"Song Yueshan, are you feeling unwell?" Fang Chengxuan washed his hands, handed the chopping board to Liu Yang, and looked at the person who came to deliver the message.

The visitor is Liu Zhengxin, the sous chef of the third cafeteria. He is the same age as Fang Chengxuan. His parents and brothers are both in the steel rolling mill. Because of this relationship, after being thrust into the back kitchen, he always wanted to learn some real skills, but Song Yueshan refused to teach him.

To outsiders, He Yuzhu already has an apprentice, and the managers of the other two canteens also have skills that they don’t want to spread.

Liu Zhengxin has never learned anything. Hearing that Fang Chengxuan didn't hide his secrets and even taught it to He Yuzhu's apprentice, he couldn't help but feel excited.

I wanted to look familiar when I came here, so I smiled and covered up for Song Yueshan: "Master Song is feeling uncomfortable in his stomach and it hurts terribly. He has no choice but to leave first. Let me tell you. By the way, I have a question.

What should I do with the kitchen in the third canteen?"

Fang Chengxuan picked up the special towel on the side and wiped his hands, then glanced at Liu Zhengxin lightly.

He raised his hand to hang up the towel, smiled and said: "It's not a big deal, MCA Liu Yang, please keep an eye on this, I'll go over there."

Liu Yang showed a big smile to Fang Chengxuan and said loudly: "Okay, manager."

Ma Hua also smiled and nodded: "Yes, manager."

Fang Chengxuan stood up and said, "Let's go!"

Liu Zhengxin nodded with a smile and followed Fang Chengxuan. Before leaving, he looked back at the cook in the fourth canteen, and a dark light flashed quickly in his eyes.

Everyone knows that Fang Chengxuan became a manager. Becoming the general manager was a matter of luck, and the factory director favored him.

But Liu Zhengxin saw the chef of the Fourth Canteen today and felt that he was a capable person.

Arrive at the third canteen.

Fang Chengxuan saw that all kinds of side dishes had been prepared, leaving only the big pot for stir-frying.

Liu Zhengxin took a new apron and handed it to Fang Chengxuan and said, "Manager Fang, you cook while we go out and wait."

Fang Chengxuan frowned and asked in surprise: "What are you going to do?"

Liu Zhengxin's eyes widened slightly. The next moment, he looked at them implicitly and explained with a smile: "This is not your cooking skills. It's not good for us to be around."

Fang Chengxuan put on his apron, washed his hands, and said calmly: "I don't care about that. You can stay and watch whatever you want to learn. If Master Song is no longer around, I will have to choose one of you to support him."

Liu Zhengxin's mouth opened slightly, his eyes full of disbelief, "Manager, are you going to accept us as apprentices?"

Fang Chengxuan shook his head gently: "It's not like being an apprentice or an apprentice. If you are willing to learn, I don't mind teaching you."

As he spoke, he did not avoid them and started to get busy.

Liu Zhengxin and other four young people who were very motivated and wanted to learn cooking skills looked at each other and felt moved in their hearts.

"Thank you, manager."

Liu Zhengxin's eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, and then he looked at Fang Chengxuan's movements carefully.

The others also immediately thanked me, their hearts full of gratitude.

The food in the canteen of the steel rolling mill is not as varied as that of later generations. It basically consists of four dishes, steamed buns, rice, or noodles. The canteen does what the people in the factory eat, and it is not that picky.

After cooking the food, the people in the kitchen brought it to the dining hall. Fang Chengxuan looked at the four of them and said, "How are you doing? If I let you start tomorrow, would you dare?"

Liu Zhengxin blinked, then pinched himself again, "Let us go?"

"I've seen your side dishes. Your knife skills are not top-notch, but you can still be considered a chef. The food in the steel rolling mill is not so delicate. It just tastes good. You can start cooking."

Fang Chengxuan looked at the four people, slightly curling his lips.

If you like to learn, just study hard.

There are four canteens, and there is no guarantee that the other two will not cause trouble again. MCA can temporarily stand alone, but Liu Yang cannot.

If these four people can get started, then even if something happens in the first cafeteria and the second cafeteria at the same time, he will not be at a loss.

"I'll try tomorrow." Liu Zhengxin pursed his lips, his ambition to climb up flashed in his eyes.

Fang Chengxuan smiled and nodded: "Well, I will make these dishes tomorrow and it will be up to you. Is there anything you want to ask now?"

Liu Zhengxin immediately took out the steps he had just memorized and asked: "Manager, look at the steps I memorized, are they correct?"

Fang Chengxuan took it with a smile and took a look at it. He wrote it down very carefully, including when to add the side dishes, how to stir-fry them, and how many shovels to stir-fry.

"You are very attentive and there are no problems with the steps. The next step is to get started and try tomorrow." Fang Chengxuan encouraged with a smile.

An era creates a generation. Modern people do not take things so seriously because it is too easy to learn these things.

Liu Zhengxin looked like a primary school student who was praised by the teacher. He stood upright, his face filled with a strong sense of joy and innocence, and said loudly: "Thank you, manager, I will work hard."

Fang Chengxuan smiled and said, "You also study hard and want to get started. When the time comes, each of you will take a turn."

"Thank you, manager." The others' eyes lit up and they quickly thanked you.

Fang Chengxuan smiled and said: "Liu Zhengxin, if Song Yueshan is away from now on, you will be in charge of the third canteen. If you have anything to do, come to me. I will go to the first and second canteens to take a look."

Liu Zhengxin nodded forcefully, with a serious assurance on his face: "Don't worry, manager, I will take good care of the kitchen in the third canteen and never let you worry about it."

Fang Chengxuan walked out of the back kitchen of the third canteen and came to the second canteen, where he saw people standing outside the back kitchen.

"What are you doing standing here?" Fang Chengxuan blinked lightly.

A young man replied: "Master Li is cooking with his son, we can't peek."

Fang Chengxuan nodded and walked towards the first canteen. There were also people waiting outside the first canteen.

He saw it from a distance, slightly raised his lips, shook his head in amusement, and turned around to leave.

At dinner in the evening, Fang Chengxuan handed over to MCA and went to the property department. As soon as he returned to the kitchen, he saw Liu Lan shouting loudly: "Manager, are you back? Director Yang is looking for you and wants you to go to him."

's office."

Fang Chengxuan nodded: "Well, after you finish cleaning up, you can go home."

He turned around and walked towards Director Yang's office.

Before knocking on the door, he bent down and placed two bottles of Lao Ganma produced in the small courtyard on the wall.

"Director Yang."

Fang Chengxuan knocked on the door and saw Factory Director Yang raising his head and walking in, "Are you looking for me?"

Director Yang stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down and said, "Are you not the one who cooked the lunch and dinner meals in the cafeteria?"

Fang Chengxuan blinked his eyes lightly and raised a smile: "Yes, Master Song from the Third Canteen said I was sick, so I had to go to the Third Canteen. At noon, He Yuzhu's apprentice Ma Hua took over."

Director Yang nodded, "So that's it. By the way, where is He Yuzhu?"

Fang Chengxuan pursed his lips: "He Yuzhu doesn't listen to you, do you think he can listen to me?"

Director Yang's brows suddenly frowned, "Go back and tell He Yuzhu that if he doesn't dare, he will go to the workshop. And that Song Yueshan, if he is dissatisfied with you, he is dissatisfied with me. Ask him whether he can do it or not.

Go to the workshop too!"

Fang Chengxuan nodded and chuckled: "Okay, I'll tell you tomorrow."

As he spoke, he said with a smile: "Originally, I wanted to cook for the factory director and several leaders alone in the future, but I was worried that others would say that the factory director was special, so I gave up."

"In this way, I will send you two bottles of black bean sauce to the factory director. If you think the food is not delicious, put two spoons in it and the taste will be different immediately."

Director Yang raised his eyebrows in interest, "Oh?"

Fang Chengxuan curled his lips and smiled, "I happened to bring two bottles and put them outside. Why don't I bring them in and let the factory director have a taste?"

"Okay, I'll just put it in today's meal and try it together." Director Yang smiled, with a touch of anticipation in his eyes.

Fang Chengxuan stood up and walked out of the office, bent down to pick up the two bottles of Lao Ganma that he had put down before coming in, walked in again, put one bottle on the table, and opened the other bottle.
Chapter completed!