The Ace Chef

I feel sad, what happened to Dong Xiaobei has something to do with you, instead of asking, you ask me instead? I said, "Zhu Zhu, I don't know what to say to you. I think it's best for you to call Dong Xiaobei and ask him yourself."

Zhu Zhu replied as she turned around and left straightforwardly, soon disappearing around the corner. But just as she was about to leave, she turned around again and said: "Chen Jia, help me apologize to Dong Xiaobei."

I thought she already understood that this woman was not someone we could get close to. What I didn't understand was, why would she agree to Dong Xiaobei's invitation? Thinking about this question, I walked into another alley and quickly returned to my dorm …

"It's fine, I'm not waiting for money to be spent." In fact, I really want to say that I don't want it, since this money is a bit dirty money, but I don't know how to tell Dong Xiaobei, "You can do it whenever it's convenient, there's no need to make any plans."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll run away?"

"If you think I'm blind and that kind of person, then hurry up and go to bed. Tomorrow, you can cook at 8 o'clock."

Dong Xiaobei nodded, flicked his cigarette butt downstairs, and turned around to walk inside. Just as he took half a step in, he returned: "That's right, have you seen Zhu Zhu? Did she go to work? "

"Yes, I just came back from work and saw her. She told me to say sorry."

"Is that so?" Dong Xiaobei thought about it suspiciously for a few seconds. He didn't say anything else and just walked in to sleep. I finished eating the corn and smoked another cigarette before I entered.

Two days passed in a calm and tranquil atmosphere, and the day of the operation quietly arrived. I had already prepared in advance for the sauce, and because I have never done anything bad since I was young, I could not help but feel a little apprehensive, a little guilty in my heart. However, after seeing that fatty scolding people everywhere as usual, I once again became fearless. The method I chose was that the sauce would only be used by one chef. I calculated how much I would need to add before the birthday banquet, and as the birthday banquet just happened to be used up, I would wash the sauce plates clean and replace them with a new sauce.

As for the sample, I had already kept a copy of it in the same menu.

As I watched the prepared and drugged dishes being carried out, I quickly finished the rest of my work. I was with Chef Number Three, and he didn't see anything. Besides the birthday feast, there were many other big and small banquets. The huge kitchen always had a war atmosphere, the sound of fans, the sound of cooking ovens, the sound of the refrigerator being turned on and off, and the sound of burning iron. Of course, there were also various shouts and the sound of dishes being thrown. The kitchen was actually quite similar to the market, very messy and dirty. Many of the forms of the beautiful food were actually all prepared by hand.

Perhaps you will suspect that the hand is not hot? All I can say is that for a person who has been doing doula, this is work. He has already practiced a pair of iron-resistant hands. Otherwise, how could he carry the dishes out to the counter to meet the waiter?

After an hour or so, it was almost eight o'clock. When the evening market was over and the kitchen seemed a little more relaxed, half the chefs went to the back door to smoke, while the chopping board began to busy itself with counting the food.

After that, they would have to re-order the goods. Tomorrow, they would have to go through a thorough inventory to buy everything, so in reality, the busiest things to buy at the opening and closing markets were the chopping blocks. They had a lot of things to prepare at the opening of the market, so they had to specially cut the seasoning for the whole morning.

The most comfortable thing for the chefs was to cook continuously at the peak. They did not need to prepare anything, all sorts of oil, salt, and sauce were prepared by loading and were responsible for all kinds of cleaning. Furthermore, they also needed to go to the washroom and pull the dishes themselves.

When the chef in front, who had finished smoking, returned, it was Dong Xiaobei's turn to smoke. Before he went to smoke, he gave me a look and told me to go with him.