I open a restaurant in the martial arts world

Chapter 215

"Junior Brother Xu, I'm sorry, I'm going to wrong you today." Zhao Qianru, who was wearing a red dress, was following Xu Yang, apologetic.

Zhao Qianru, who is familiar with Xu Yang's culinary skills, originally recommended Xu Yang as the chef of this birthday banquet in front of her father.

Unexpectedly, three days ago, her second uncle who was doing business in Dingzhou brought a group of chefs from Dingzhou.

That group of chefs is said to be the most famous restaurant in Dingzhou, the head chef of Drunken Juli.

In the past few days, Zhao Weiming, who has agreed to her request, has been away and never returned, so her second uncle can only preside over the big and small matters at home.

As a result, Xu Yang, who was originally appointed as the chef of the birthday banquet, can only be reduced to a handyman who helps cut radish shreds.

Xu Yang smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, I'm here to help anyway, why not do the work?"

In fact, Xu Yang didn't intend to get angry either.

The reason why he came to the Zhao family to help was just to repay the favor of Miss Zhao in front of him.

As for whether he is the chef or not, he doesn't really care.

It's easier not to hold the spoon, isn't it?
This is not Taiping Town, he doesn't need to use his cooking skills to make money.

Take it easy, you can recharge your energy, and you will have the strength to continue to be tortured by that old boy Xie Baoshan tomorrow.

Seeing Xu Yang's natural smile, Zhao Qianru breathed a sigh of relief.

She invited him, but the cooks her second uncle invited looked down on Xu Yang, a young man, and only agreed to ask Xu Yang to help chop shredded radishes.

On this happy day, Zhao Qianru didn't want to make a fuss over such a trivial matter.

Coupled with the fact that her father has not returned yet, even if there is a quarrel, her second uncle who smells of copper all over his body may not necessarily listen to her.

So Zhao Qianru could only ask Xu Yang to forgive her with an apologetic face.

In fact, other people may care about things that you don't care about.

After Zhao Qianru left the kitchen, a chef from Dingzhou Zuirenju walked over with a hostile expression on his face.

"Boy, it's not good for you to do something young, so you have to come to the kitchen to bluff? You can use your tricks to deceive Miss Zhao, but in front of us professionals, don't make a fool of yourself." The guy sneered there.

He just can't understand this kind of bullshit who doesn't understand, but wants to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail.

When Miss Zhao brought the boy into the kitchen, she said that the boy was good at cooking and wanted him to be in charge of cooking.

This request was rejected by them on the spot.

Are you kidding me, a teenage boy dares to say that he is a good cook and wants to cook in front of them?
Do you really think that the gang of them can't make a show?

Which of them hasn't worked hard in the kitchen for 20 years?
As for the kid in front of him, apart from being a little more upright, he probably has practiced a few tricks.

Those children's play tricks, it is okay to deceive little girls who are not deeply involved in the world, but if they want to play tricks in front of their masters, they can only show their shame.

Xu Yang glanced at the other party, but did not speak.

What the guy in front of him said was really not very pleasant.

But today is Mr. Zhao's birthday, and he doesn't intend to compete with these self-righteous guys.

People are having a lively birthday party in the front, and he, a junior who comes to help in the kitchen, is arguing with people in the back, what is this?

Of course, Xu Yang didn't intend to show weakness. After squinting at the other party, he picked up a carrot and started chopping it up.

As the saying goes, seven points for knife skills and three points for fire.

Every qualified chef must start with cutting vegetables.

So if you want to know whether a chef is qualified, you can also see some clues from the knife skills of cutting vegetables.

Just like the guy in front of him, when Xu Yang picked up the carrot, his face was full of disdain.

Without him, it is only because in the kitchen of Dingzhou Drunken House, his knife skills can be regarded as the best.

As soon as the experts make a move, they will know if there is any.

In his opinion, as long as the kid in front of him dares to cut vegetables, he can beat him to pieces.

It's just that when Xu Yang raised the knife and dropped it, the expression on this guy's face gradually changed from disdain to seriousness.

Then from dignified, it turned into surprise.

And the more he looked, the more surprised he looked on his face.

Damn, where did this kid come from?

At such a young age, he has practiced knife skills so well.

Could it be that this kid has been practicing vegetable chopping since he was breastfeeding?

Look at this kid, he doesn't even take his eyes to the chopping board, but the speed of the knife and the hand is a little faster than him.

What's even more rare is that the shredded radish cut out by this kid is not only thin, but also evenly distributed.

Even he, an old guy who has been dealing with kitchen knives for more than [-] years, can't find any faults.

This time, this fellow from the intoxicating residence had no choice but to put away his contempt.

If this kind of knife work can only be called a flower shelf, then none of the master masters he knows can stand on the stage.

At this time, I saw someone turned around and shouted in front of the stove, "Old Song, what are you fighting with a brat, come to the front and help."

"Old Lin, come here." Instead of responding, this guy named Lao Song waved at him.

The guy surnamed Lin was slightly taken aback, thinking that Lao Song was going to trouble Xu Yang.

"What's the matter? Isn't it just a few radishes, just let him spoil it? Why are you meddling in this business?"

"No, Lao Lin, you bloody come over quickly." The guy surnamed Song said anxiously.

"Old Song, you really don't worry about salty carrots. Miss Zhao just stuffed someone in. What's wrong with you? Why are you serious with him? Don't you see that I'm busy in front of you?" Lao Lin said Walking this way, he muttered.

As the old saying goes, a strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake.

He is not as nosy as Lao Song.

Miss Zhao is the boss, no matter how stupid this kid is, as long as he doesn't deliberately make trouble, just let him go.

Lao Song ignored Lao Lin's long-winded complaints, directly grabbed a handful of shredded radish from the chopping board, and handed it over, "Old Lin, how do you think the shredded radish is?"

"Old Song, did you cut the shredded radish? I'm busy, so please stop making trouble, kid?" Lao Lin said a little displeased.

These shredded radishes are not only cut extremely thin, but also cut evenly. In Zuirenjuli, only the old Song in front of me has this kind of knife skills.

"Hey, not bad, right? Let me tell you, these shredded radishes were just cut out by this little brother." At this time, Lao Song's words had long since lost the previous meanness.

It was just such a sentence, but Lao Lin was so shocked that he directly scattered the shredded radish on the ground.

"Old Song, are you fucking sure you're not lying to me?" Lao Lin said in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)