The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 78

It was another quiet weekend, and the city was slowly waking up in the morning light.Most of the people who have been tired for several days are still asleep.

In the early morning of this day, before the sun came out, facing the cool breeze, the hard-working Zhang Xiaofa rode on the road briskly.

The bicycle left the quieter residential area and went straight into the busy city.

According to the address written on the business card given by Ms. Tang, I turned several streets and alleys, and finally arrived at the entrance of the hotel on time.This hotel is opened in the most prosperous area in the east, and its exterior design combines the advantages of Chinese and Western architecture.There are not only traditional-style flower corridors and columns, but also lighting and foyers that borrow from Western civilization.Clean-looking waiters in decent clothes bustle around inside.

Zhang Xiaofa asked the doorman of the hotel, and learned that bicycles were not allowed to be brought in, they had to be parked on the left side of the hall, and they were not allowed to mix with cars.

He pushed the car to the designated place and found that there were special people guarding it, so he was relieved.

Speaking of which, this hotel is not small in scale, and the service pays attention to details. The owner has really put in a lot of painstaking efforts in terms of management.

He came to the hotel lobby and walked around the huge place a few times, but he couldn't find the West Point production area.

The speed of the waiters was astonishingly fast, and they were walking and running. Seeing that everyone was so busy, he was too embarrassed to call for directions.

I had to go to the reception desk and ask a man who was looking through the registration book for advice.

"Sir, do you know where the West Point production area is?"

The other party stared at him for half an hour before slowly speaking: "Are you here to find someone or to order food?"

Seeing that this person had a bad attitude, he handed over his business card: "Miss Tang asked me to come. She said that there are not enough pastry chefs in the shop, so let me try to work part-time."

Hearing that it was arranged by the boss's daughter, the other party's attitude changed 180 degrees.

Not only did he point out the way with good words, but he even sent him there in person.

He couldn't understand the man's snobbish face and rejected the excessive enthusiasm.

It turns out that the pastry production area and the Chinese food production area are both located on the second floor of the hotel, and they are connected to the lobby from the east and west sides.He found the West Point area, packed his clothes and gently pushed the door open to enter.

The environment inside is very clean, with spotlessly wiped iron racks installed on the four sides of the snow-white walls, and the hand-cast baking utensils on the racks are shining.

A slender master is instructing two apprentices to sift powdered sugar, while another fat master is busy greasing the baking pan.A plate of baked biscuits was already placed on the table made of oak, and there were many raw materials, large and small, on the working table, as well as colorful bottles and jars, as well as whipped cream and unopened butter.

Seeing him coming in, the two masters stopped what they were doing and greeted him warmly.

After asking about his personal situation and basic pastry knowledge, the lanky chef decided to try his craft on the spot.

Zhang Xiaofa thought that baking biscuits and making cakes was a hobby, and he wanted to learn something from an expert, so he readily agreed.

He changed into white work clothes, hat and mask, and while recalling the production process he learned from books, he prepared local materials to make butter biscuits and almond cakes.

The master and apprentices all came to watch.The two snacks he chose used simple materials, but it was not easy to make them with excellent taste and appearance.

He was actually a little nervous, after all, there were four pairs of eyes staring at every step.In order to relax, he thought, simply treat these as snacks for Lin Mi, so that he will be more absorbed and will not be distracted.

He skillfully took the butter, flour, and yeast into the seasoning basin with a spoon, carefully separated the egg yolk from the egg white, and used a stirring rod to make a uniform and transparent liquid counterclockwise, and patiently adjusted the ratio of sugar and raw materials...

He didn't start to prepare the cake until the biscuit was formed in the mold and sent to an oven with proper temperature control.

When finishing the ratio of almond powder and syrup, Zhang Xiaofa, who was concentrating on his work, didn't know that Miss Tang led Zhang Wenxuan and came in quietly.They watched him play with these tools that ordinary people are dazzled with ease, and secretly marveled.

When the two snacks were presented on the oak table, they hugged him from left to right.

"Little brother, you are amazing!"

"The biscuits and cakes are so delicately made, they must be delicious!"

Everyone happily shared two of his creations, and the cookies were gone within minutes.

The cake was also happily cut into several pieces by them.He cut a piece of cake and tasted it, and was surprised by the fresh and delicious taste.

Never thought I had such potential.It seems that things that have been put to the heart are different. It is not too much to say that iron can turn into gold...

Miss Tang pulled him on the spot, "Xiao Zhang, you must come here often when you are free, I need you here very much!"

Seeing that it was still early, she asked him to make a strawberry biscuit, saying that her sister loved it.Although there are no fresh strawberries available this season, he uses his rich imagination to adjust the strawberry jam and flour butter into a vivid and lovely color.

When the strawberry biscuits were baking in the oven, she asked someone to call her sister, and told Zhang Xiaofa not to leave, to get to know each other and make more friends.

Zhang Wenxuan was very happy to see Miss Tang, so he followed suit.He vaguely saw her intention to call her sister to meet her.Since Ms. Lin is no longer reliable, the youngest daughter of the Tang family is also good.And that's probably a good thing, too.

This strawberry pie was quite a success.The color is very bright, golden with red in it, and the room is full of attractive sweet aroma.

The second young lady of the Tang family, Yue Shan, pushed the door and entered in such a cheerful atmosphere.

She is several years younger than her elder sister Yue Xian, but she also wears glasses like her elder sister.Due to physical reasons, I did not go to school, and my father hired a tutor to teach at home.During Zhang Wenxuan's medical treatment for her, she and her sister had a good impression of each other.

Yue Shan's face was as white as cream, but when she saw the strawberry biscuits, her eyes shone brightly.

She happily grabbed a piece and put it into her mouth. It was crunchy, sweet but not greasy, and it was full of lingering fragrance.

"Sister, it's so delicious, I want to eat it every day!"

Seeing how happy she was, Yuexian was very moved, so she pulled Zhang Xiaofa who was washing his hands aside, and introduced with a smile: "This little brother made the biscuits. He is not a full-time pastry chef, so he can only come on weekends."

Yue Shan looked at him curiously with big flickering eyes, "Little brother, can you take off the mask and hat?"

Before he reached out, Zhang Wenxuan had already picked it up for him.

Seeing him, she suddenly lowered her head, feeling inexplicably shy.

Seeing everyone happy, Zhang Xiaofa felt a kind of happiness of being needed.

His gaze rested on a hairpin stuck between Yueshan's long black hair.

The texture of sterling silver is made into a crescent moon shape that girls like, inlaid with thin pearls.

He recalled the night when he met Lin Mi downstairs in the dormitory on a rainy night, the feeling he felt when he brushed her wet hair between his fingers.

When he visited the hospital, he saw that her hair was tied up casually, a little messy, and she was not wearing any jewelry.

With plain face to the sky, he was busy going around, turning between medicines, water basins, teacups, and towels, and there was very little time to sit down and rest.

It turned out that she, who loves beauty, seemed to have changed overnight, her expression was a little sad, and she was less lively and mischievous than before.

Her life should be colorful, and the beauty should not be affected by the busyness and pressure of the moment.

(End of this chapter)