I'm not the underworld

Chapter 1268 I'm so moved that I can't speak
"Hush! There are distinguished guests in the Dongxue private room, and the city lords came just now!" the waiter whispered.

"It's not that your kitchen is not done well, the guests think the food is unpalatable!"

Listening to the news revealed by the waiter, the boy nodded thoughtfully, and then returned to the kitchen.

When I went back to the kitchen, all the chefs were frowning and complaining together. There is no reason for people to make unpalatable food.

At this time, they really didn't know how to do it.

And judging by the way the shopkeeper looks, the ordinary ones are unpalatable, probably not good enough.

The young man rolled his eyes and reminded: "Uncle Fang, why don't you do anything? The shopkeeper only gave me a quarter of an hour, so don't be too late."

"Go, go! Go do your business, you don't have a place to talk." The chef chased him away.

The boy came in as an apprentice, but after he came in, he was very unpopular.

When he first came in, the chef asked him to chop vegetables, and found that this kid could cut vegetables better than the chef.

Immediately, he picked a few thorns and sent the boy to do odd jobs.

They don't allow a little beggar from a humble background to be better than themselves, not to mention that this is a matter of employment, and they don't allow such a talented person to appear in this kitchen.

So, for seven years now, the boy has never had the chance to get a wok and other kitchen utensils.

"Hey! Wait!" Just as Chef Fang was driving away the boy, another chef interrupted him.

"This kid doesn't know how to cook. He eats bad food all day long. Maybe he knows what is the worst food and how to do it!" The chef explained.

"Huh?" The other chefs also thought it made sense.

Although the boy showed extraordinary talent when he first entered the kitchen, but now, seven years later, no one remembers being amazed by the boy's talent back then.

Perhaps, there is only the chef who demoted the boy to a handyman, remember one or two?

In the eyes of others, this kid is just a lowly mouse in the kitchen, who can only wash the dishes and help dispose of food waste.

Dirty and vulgar is everyone's impression of him.

Since it is made to be unpalatable, this kind of person may indeed know better than them.

"Yes! Boy, I will leave this matter to you!"

"For a quarter of an hour, if you can't do it, don't stay in our Fortune Restaurant!" the chef yelled at the boy.

It was not easy to notice the place, and a trace of contempt flashed in the boy's eyes.

What's so good about Fortune Restaurant?For all these years he stayed here, he might as well be living comfortably on the streets.

But he didn't leave because he had a reason to stay.

"No...I can't do it! I don't know how to cook!" Hearing the chef's order, the young man was secretly happy, and his chance came!
But on the surface, he still pretended to be very cowardly, posing with two callused hands, and said in a panic.

"Who asked you to cook? Can something that tastes bad be considered a dish? You are insulting the dish!"

"How come it's unpalatable! You should have experience with this, hurry up!" the chef urged.

The boy half pushed and half agreed, looking a little timid.

"This is the black devil chili extract. Uncle Wang kindly gave me some last time and asked me to serve it with rice, but it was too spicy. I only poured a drop. It was so hot that I couldn't speak for a week." The boy mentioned A bottle in the seasoning section of the kitchen muttered.

When the other chefs heard it, they couldn't help laughing, and some patted that Chef Wang on the shoulder.

"This is polar bitter gourd. Last time someone put bitter gourd in the cucumber basket, because it looked so similar, I accidentally ate a bite, which made me almost throw up my stomach." The boy continued to babble. muttered.

Every piece, every pile, was the teasing and torture he had been subjected to in this kitchen.

But at this time, none of the chefs found anything wrong, and the teenagers were counting their crimes.

But they just recalled the embarrassing things about being teased by others, laughing out of breath.

It wasn't until the shopkeeper sent someone to urge that the chefs stopped laughing and urged the boy.

"Uh! It should, it should be ready!" The boy said unconfidently while holding a pot of strangely colored, bubbling thick soup.

"Send it!" the chefs ordered habitually.

So the young man took the pot of thick soup and followed the waiter who came to urge him to the Dongxue private room.

"Why is it you?" Seeing the boy, the shopkeeper couldn't help but change his face slightly, and asked.

The boy's image is too bad, he shouldn't appear in front of distinguished guests!
Chen Yifan glanced at the shopkeeper, who was startled and fell silent.

"Chefs are used to cooking delicious food, so they can't make bad food, so let the villain cook it." The young man lowered his head and replied, but his eyes were quietly sizing up the "honored guest".

"You call this a delicacy?" Chen Yifan raised his eyebrows and asked, pointing to the leftovers on the table.

The boy immediately lowered his head, looking trembling.

"Give it to him!" Chen Yifan waved his hand, signaling the boy to give Jiang Weiming the pot of stuff he made.

Jiang Weiming looked at the pot of thick soup with a strange color, and his expression changed.

"Don't you know how to eat? Give it to me!"

"I'd like to see you demonstrate, how should I eat this dish?" Chen Yifan squinted his eyes and said.

"Who do you think you are?" Jiang Weiming naturally didn't dare to eat, and he didn't want to eat, and raised his hand to lift the plate.

Unexpectedly, being held down by someone, he couldn't move.

"Let me help you!" Yufeng sneered, picked up the spoon, and stuffed a spoonful of hot thick soup into Jiang Weiming's mouth.

"Uh...uuh..." Jiang Weiming's face immediately turned bright, and he struggled hard.

But to no avail, he was no match for Yufeng at all.

When the young man saw this scene, he couldn't help being shocked for no reason. He glanced at Chen Yifan and then at the shopkeeper.

Jiang Weiming once had a banquet at the Fortune Restaurant, of course he knew that this was the owner of the Fortune Restaurant, the head of the Jiang family, and his enemy.

What an unattainable figure, let alone revenge, he didn't even have a chance to contact him.

But at this time, in front of this honored guest, this high-ranking enemy is like an ant, at the mercy of others, even the shopkeeper is trembling, not daring to meddle in other people's business.

It has to be said that this scene had a great impact on the young man's heart.

"Is it delicious?" Chen Yifan's voice sounded, and he asked Jiang Weiming.

"This is something from your restaurant!" Chen Yifan said flatly, seeing Jiang Weiming was "moved" to tears and speechless.

"Gulu, Gulu..." Jiang Weiming spat out vague words, and Chen Yifan looked at the young man: "It seems that the food you made is so delicious, your boss is so moved that he can't speak."

The young man swallowed nervously, and asked cautiously: "Then... is the distinguished guest satisfied with my cooking?"

(End of this chapter)