The Northern Stories of Chef Lao Tan

Chapter 252
The next day, Zhou Xiaomei came to the central kitchen store to check the training situation of the employees of the two stores in Baotou.

When we arrived, Yang Zhijun was busy in the kitchen, and the store manager, Mulan, was doing routine inspections before dinner.

"Sister Xiaomei, are the store managers coming back soon?" Mulan asked.

The store manager is doing an internship in the provincial capital, where she is in charge of staff training.

"It's almost there, there are still two days." Zhou Xiaomei said, and then asked: "Where is the child with his grandma?"

Mulan gave birth to a fat boy a few years ago, and Yang Zhijun was overjoyed, and her grandparents were so happy from ear to ear, they all came to Hohhot.

"Well, I'll go back to feed at noon." Mulan's face was filled with the brilliance of being a mother.

"You have a good physique and enough milk, so the child will not suffer."

"Well, let me tell you, Sister Mei, it will hurt even if you don't breastfeed."

Although he was someone who had been there, he still blushed when he said this, and consciously lowered his voice.

The two women laughed.

"It's hard to recruit waiters. Most of them are old people. They don't do it when they hear that they go to Baotou." Mulan talked about the actual problems she is currently facing.

It's really hard to recruit waiters. Young people don't like to do it, and they feel tired.Older people have families and jobs, and there are old people and children. It is impossible for those who leave their families and jobs to go to other places.

"Have you sent a waiter to Baotou?" Zhou Xiaomei asked, frowning at the same time.

"Give it away, not many, twelve." Mulan replied.

"It's a long way off, how many can we recruit here?"

"Eight."

"That's just enough for a store—"

The two of you looked at me for a while, and you were silent when I looked at you, and began to worry about the waiter.

After a while, Mulan muttered to herself: "every family has a child, like a treasure, and they don't want to send it to the restaurant--now the children are hard to control, they have their own personalities, and there's something wrong with it. If you think about it, just let it go."

"I really don't know what they can do in the future—" Zhou Xiaomei continued.

"Chew the old man—I can't get used to it, especially those little boys, who look like little girls, with painted eyebrows, painted eyes, lipstick, and pierced ears."

Zhou Xiaomei smiled, and said helplessly, "Pseudo-"

"Whatever my child says, don't tell him to be like that, it's uncomfortable to watch."

"---"

"Your child is sensible, like a little man."

What is good for the farmers is good for the children themselves.

Zhou Xiaomei smiled proudly, brought the topic back and said, "Try to recruit as much as possible, hurry up, talk to the staff, and introduce each other, it will be easier to recruit."

"By the way, Sister Mei, the staff asks whether they will give extra points for introducing someone? I think that adding points can make introductions easier than giving money." Mulan said.

Zhou Xiaomei hadn't thought of this method, and it was a good idea after thinking about it, but she had to discuss it with Lao Tan.So he said to Mulan, "I'll discuss it with Mr. Tan, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

In the kitchen, the space for 26 people on weekdays is now filled with nearly 40 people, which seems a bit crowded.

Seeing Zhou Xiaomei coming in, Yang Zhijun walked over to say hello.

"What instructions does Mr. Zhou have?" Yang Zhijun said with a playful smile. He and Zhou Xiaomei were friends, and they pinched each other when they met.

Yang Zhijun's height of 1.7 meters looks half a head shorter in front of Zhou Xiaomei who wears high heels.

Zhou Xiaomei straightened her body on purpose, and said condescendingly, "I don't have any instructions, just to see if your skin is tight."

Zhou Xiaomei, who was born as an athlete, not only has a good figure, but also has extraordinary skills. Every time she fights alone, Yang Zhijun suffers.It's not that they can't beat them, it's just that no one dares to make a move, and beautiful women have an absolute advantage in this regard.

Yang Zhijun grinned.

Zhou Xiaomei glanced at the kitchen full of people and asked, "What's wrong? Are they all here?"

"No, I called them here for a meeting today. There were two fights yesterday, and I criticized them. I will go to the Haidong store for a while, and the stall boss will go to the Saiwai Shifu store for an internship." Yang Zhijun said seriously.

"Is everyone recruited?" Zhou Xiaomei asked, worrying that the kitchen is as difficult to recruit as the front desk.

"almost."

"Okay, there are two tricks." Zhou Xiaomei praised.

"I didn't even look at who I am." Yang Zhijun tilted his face up, and immediately felt that it was disrespectful to look up, and quickly turned his head, giving Zhou Xiaomei a slap in the back of his head.

Zhou Xiaomei curled her lips, ignored him, and walked straight to the dumpling shop.

"My house is frying meat tonight, do you want to go?" Yang Zhijun shouted from behind.

Zhou Xiaomei didn't look back, she stretched out her hand and shook it.

The five dumpling workers in the dumpling shop were preparing dumplings, and they all smiled and nodded when they saw Zhou Xiaomei.Zhou Xiaomei also smiled and signaled, and then went into the stuffing room.Yaru was instructing two interns to make a reconciliation, Li Zhiwen made a reconciliation, followed by Su Ya.

Li Zhiwen is a disciple of Yaru.Originally, he learned from Meng Meng, but the two of them were dating, and they got tired of getting together while teaching, always delaying things.

Yang Zhijun came to play a mandarin duck, and transferred Li Zhiwen to the central kitchen shop to follow Yaru, so that both of them could work normally.

Su Ya is an old man now, and she is going to be transferred to Baotou to be a master.

By the way, I would like to mention her younger brother, the manghan Bao Ritu, who seems to have opened his mind, and his temperament has become docile. He cooks dumplings well, and works quickly.At the beginning, both Master Liu and Meng Meng didn't want him to work there, but now they can't bear it anymore and regard him as a treasure.

People, I don’t know when to learn well.

As the saying goes, those who love what goes out love to return, and those who are blessed are blessed to come.When you treat people with kindness and open-mindedness, what you get back must be kindness and gratitude.

Zhou Xiaomei and Yaru chatted about the dumplings for a while, Yaru asked Zhang Li's situation by the way, Zhou Xiaomei told her everything was fine, and she was waiting to recover slowly.

"It's good that it's okay, it depends on discovering it early." Yaru said with emotion.

Zhou Xiaomei nodded and said yes, and then said: "We should also check frequently, just in case."

"That's not right, you should have a full body every year." Yaru said.

"Yes, we have to pay attention at our age, the body is important, and the physique is stronger than anything else."

"The one who should be checked most is Old Tan, he—"

Yaru sighed, feeling that it was inappropriate to mention Old Tan in front of Zhou Xiaomei.

Zhou Xiaomei said: "When he comes back, you can persuade him to check it."

Yaru smiled wryly, and said, "Can he listen to me? His wife is in charge."

At this time, Su Ya said: "Soak dandelion in water to lower blood pressure. I called my aunt in my hometown and asked her to help dry it at home. After drying, bring it to Mr. Tan."

"I've also heard that drinking dandelion water manages—" Yaru said.

Zhou Xiaomei said: "The most important thing is not to drink, my uncle—huh!"

Its meaning is self-evident, asking him to quit drinking is going to kill him.

In fact, thinking about it, Lao Tan is also very happy. Except for his wife, everyone else is very concerned, but this kind of concern is too much for him to bear.

He is not a saint, nor a lover, just a cook.What I want is to live a good life, have a warm home, let my son not suffer from him, and grow up healthily.

Think about how to make the restaurant well, so that the brothers who follow it can have a stable job, pay monthly, support the family, and live a good life.

The rest is the so-called dream, making dumplings all over the country and promoting Northeast cuisine.

As for feelings, I also think about it. Every time in the dead of night, there is a kind of hardship that starts to suffer, thinking of women, wanting to comfort, and wanting to vent.But he had to control it again, and put it in a noble way—there were a lot of things waiting for him to do, and he didn't dare to be idle.

At this time, wine became the best friend, a person, a computer, a movie, a pot of wine.

Look at it, drink it, think about it, taste it.

I am often moved by the plot in the movie, tears are rolling in the eye sockets, holding a wine glass, I have not drunk it, but I know the taste.

The habit of watching movies on the computer and drinking alcohol alone was formed when I was in Binhai. At that time, it was purely because I didn’t want to miss home or my wife.

After becoming a habit, alcohol is no longer a medium to paralyze the nerves, but a friend.

Drinking may be the habitual need of the stomach at that time, or it is often called alcohol addiction.But he knew that only when the wine was comfortable, he would not get drunk at all, and his mind was clear, he could think clearly about everything.

If you understand drinking, you know how to pick it up and put it down, but if you don't understand drinking, you are an alcoholic.

Wine is wine, there is no distinction between good and bad, only high or low degrees.

Alcohol can mess with sex, Buddhists abstain from it; wine can enhance the fun, immortals drink it.

Is it good or bad?

It is not the wine that is good or bad, but the drinker.

(End of this chapter)