Life is a Game

Qiu Fu needs to adapt to the back kitchen of Taifeng Building, and spend a few days with other employees before going to work, but Sun Maocai and Sun Jikai don't have this problem at all.

Sun Jikai can be regarded as an old employee of Taifeng Building. Except for the new recruits on New Year's Day who are very close to everyone, they can start work after just saying hello. The person in charge of the water table and cutting pier even knows what kind of ingredients he likes to use.

Sun Maocai is the head chef and at the same time a master of Cantonese cuisine. He has no reason to cooperate with others unless he cooperates with others.

Fang Mei and Wang Xiulian discussed for a long time yesterday and decided to set the summer banquet on August 6th, which is four days later. Fang Mei felt that the Midsummer Banquet was not only to introduce the new dishes of Taifenglou, but also an opportunity to show the level of the two new Cantonese chefs in Taifenglou.

The list of invitation letters has been drawn up long ago. After yesterday's phone call, it was confirmed that the invited guests are free. After the number was deleted and revised, there are a total of 50 people. There are not countless media invited like before the opening, all of them are diners. There are old diners of Taifeng Building, loyal diners of the restaurant on the top floor, and a few randomly selected ordinary diners who have eaten in the restaurant before, wrote reviews and left their phone numbers. This kind of top-level banquet that is bound to be expensive is like the chef’s set meal in a top-floor restaurant. It’s not very useful to invite the media to advertise. The praise and word of mouth from the diners are the most useful. After all, there are only a few groups that can afford it. Word of mouth is more important than anything else.

Ji Yue and Fang Mei sent invitation letters early in the morning, and they all sent them by courier no matter where they were local or overseas. It is estimated that the order from other places will arrive the next day, and the delivery from the same city in the morning is estimated to arrive in the afternoon.

The midsummer feast was just around the corner, but Jiang Feng was thinking about other things.

He was thinking about how to get Ouyang Yang over and let him have a meal of Babao Chestnut Pigeon.

Ouyang Yang was originally invited to the Midsummer Banquet, but he declined when Fang Mei called to invite him yesterday, because he had a very important contract to discuss on August 6, and he really didn't have time to fly from the south. come over. Jiang Feng believed this. Although Ouyang Yang hadn't come to Taifeng Building for a while, he probably wouldn't refuse the invitation to this kind of banquet. In fact, no diner would refuse the invitation to the Midsummer Banquet unless something really happened.

Ji Yue told Jiang Feng that when she called yesterday to notify a randomly drawn lucky child, there were even cheers and exclamations on the phone. There is no free lunch in the world, but few people can refuse a free and delicious lunch if they really come across it—unless they really don’t like it.

Even during lunch, Jiang Feng was thinking about how to get Ouyang Yang over so that he could eat the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon.

While Jiang Feng was absent-mindedly eating the fried shrimp on the plate, he was muttering in his heart, and then he muttered, which was heard by Sun Jikai who was sitting opposite him.

"Ouyang Yang?" Sun Jikai heard the key words.

"You know him too?" Jiang Feng was startled.

"Of course I know him. He is an old customer of our Jubaozhai. I often met him in the shop when I was learning to cook with my grandfather when I was a child. What's the matter?" Even though Jubaolou has basically nothing to do with Sun Jikai, he is still habitual. Said we Jubaolou.

"It's nothing, but the room manager called yesterday to invite him to a summer feast. He refused on the 6th because of something, so he muttered a few words when he remembered it," Jiang Feng said.

"It's normal. His family's business is in the south, and it's impossible to be free all the time." Sun Jikai didn't take it seriously, glanced at Qiu Fu who was eating happily, and asked in a low voice, "Master Qiu said just now that you want Is it true to teach him how to thicken the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon?"

"Of course it's true. If you and Master Qiu learn how to thicken the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon, I won't have to make this dish." Jiang Feng said, "My mother can make more appointments, and Master Qiu's cooking is definitely better than that." I made it delicious."

Although he has long been accustomed to the Jiang family's style of not keeping secrets, Sun Jikai still feels a little uncomfortable: "Don't worry... After all, Babao Chestnut Pigeon is still a unique skill, and only you know it."

"You will too." Jiang Feng said.

"I don't know how to do it yet." Sun Jikai said.

"Sooner or later." Jiang Feng took a bite of his meal and didn't care.

Sun Jikai sighed, and sighed: "If my grandpa could think like you back then, Jubaolou would not be like this."

Jiang Feng:?

Why did Sun Jikai suddenly seem to be forty years older?

After dinner, Jiang Feng took a rest for a while and chatted with Ji Yue if there were any dramas worth watching recently. When he learned that the recent dramas were unfinished, he stopped watching the dramas and went to the kitchen to practice Wanfu meat.

He tried it in the morning, and it was possible to cut such a small piece of meat, but it was difficult, and he had to be extra careful when cutting the knife, otherwise it would be a failure. No wonder Cao Guixiang had to cut four pieces of meat for nearly an hour. Jiang Feng lay in bed last night and thought for a long time. He felt that if the condiments could not be saved too much and the buff effect was not strong, he should put more effort into the knife work. If the knife was cut perfectly, the final product would definitely not be bad.

Sun Maocai has fully adapted to the daily life of the head chef. After lunch, he went to the teahouse to drink tea with the two old men. He is very proficient.

Qiu Fu went to work on the first day and was more cautious. Seeing Jiang Feng go into the kitchen to practice dishes after eating, he also went into the kitchen to practice with him. Sun Jikai did the same, working overtime for free to debone the whole pigeon.

The only thing that surprised Jiang Feng was that Wu Minqi was also in the kitchen, outflanking his hands.

It’s August, midsummer, and walking outside for dozens of minutes at noon without a parasol can make people feel sunburned. If the temperature is high and you don’t turn on the air conditioner or fan, you may even die from the heat. Although there is a super powerful electric fan in the back kitchen, it still cannot change the fact that it is a stove.

Wu Minqi is a little afraid of the heat, and often stays in the back kitchen to practice with Jiang Feng in spring, winter and summer, but summer is rare, and usually sits with Ji Yue in a cafe with the air conditioner on, or simply goes upstairs to find a private room with the air conditioner on for a party After falling asleep, Wu Minqi had two pillows in Wu Minqi's locker.

"Qiqi, the kitchen is too hot, so don't stay here. If you want to outflank your hands, I will go back at night and I will make it at home with you."

After Jiang Feng finished cutting the two pieces of meat, he found that Wu Minqi was still outflanking his hands, and he had filled half a bowl with it. He estimated that he would have to eat so much for a week.

Wu Minqi shook her head: "No, I want to practice red oil copying hands recently, starting from outflanking hands and practicing more."

"Why do you want to practice Chaoshou all of a sudden?" Jiang Feng was a little puzzled. Chaoshou is considered a staple food, and Wu Minqi's practice dishes are so fast that they can almost catch up with her.

"Last night, when I was on the phone with my mother, I mentioned the red oil handwriting that I had for breakfast downstairs when I was a child, and I suddenly wanted to practice." Wu Minqi smiled, "By the way, Fengfeng, we may have to eat red oil in the morning during this time Chaoshou, don't you mind?"

"I don't mind, I don't mind." Jiang Feng said quickly, "I like whatever you eat."

Just across from Wu Minqi, Sun Jikai who deboned the whole pigeon: ...

Can you consider the single masses when you speak?

As for overtime, isn’t it okay to give employees a harmonious and friendly overtime environment?