan said.

"Yes, it's Babaozhai. I don't have much contact with the chefs here in Beiping. The ones I know better are those from Zhiweiju. At first I wanted Dong Shi and Dong Li to go to Zhiweiju, but the two children saw After finishing "Zhi Wei", I ran to the two uncles in your shop to make trouble, I really troubled you."

"Master, there are still a lot of mooncakes left by Senior Brother Zheng. Do you think Brother Zheng should pack them up and take them home or should we pack them up?" Dong Shi interrupted Master Huang's chatter.

Master Huang took a look and found that there were indeed a lot left, at least more than 30 by visual inspection. The back kitchen staff of Taifeng Building have been eating since they went to work, first drinking soup, then eating vegetables, and now directly serving staple food. Zhang Guanghang was in charge of the staff meal at noon today. Everyone didn't want to miss lunch or fresh meat mooncakes, so many people didn't eat one but shared it with others, resulting in a lot left over.

"Siyuan, you can figure it out, it's up to you to decide." Master Huang handed over the decision to Zheng Siyuan.

Zheng Siyuan also had a headache when he saw so many mooncakes. He has made mooncakes for sale for so many years, and he rarely encountered a situation where he could not sell them all.

This kind of large-scale unsalable is the first time encountered.

"How about a split?" Zheng Siyuan suggested weakly.

"Senior brother Zheng, if you don't mind, distribute these mooncakes to the customers in the store." Jiang Feng suggested, "The attendance rate is not particularly high now, and these mooncakes should be enough. One per table is fine, just say yes Sent."

"Okay." Zheng Siyuan nodded.

Jiang Feng took out the mooncakes and asked Ji Yue to arrange service to deliver one to each table.

Although the diners at Taifenglou didn't understand why the Mid-Autumn Festival had passed for so long, Taifenglou suddenly gave away mooncakes, but the mooncakes they gave were not free, so they all accepted it with a smile.

Then everyone ate it. The mooncake sent by Taifenglou seemed to be the handicraft of Babaozhai.

After all, there is no second chef in Beiping who can make fresh meat mooncakes of Zheng Siyuan's level.

For a while, the diners talked a lot.

At 2:00 noon, Ling Guangzhao was sitting in the office, looking at the customers and feedback at noon today with some headaches.

The feedback from most customers can be summed up in one sentence: Master Zheng is not here, no snacks, unhappy, bad reviews.

Ling Guangzhao even wanted to call Zheng Siyuan to discuss whether he could come back to work early at night.

Then Ling Guangzhao received a call from Pei Shenghua.

On weekdays, Ling Guangzhao didn't have much contact with Pei Shenghua, so it was a bit strange to see Pei Shenghua call Ling Guangzhao himself.

"Hey, Master Pei, what's the matter?"

"Xiao Ling, I just heard that you were poached by others. What's going on?" Pei Shenghua teased.

Pei Shenghua, the melon king in the chef world, has always been known for his top iron.

Ling Guangzhao:? ? ?

Poaching?

Ling Guangzhao felt that Pei Shenghua was insulting him. Ling Guangzhao had always been the only one poaching other people's corners. When would it be someone else's turn to poach Ling Guangzhao's corners!

"Master Pei, did you hear me wrong? I am a good person and no one has changed jobs. Who poached my corner? Who did you listen to?" Ling Guangzhao asked.

"Oh, that might be a misunderstanding. I just arrived in Beiping today. I was going to the mall to buy something. I happened to meet Zhou Ju and his wife and chatted for a while. Zhou Ju told me that he had lunch at Taifeng Building at noon today. For the meal, Taifeng Building sent a fresh meat mooncake. The taste of the mooncake was exactly the same as that sold by your Babaozhai before. He thought that Master Zheng, the mooncake maker in your Babaozhai, had jumped to Taifenglou .”

Ling Guangzhao: ...

"I also called to ask you because I thought it was strange. There was no sign of trouble before the job-hopping. It must be that Zhou Jue was exaggerating. He also told me that the squirrel mandarin fish they ordered at Taifeng Tower today tasted delicious." It's exactly the same as what Master Huang made with his own hands. Isn't this a joke, Master Huang hasn't cooked for many years, if Master Huang can cook, this Huangji restaurant will not be listed for sale..."

Ling Guangzhao only felt that his hands were a little cold, and he didn't listen to a word Pei Shenghua said afterwards.

"Master Pei, I have to hang up here first, let's talk about it when I have time."