Life is a Game

"Brother Feng, I added another six servings of Eight Treasure Tofu!"

"Brother Feng, two servings of braised prawns."

"Brother Feng, four sea cucumbers with green onions!"

"Brother Feng, here comes another serving of garlic scallops!"

On August 8th, a very auspicious day just from the date, Jiang Feng was almost too busy in the kitchen.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

"Is there a bug in the ordering system? Didn't I tell you to add another half an hour to the queue time? It should be more than two hours now?" Jiang Feng roared with a breakdown as he looked at the single face that had not decreased but increased. road.

He knew that he was also a hot searched person after all, and he was still the number one in the hot search. Although he might not have been in the first position for a particularly long time, he was at the top of the hot search anyway.

Celebrity effect, diners will follow suit, blindly follow the crowd, he can accept it, it's normal. Taifeng Building has been full since the 7th, and there is a long queue at the entrance. It is unprecedentedly popular, and it seems to be the most popular Internet celebrity restaurant in Beiping. Even if it is a top-floor restaurant, the queue pattern at its peak is probably not so exaggerated.

Jiang Feng knew that he was the one who was on the hot search, and many new diners came to Taifeng Tower to eat for him. It was normal to order his dishes, and he understood the reason, but it was really tiring.

I was already very tired on the 7th, but I didn't expect to be even more tired on the 8th.

Jiang Feng felt that it was very strenuous to take an extra breath now.

"Brother Feng has already added it. If you order your food in the previous ordering system, it will show that the queue time should be more than two and a half hours, but there is nothing we can do if the customers still want to order." Sang Ming roared helplessly. go back.

"Then stop my backend first. If you don't take orders, I'll take it off the shelf, and I'll just take it off the shelf!" Jiang Feng was also inexperienced in this situation for the first time.

It turned out that the business in the store was busy because everyone was busy together, but now the business in the store was busy because he was busy alone.

"Remove Jiang Feng's backstage, Zhang Weiyu, come here and help Jiang Feng cut the match, Dong Shi, you have less work at hand now, you work hard and go with Zhang Weiyu to help Jiang Feng, there are many things he can't handle alone." Jiang Feng has been busy for a day Sun Maocai, who hadn't spoken much, spoke at this time, "That's it for the time being at noon today. Let's discuss Jiang Feng's menu again in the afternoon. Some dishes should be removed from the shelves."

Sun Maocai transferred two people to help Jiang Feng, and Jiang Feng was a little more relaxed. He didn't have to be as busy as a spinning top that was whipped non-stop, spinning at high speed for a moment.

So much so that at lunch, Jiang Feng ate a few more bites than usual.

According to the normal pattern of the past few days, the three head chefs will go to the restaurant to drink tea after the meal. Since Sun Maocai had already said during the noon opening that they would discuss changing the menu with Jiang Feng in the afternoon, the three of them did not go to the teahouse. After eating, the three of them sat on the chairs for a while, talked and laughed, and asked Jiang Feng to go upstairs with them to the small box upstairs to talk.

It was quite formal, which made Jiang Feng a little nervous.

Sun Maocai, Jiang Weiming, and Jiang Weiguo sat in a row, looking like interviewers, giving Jiang Feng the illusion that he was not in a meeting, but three head chefs were interviewing him to see if he passed the probationary period.

"I've been too busy these two days." Sun Maocai said with a smile.

"Fortunately, it's okay to be busy even if you're a little busy." Jiang Feng looked very reserved, and he couldn't see the aura of the boss behind the scenes at all, just like a humble wage earner.

"Okay?" Sun Maocai raised his tone, "I saw you were a little busy at noon today, and almost lost control of your emotions. Is that okay?"

Jiang Feng:?

I'll just say something polite.

"Okay, don't talk so many twists and turns, just say what you want to say." The old man spoke with some displeasure. He didn't know if he was upset that Sun Maocai was teaching his grandson for him, or Jiang Feng's answer just now.

"Xiao Feng, it's like this." Jiang Weiming said, "We didn't expect that the number of your orders suddenly increased so much at noon yesterday, but we actually discussed a solution in the teahouse in the afternoon. Originally, the menu should have been revised yesterday, but your Uncle Sun thinks this is a good opportunity and wants you... how to put it, to suffer more and learn from experience, so I postponed telling you until today."

"Opportunity?" Jiang Feng didn't quite understand.

what chance? Any chance to experience a 007 social animal?

"I found out that you had a problem at noon yesterday." Sun Maocai said.

"Question?" Jiang Feng began to repeat.

"Your culinary skills are already very good. It can be said that in any restaurant in the country and even the world, as long as you have the heart to compete, you can take the position of head chef. But you have a problem, you have The culinary skills to be a chef, but not the ability to be a chef, nor the mentality to be a chef."

"Yesterday at noon, when the order volume obviously exceeded your tolerance, your first reaction was not to stop taking orders in the backstage, but to ask Sang Ming to increase the waiting time in an attempt to make customers stop ordering in this way. When you are already so busy that you can’t keep your feet on the ground, and even start to make some small mistakes that shouldn’t be made, your first reaction is not to ask other helpers to help you, but to make yourself more efficient.”

Sun Maocai slowed down: "Of course your reactions are not wrong, but they are very strange."

"Strange?" Jiang Feng felt that this was a normal reaction, and it had always been like this before.

"Let me ask you, when the menus of me, your grandfather, and your third grandfather are on the shelves, what will happen if customers order too much?" Sun Maocai asked.

"Of course, stop taking orders." Jiang Feng said, the two old men can't be tired, they have always been like this.

"We stopped taking orders, why didn't you?"

"Because I'm not the head chef..." Jiang Feng suddenly felt that something was wrong in the middle of speaking, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"Is there any difference between us? Excluding the fact that the three of us are chefs, you don't have this premise. Is there any big difference in our culinary skills?" Sun Maocai continued to ask.

"Of course, we..." Jiang Feng thought for a while, and found that the premise of removing the chef's identity seemed to be the same.

In terms of culinary skills alone, he is a little higher than the old man.

"Your mentality is wrong." Sun Maocai smiled, "I also thought about why you were like this after I went back yesterday. After thinking about it all night, I figured it out. Your cooking skills have improved so fast that you have not adapted to your cooking at all. The improvement of culinary skills. You are no longer an ordinary chef, nor an ordinary outstanding young chef."

"You are a genius."

"Everyone has a process to become a famous chef. It may be 5 years or 10 years, or it may be 10 years or 20 years. We will use this long process to adapt to our status as a famous chef, so as to adapt to what we should do after becoming a famous chef. A place to change. But your process is too short, so short that you don’t even have time to adapt, do you know why you are so tired, even so tired that you have some gaffes at noon today? Because you can’t use the standard stove cooker’s Ask to ask yourself."

"You don't need to have so many dishes on the menu, and you don't even need to have every dish on the menu every day. Your cooking skills are high enough that you can choose and make the rules. You now With cooking skills and fame, if you continue to cook according to your original habits, believe me, you will be so tired that you want to give up this career within a week."

Jiang Feng actually understood, but how to put it, he felt that Sun Maocai was not talking about himself.

Even if he is very clear that he is already superior to the old man in terms of the so-called culinary skills alone, he does not think that his status in the kitchen will be higher than the old man, nor does he think that he has surpassed the old man.

He felt that he should still be like before, chopping vegetables, chopping fillings and hanging soup every day, and looking at his memory after work and off work.

In the end, Sun Maocai told him that you no longer need to live such a life, because your style is different, and you can choose how many dishes you cook every day leisurely like a chef.

Otherwise, you will be exhausted by the huge workload.

"I should now..." Jiang Feng couldn't believe it.

"The first thing you need to do now is to adjust your mentality." Sun Maocai said.

"I've heard from your grandfather that you have been learning cooking from Master Peng some time ago and didn't go to work normally. Because of the restaurant on the top floor, the business of Taifeng Building has not been very good before, so after you came back this time, it has been Working at full capacity. I can understand that because I am worried about the business in the store, I want to do more, and I can sell more by doing more. This feeling is normal for everyone. But it is not the same now, and now is the same as before It's not the same anymore."

"It can be seen from the feedback of the summer banquet that you are more popular than me."

"The current signboard of Taifeng Building is not me, not your grandfather, or your third grandfather, but you."

"As long as you are here, business will not be bad."

"You are the chef."

"Have you ever seen any restaurant whose chef is as busy as you from morning to night every day, exhausted to death? Even if it's Chef Arnold, he wouldn't be like this?"