Life is a Game

If he hadn't seen and experienced it with his own eyes, Jiang Feng and even all the employees of Taifeng Building who had heard of Sun Changping's glorious deeds would not believe that he was really a natural born waiter.

Yes, born waiters.

Although this doesn't sound like a good word for boasting, because the profession of waiter does not sound like a profession that can be ostentatious, but Sun Changping's talent in the service industry is really high and terrifying. Not only can Ji Yue Hang up and beat, you can also hang Ji Yue and Fang Mei together.

Let’s put it this way, even though the selection of Michelin-starred restaurants took off the popularity of the Famous Chefs and Good Taste China-US Chef King Competition, the Michelin restaurant in Beiping was announced on the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the day before Taifeng Building resumed business. Selection results. Both Taifeng Building and the restaurant on the top floor are Michelin three-star, Yongheju two-star, and Babaozhai barely got one star. As a result, as soon as Taifeng Building resumed business, the people of Peiping queued up for dinner every day as if they didn't have to go to work. Jiang Feng didn't I feel that Taifenglou's business is so good because of Michelin three stars.

He thought it was caused by Sun Changping.

At first, only Jiang Feng thought so, but later Wu Minqi began to agree with Jiang Feng's idea, Ji Yue also began to agree, and Fang Mei began to look at Sun Changping with admiration. Three months into Sun Changping's employment, that is, when Taifeng Building began to change the summer menu in May, all the employees of Taifeng Building began to agree that Sun Changping is a fairy-level service worker with one enemy against one hundred.

I even began to suspect that Jubaolou's reputation as the No. 1 restaurant in FJ was not due to its cooking skills but to Sun Changping.

His memory and temper are too good.

Ordinary people with outstanding skills would use the term "photographic memory" to describe it, but Jiang Feng felt that Sun Changping was no longer within the scope of "photographic memory".

He not only remembers the regular customers, but also remembers the customers who come within a week, not only their faces, but also which table they sit at and which dishes they ordered last time.

How about when you visit a restaurant for the second time, a waiter who looks like a head waiter walks up to you and asks you if you are satisfied with the seat this time, do you like the seat next to the wall now or the window seat last time? Whether the dishes are to your liking or not, what a wonderful feeling it will be when you still like the dry fried beef river you ordered last time.

I don't know what mood the guest is in. Anyway, he was already stupid when he saw it for the first time.

Jiang Feng felt that a foreman of Sun Changping's level could no longer be defined by an ordinary waiter. He was more like the long-sleeved and good at dancing Hu Ye in Taifeng Building that he had seen in his memory. Not a waiter, but more like an intermediary between a restaurant and customers, who specializes in dealing with customers and maintaining relationships.

Sun Changping is indeed the same as he is good at dancing. He has a good temper and is kind. He doesn't take the initiative to make friends, but he can speak words like a spring breeze at the most critical moment.

He can pay so much attention to and remember ordinary guests, not to mention the VIP guests and regular customers of Taifeng Building. Fang Mei and Ji Yue used to maintain these old customers. They usually call or send a message to remind them when there are new dishes launched, there are places to try dishes, or there are some limited set menu promotions. Things like that the guests like.

Everyone used to think that this was done well enough, but after Sun Changping came, everyone realized that what they did was far from enough.

At Tai Fung House, not only the chefs need to work hard to improve to a higher level, but also the waiters.

Sun Changping will pay attention to the menus ordered by these regular customers every time, calculate their tastes and favorite dishes, remember their birthdays, and even learn about their friends, social circles, family members and family members without disturbing them. Birthday. Then when necessary, for example, a week before the birthday of an elder in the family, he seems to inadvertently ask, what do you plan to do if you don’t know the birthday? Is it a big deal or a small deal, and if it is a big deal, is the hotel well chosen?

Relying on his own strength, Sun Changping did not know how many banquets he brought to Taifeng Building and how many regular customers he maintained.

His ability and talent are astonishing, even Fang Mei feels inferior.

Let's put it this way, there is a god like Sun Changping in Jubaolou, and Jiang Feng doesn't understand what the Sun family thinks. Instead of keeping this kind of fairy in the hotel to maintain customer management and management, but sending this kind of fairy to a field he is not good at to fight in the mall, this is not overkill, it is simply a waste of money!

Such a question has been held in Jiang Feng's mind for two months, and finally, one day in June, when he happened to be having lunch with Sun Jikai, who was at the same table, he couldn't help asking it for a while.

As soon as this question came up, Ji Yue, Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang immediately pricked up their ears to listen. Everyone was very curious and wanted to know, but they were not as serious as Jiang Feng.

I don't know when Jiang Feng had the demeanor of getting rid of Pei Shenghua, the former king of melons.

Sun Maocai chewed the fried pork in his mouth, swallowed it, and hesitated for a long time before answering.

"Because of my mother."

"At the beginning, grandpa meant to let my second uncle enter the company to take care of other affairs. My dad continued to stay in the restaurant to manage the restaurant. My dad also thought it was no problem. He preferred to stay in Jubaolou instead of joining the company. But she I don't want to." Everyone knew that Sun Jikai was referring to his mother.

Ever since Sun Jikai's mother acted in a fairy way, stabbed her son and husband in the back, and got nothing when she successfully got out of the house, Sun Jikai seldom used the word "mom" when referring to her, but used her directly to refer to her.

"She felt that grandpa didn't let my dad join the company because he favored my second uncle and didn't value my dad. Since our family business has grown bigger and bigger, not limited to the restaurant business and established a group, my mother has looked down on Jubaolou since the group went public. Business. She thinks that there is no company in Jubao Building to make money, and money is the most important thing. That's why she thinks that I have been learning cooking from this grandpa, so I have no future. .”

The end result is of course self-evident.

The three of Jiang Feng could only shake their heads, lamenting that Sun Jikai was really out of his mind.

The Sun family's establishment is basically Jubaolou, and all the industries revolve around Jubaolou. His mother doesn't have Sun Changning's perseverance and determination to directly turn the restaurant into a hotel, let alone the strength.

In this case, looking down on the restaurant business, saying short-sighted is to look down on the four words short-sighted.

"Actually, I think it's pretty good now." Sun Jikai turned his head and glanced at Sun Changping, who was sitting at the same table with Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang, "At first my father said that he would come to work in Taifeng Building next year, and I was worried that he would not be able to adapt to the environment. To think that he is still quite at home, comfortable, even makes me feel a little bit like him when I was a child."

"Uncle Sun is right, my dad is suitable to work here." Sun Jikai smiled.

"By the way, I heard that you and your dad didn't leave Beiping for the Chinese New Year this year." Ji Yue answered.

Sun Jikai nodded: "There is no other place to go. My dad likes the current house very much. There is also a small yard where he can grow flowers. He has already bought the house during the Chinese New Year. If there are no accidents in the future, we will celebrate the New Year every year." We should have all lived in Peking."

Jiang Feng:?

Are all the hobbies of you rich people so simple and unpretentious?

If he likes the house, he will buy it. He also likes the courtyard house, but it is a pity that he can only look at it.

"Are you ready to take root in Beiping?" Zhang Guanghang asked.

"Look." Sun Jikai didn't say anything dead, "Now I don't think too much about it. My dad has no problems and I don't have any problems. I'm still not good at cooking, and I'm still learning from my uncle. Even if I have other ideas I can only think about it."

Speaking of cooking, Jiang Feng suddenly remembered that he still had a very important dish that he hadn't learned - Buddha jumping over the wall.

Even with his current strength, this is not a dish that can be made once after reading the tutorial.

Buddha Tiaoqiang is not like ordinary high-end dishes. Half the success of the dish is done in the broth. Buddha Tiaoqiang is done in the broth, and the dish is only successful at the beginning.

He had already made an agreement with the old man during the Chinese New Year. He didn't want to do anything else this year, so he would follow the old man to learn Buddhism and jump over the wall. He could also ask Sun Maocai for advice, and strive to learn how to learn from Buddha jumping over the wall and how to cook within two years.

Two years is already a very swollen time. You must know that the old man learned Buddhism and jumped over the wall for nearly ten years.

Although the time for real study is only half a month every year, but the remaining eleven months are spent pondering, which can be regarded as half study.

"By the way, I'm going to start learning Buddhism and jumping over the wall with my grandpa in a while, old grandson, do you want to join me?" Jiang Feng asked.

In fact, I'm already used to Jiang Feng's generosity. Sun Jikai was still choking on the words that I have a unique skill that I just want to learn recently. Would you like to learn it with me by the way?

Although this unique technique theoretically belongs to his family.

Anyway, Jiang Feng, his family's unique skill, also learned more than one thing.

"Yes." Sun Jikai was also polite.

"That's fine, you are ready to work overtime with me every afternoon from next week." Jiang Feng looked happy.

Sun Jikai:?

Wu Minqi listened and did not speak. She glanced at her phone and realized something was wrong. She urged Jiang Feng to eat quickly.

"Fengfeng, hurry up and eat, it will be half past two soon and Xia Xia should have a rest, otherwise Xia Xia will not be able to hear what you said clearly if you make a video call with Xia Xia while eating."

Jiang Feng stopped gossiping after listening to it, and seized the time to show the momentum of the Jiang family and work hard to cook, and he must never let his apprentice wait for him.

Xia Xia, as the newest and most potential disciple of Zhiweiju, inspired all the masters of Zhiweiju to cherish their talents in just a few months. The leader of Zhiweiju even called to ask Jiang Feng why such a good seedling was sent to Zhiweiju so late, did he look down on them?

Xia Xia now not only has to get up early every morning for normal training, even after get off work, there will be masters staying for additional training, and she has lived a real social life of getting up earlier than chickens and going to bed later than dogs.

This also caused Xia Xia to have no time and energy to call Jiang Feng every night, but Xia Xia also regarded the scheduled call as a task that must be completed every day, no matter how tired or sleepy he would call. There are two more calls, one for Ji Xue and one for Jiang Feng.

For the first two months, they used to call at night, and sometimes Xia Xia fell asleep while talking, which made Wu Minqi on the other end of the phone very distressed, so she changed the call time to lunch break.

"Hurry up, Fengfeng, why do you still have half a bowl? There are only three minutes, and it will be half past two soon!" Wu Minqi controlled the time and kept urging.

Jiang Feng could only speed up his eating again, frantically grilling the rice, almost choking himself.

He didn't know if it was his hallucination, but he felt that since Xia Xia went to Zhiweiju, his status in Wu Minqi's heart had plummeted.

He is no longer the person his family Kiki cares about the most.

Why.

Jiang Feng sighed in his heart.

Is this living a life ahead of time with neglected children?

"Hurry up, Fengfeng!"