By the time the business was over at noon, Qin Huai was already numb.
So tired.
My body is not very tired, but my mind is mainly tired.
He just watched the drawers of steamed buns, steamed buns, and dumplings coming out of the oven, and the ovens of crab shell roe and sesame seed pancakes coming out of the oven. It was like magic. It was full one second and empty in the blink of an eye.
Qin Huai felt as if he had become a worker on the assembly line. He didn't know when he would get off work, and he didn't know how much work he still had to do. He could only see an endless line of snacks to be made.
When Qin Huai got off work at 1 o'clock, he had completely forgotten what he said in the morning that he could be responsible for employee meals. He couldn't do it, he couldn't do it at all.
Looking at Wang Jun who was still cleaning up, Qin Huai asked sincerely: "Does Huang Ji's dim sum sell so well?" No wonder the previous Bai An master retired three years ago and was tired.
Wang Jun answered honestly: "Today should be an accident."
"It's been a long time since our store has put dim sum on the shelves. Many regular customers thought Uncle Zheng came back temporarily to help sell them for only one noon, so they bought more."
"Originally, if Master was here, it would have been much better to go out and explain the situation to everyone, but didn't Master go to physical therapy in the morning? When Senior Brother explained it, no one believed it, so we misunderstood."
"When the master comes over in the afternoon, explain the situation to the customers in the evening, and sell for a few days in a row to make everyone feel at ease, then this situation will not happen again."
Qin Huai reluctantly accepted Wang Jun's statement: "Thank you for your hard work. I really didn't expect the dim sum to be so easy to sell. It might be better if I only made two or three cases. If I had known, I would have called Zheng Siyuan before making the order last night.
, I will only list two things."
Wang Jun said sincerely: "It's not that the dim sum sells well, it's Qin Huai that your craftsmanship is good." Qin Huai was stunned.
Growing up, Qin Huai had actually heard many similar compliments, but they were of no reference.
When he was selling steamed buns near the Sanma Road Community, there were ordinary neighbors nearby, and his peers were all ordinary breakfast shops. It didn't matter that Qin Huai's craftsmanship was outstanding. After all, no matter how good his craftsmanship was, he couldn't sell steamed buns of the same size to others.
If you sell it for 1 yuan and 5 yuan and you sell it for 2 yuan, you will easily get criticized.
Later, when we arrived at Yunzhong Community, a group of neighbors praised Qin Huai for being very useful. However, the neighbors not only praised Qin Huai, but also praised Zheng Siyuan and Zheng Da. Everyone equally praised every white case master with superb skills.
Now that Huang Ji is here, another group of people are praising him.
This group of people are more professional than their neighbors. After all, we are all peers. However, there are differences in the praises given by peers.
Huang Shengli praised, Qin Huai would think that this was Huang Shengli's daily encouragement education.
If Huang Anyao praises, Qin Huai will think that this is because Huang Anyao has not eaten the food cooked by his father for several months, and the noodles from Shaodong's house are not cooked. Huang Jiaqiao praises, Qin Huai will think that this is the same line of encouraging education.
When Dong Shi praised him, Qin Huai would think it was because he talked too much and was careless. But Wang Jun was different.
It’s not that Wang Jun’s level is very high or how valuable his praise is. On the contrary, Wang Jun’s level is the worst among Huang Shengli’s disciples, and even Dong Shi, a close disciple, can’t compare.
But Wang Jun is an honest man.
He is an honest person who can't lie. Even if he doesn't want to give a direct answer and give a tactful answer, it can be heard that he is trying to be tactful. "Is my craft really that good?" Qin Huai asked.
Since coming to Gusu, everyone has told him that his craftsmanship is very good. The strong response from the guests at noon today also opened Qin Huai's eyes. Now even recognized honest people say this, Qin Huai really believes it.
"Of course." Wang Jun nodded without hesitation, "If your craftsmanship, Qin Huai, is not good, then there may not be a few white chefs in the country whose craftsmanship can be considered good."
Qin Huai's eyes widened in shock at Wang Jun's seemingly flattering, but actually very sincere words. He quietly pulled Wang Jun aside to prevent others from hearing his words and making him look narcissistic. "Can you describe it to me?
How good is his craftsmanship?" Qin Huai lowered his voice and asked, "No, first tell me what level Zheng Siyuan is."
Qin Huai felt that it was more reliable to ask Zheng Siyuan's level. After all, he knew Zheng Siyuan's level very well and could estimate his own level based on Zheng Siyuan's level. "Senior Brother Zheng is the No. 1 chef of the younger generation of Bai An." Wang
Jundao.
Qin Huai:!
What?! Zheng Siyuan is so awesome!
If he is so awesome, why would he open a pastry shop at the entrance of the community?
He actually let such an awesome person work as a cow and horse in Yunzhong Canteen for a month, and sold a bowl of crepe wontons for only 10 yuan.
No wonder that since Zheng Siyuan came to Yunzhong Canteen, which usually had few people eating in the morning, there were more people eating in the morning than at noon. Those eating wontons were eating from 7 to 9 o'clock, and even if there was no one squatting at the door with a bowl in hand, they had to eat.
He thought that the people in that area had never eaten Juesha wontons, and they were the only ones selling them, so the business was particularly good. Qin Huai swallowed in shock and asked: "Is this recognized?
Wang Jun thought for a moment: "It's admittedly out of the question, but we all feel that way."
"Senior Brother Zheng is actually very famous in the southern chef circle, but he doesn't work in a restaurant, and he doesn't like to go out to communicate with colleagues, let alone participate in cooking exchange meetings, so his fame is limited to our circle."
"Many people don't even know what Senior Brother Zheng's name is. They only know that Senior Uncle Zheng has a very powerful son."
"The community where Brother Zheng opens his pastry shop is actually very famous in Suzhou. Huang Ji has many regular customers who bought houses in that community just for the convenience of buying pastries."
Qin Huai didn't understand, and Qin Huai was greatly shocked.
"What about getting rid of the younger generation?" Qin Huai asked, "Compared with the white chefs nationwide, what is Zheng Siyuan's level?" Wang Jun thought seriously: "It should be considered a top level."
"Senior Brother Zheng is in the rising stage of being a chef and has not yet reached his peak. But in fact, there is a serious shortage of chefs in China. There are many masters with good skills, and they are basically concentrated in Zhiwei Juli.
As I am older and have limited energy, I cannot be too involved in making dim sum, and I mainly focus on teaching students.”
"There are very few middle-aged chefs who are good at it. As far as I know, the more famous ones are not as skilled as Senior Brother Zheng."
"I heard Master and Senior Brother talking before, saying that Master Zheng was unwilling to make dim sum and went to sea instead. Not only because he felt that being a chef of Bai An made too little money, but also partly because he felt that chef Bai An had no future."
"Most of the high-end restaurants on the market now don't pay much attention to Bai An, and only a handful of them are good at Bai An. In addition, the general environment has changed. Unless they are from a family of chefs, few people are willing to learn basic boy skills from a young age.
But the basic skills of the white case are very high. It can be said that the basic skills of the red case and the white case must be practiced."
"Actually, the white cases are far inferior to the red cases. This can be seen just from the cooking competitions. Although there are not many domestic cooking competitions now, there are always a few every year, and the prize money is always tens of thousands of yuan. There are many possibilities.
There are hundreds of thousands."
"In this kind of comprehensive cooking competition, white chefs are at a disadvantage. Normally, cooking competitions should be divided into red and white chefs, but there has been no special white chef competition in China for many years."
"It can also be seen from the restaurants that there are many restaurants famous for red cases. There is Jubao Restaurant in FJ, Huangji in Suzhou, Chengfangju in Huaiyang Cuisine, Wujia Restaurant in Shudi, and even more in Peking, Babao
Zhai, Yongheju, Ruyifang, Shundelou, and Tongdeju are basically all time-honored brands passed down from the Republic of China. But Bai'an, the one that is truly famous and remembered is, to put it bluntly, only Zhiweiju."
Hearing what Wang Jun said, Qin Huai felt that he could say a few words. He was familiar with the time-honored brands passed down from the Republic of China. He had seen them in dreams. "I know this. There was a Tai Feng Restaurant before Beiping, but it seems to have been closed for many years.
." Qin Huai said. Now it was Wang Jun's turn to be stunned: "Is there such a restaurant?"
Qin Huai nodded solemnly, this was the crazy lady selection.
Qin Huai no longer goes into this topic: "So the current situation is that the chefs in Bai An are very good, but they are all older. Although their skills are good, their physical strength cannot keep up, and they basically do not work on the front line. They are not working in the green and yellow, and there are breaks in the middle. Young people like Zheng Siyuan
The leaders of a generation can also be considered at the top level in the entire industry."
Wang Jun nodded.
Qin Huai did some self-calculation.
First of all, Zheng Siyuan's level is definitely higher than him. There is absolutely no doubt about this. If Zheng Siyuan's fresh meat mooncakes were a buff dish, they could knock Qin Huai's fermented steamed buns to the ground.
But Qin Huai thinks that he is not much worse than Zheng Siyuan, probably just a thin line apart. The main reason is that his sword skills and fire skills are too poor, and his fingering skills are not very good either.
Knife skills are good, but Bai An doesn't need much. As Qin Huai makes more types of dim sum and the difficulty becomes higher, he discovers more and more that heat is actually one of the important basic skills that are indispensable in making Bai An. He wants to be an excellent person.
Chef Bai An doesn't just need to steam the steamed buns well or grill the crab shells well.
For dim sum that is relatively difficult, fillings are the most important thing.
Qin Huai feels that if his fire level is raised to the same level as Zheng Siyuan, his level should be on par with Zheng Siyuan, or even better. If the same amount is substituted, wouldn't he become the top level in the industry?
If you substitute the same amount again, he is now close to the top level in the industry!
Although Bai An, the top level in the industry, has a lot of water, because of the serious chronology, the top is the top, and the second top can also be considered the top. But no matter how you say it, it is the top!
They are all priced at 65 for a five-inch bag, and they are sold like crazy. I am so awesome.
"Am I really a genius?!" Qin Huai murmured. Wang Jun:...
As an honest person, sometimes he really wants to compete with geniuses like you. The staff meal at noon was cooked by Huang Jia himself.
Thanks to Qin Huai, Huang Ji's kitchen staff in charge of red affairs had a relatively easy job today at noon. The guests ordered small portions of stir-fried dishes and all went to grab snacks.
The work was so easy that everyone had nothing to do. Huang Jia, as the head chef, had finished his work before 1 o'clock. When he saw Bai An was making wine and rice, it was almost leaving an afterimage, the more Qin Huai rubbed his face, the more helpless he became.
Love, Huang Jia, who rarely finished work so early, felt very guilty.
He felt that Qin Huai would be so busy today, and he had an unshirkable responsibility. If he had tried to dissuade Qin Huai a little bit when he sent him the order last night, Qin Huai would not have turned into a dough-kneading fairy today.
Huang Jia knew that he should dissuade him.
But for a moment last night, he wanted to know more about the quality of the dim sum on Qin Huai's list. He even wanted to know which of the 120 types of dim sum Qin Huai made.
Unexpectedly, this small selfishness almost caused Qin Huai to become autistic.
Huang Jia felt very guilty, so he took the initiative to take over the responsibility of making staff meals, and opened a small stove for Qin Huai, so that Qin Huai could eat squirrel mandarin fish, Wensi tofu, eel paste and authentic eel paste at noon.
Yangzhou fried rice.
Chun Xiaozao, Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan ate three dishes and one fried rice, while the others ate the big pot rice as usual. No one had any objection to this blatant behavior of opening Xiaozao.
Pinguan enjoys privileges wherever he goes.
Qin Huai was holding the bowl, which was full of beautiful Yangzhou fried rice. The rice was fried into distinct grains and golden in color. At first glance, it looked like the legendary golden egg fried rice that often appeared in food articles. It was Lafayette's favorite rice.
My favorite is the legendary egg fried rice where every grain of rice is evenly coated with egg wash.
Of course, this is only at first glance.
Huang Jia is not at that level, and Yangzhou fried rice is not ordinary egg fried rice either.
The ingredients of fried rice are very rich. Eggs, shrimps, beef cubes, ham, carrot cubes and other ingredients are mixed together, and sprinkled with chopped green onion. It tastes extremely fragrant and attractive. Qinhuai has a mouthful of Yangzhou fried rice, a mouthful of eel paste, and a mouthful of Yangzhou fried rice.
One bite of squirrel mandarin fish, one bite of Yangzhou fried rice, and one bite of silken tofu. I couldn't stop eating one bite after another.
Qin Huai felt that if the daily employee meals were of this level, then it would be okay to work as a cow and horse in Huangji.
Although Huang Jia's craftsmanship is not as good as Huang Shengli's, it is still far better than other chefs, at least far better than the 10 yuan stir-fry next door to Qin's breakfast shop.
Qin Huai didn't want to complain about Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong's cooking skills. He just wanted to say that if the breakfast restaurant at home was busy and Zhao Rong had no time to cook, he would give him 20 yuan and let him take Qin Luo to eat next door for 10 yuan.
Yuan Xiao Chao.
That is Qin Luo's daily little joy.
This is also why after Qin Huai inherited Yunzhong Canteen, his family of four ate in the canteen every day. It was not because the red chef in the canteen was very good at cooking, but mainly because he loved eating in the canteen.
Moreover, it is also beneficial to eat in the canteen every day. The surrounding residents trust the food safety of the canteen very much. After all, the boss’s family eats every day. Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan had lunch happily.
"Siyuan." Qin Huai suddenly said, "I just found out that your criminal investigation skills are among the best in the industry." Zheng Siyuan nodded lightly: "So, but you are still taller among the short ones."
"Then why don't you go work in a restaurant or open your own restaurant? Is it because you are too tired?" Qin Huai asked curiously.
He always felt that a top master in the industry opened a pastry shop selling cheap pastries at the entrance of the community, which was very similar to the Shaolin sweeping monk, but the Shaolin sweeping monk was a character that only appeared in novels.
"That's not true." Zheng Siyuan said, "It should be said that it is not entirely true. Sometimes the business is too busy and tiring when opening a pastry shop."
"Compared with making dim sum, I enjoy selling the dim sum and watching everyone eat it." Zheng Siyuan said, "If you work in the back kitchen of a restaurant, it is difficult to get the feedback from diners immediately.
"And I'm not short of money." Zheng Siyuan patted the carrot dices that fell on Dior's pants. "And I don't think I can become a master chef in a well-known restaurant with my current skills. If I go to work in a restaurant, I will go to Yonghe."
A famous restaurant like Zhiweiju."
"But my level is not considered top-notch in Yonghe Curie, and it is impossible to surpass the famous master chefs in those restaurants that are famous for their red cases."
"I don't like to be a foil for others." Zheng Siyuan said calmly, "Actually, I stayed at Huangji for half a year seven years ago. At that time, my uncle was still in good health. Huangji had a lot of customers every day, and the waiters and chefs
The number of personnel is about 1.5 times what it is now."
"At that time, although many customers praised me and my dim sum sales were good, I was always my uncle's foil. People would never come to Huang Ji for my dim sum. They must come to Huang Ji for my uncle's craftsmanship.
I don’t like living this kind of life.”
"Maybe to a certain extent, my dad and I are the same. We are both unwilling to be inferior to others. It's just that my dad chose to go into business, and I chose to open a pastry shop in front of the community."
Qin Huai expressed his understanding and continued cooking.
"But you are definitely not that kind of person." Zheng Siyuan said, "I feel like you don't care about this kind of thing at all."
Qin Huai said: "Maybe, I think it's normal that there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the world. If the world is invincible, there may be demons outside the territory. I have no interest in being the first." "I think as long as my family and friends are happy, as long as everyone can eat well.
The heart is stronger than anything else.”
"Then are you willing to stay at Huangji for a while?" Zheng Siyuan asked. "Eh?" Qin Huai was stunned.
Does Zheng Siyuan have shares in Huang Ji?
"Uncle's health is not good, and with his restless temper, I feel he will retire in a few years." Zheng Siyuan pointed to the eel paste on the plate, "You can also eat Huang Jia's craftsmanship
If you come out, you are not as good as Master."
Although I don’t care much, I also know that Huang Ji’s business is getting worse day by day.”
"So I hope that if possible, you can stay at Huangji for a while, at least until the uncle has recovered his waist and can cook again until retirement, without relapse in the middle."
"With you here, my uncle won't worry about Huang Ji's business, and he won't insist on cooking two good dishes from time to time."
Qin Huai was still cooking the rice, chewed it and swallowed it, and asked: "Do you have to have me? I think it's okay for you to go back to Huangji and work for a while. The sales of mooncakes are also very good." "You know what the guests were like at noon today?
Is it a guess?" Zheng Siyuan answered the question.
"How did you guess it?"
"They thought my dad was invited back by his uncle to save the day, so they were so crazy about buying snacks."
"Ah?" Qin Huai was confused. Zheng Da wouldn't have fallen so low. Zheng Da's craftsmanship is much better than his. "Perhaps in the hearts of the diners, your craftsmanship is better than mine."
"I don't even want to work next to a red-case chef who is better than me, let alone a white-case chef who is destined to be better than me?"
"Didn't you just say that? Invincible people can also meet the demon outside the city. I think in the hearts of those diners now, you are probably the demon outside the city." "Ah?" The demon outside the city opened his mouth in confusion, not knowing.
I thought about what to say and then continued eating.
Yangzhou fried rice is so delicious.
After a short lunch break, at 2:30 in the afternoon, the demon from outside the territory began his first formal teaching. Huang Shengli returned from physical therapy and looked in high spirits.
Huang Shengli has completed a set of detailed teaching plans, which were formulated overnight last night. As a red case master who loves to accept apprentices, Huang Shengli has very rich teaching experience
Regardless of whether he has a professional background or is a wild child, has solid basic skills or has almost no basic skills, Huang Shengli has his own corresponding teaching method. Even a genius, Huang Shengli has a plan.
Huang Shengli also taught Zheng Siyuan for a while when he was a child.
Huang Shengli felt that it was time for Qin Huai to know what a real famous teacher was. He was not a fake famous teacher like Zheng Da who couldn't even speak clearly. He had rich teaching experience and had nine disciples and a nephew.
, a famous gold medal teacher in Suzhou.
In the past, online classes gave him no room to develop. Now that he is taking practical classes, Qin Huai must know the value of famous teachers.
"Xiao Qin, I probably know your level of heat. Don't be stressed on the first day of our practice and don't be afraid of problems." "I remember Siyuan told me that you really want to practice Bianshao now. I
I think you can practice it, but you have to start with simple practices.”
"How about we fry some vegetables first?"
"You fry it once, and then I fry it again. I won't tell you, but you first tell me what problems you think you have by observing the process of my frying." Huang Shengli started teaching with a smile.
Qin Huai nodded solemnly and started frying vegetables.
Stir-frying vegetables is a step that every chef with a professional background will go through. Qin Huai has never experienced it.
He really has never fried vegetables.
The first time he fried tomatoes and eggs, he cooked it for Qin Luo when he was in high school. Qin Luo liked it very much and ate three bowls of rice with one plate of tomatoes and eggs. Of course, it was mainly because Qin Huai knew how to do it at that time.
Fried tomatoes and scrambled eggs.
Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong had something to go out that day, and the 10-yuan stir-fry shop next door was closed. The brother and sister thought for a while, and took half of the 20 yuan from the meal and half of it to me, and made some random things for themselves.
Qin Luo cooks and Qin Huai cooks. Qin Huai is very serious.
Heat oil in a pan.
Pour the dishes. Crack. Stir-fry over high heat. Stir-fry. Stir-fry over low heat. Wave the spatula twice more. Remove from the pan!
A plate of vegetables that looked edible but didn't look very good was born. Huang Shengli didn't say anything and started his performance.
Cubs Heat oil in a pan.
Dish! Beautiful stir-fry. Spoon! Beautiful stir-fry.
The vegetables in the pot are still juicy. Take them out of the pot!
Cahsicds A plate of green vegetables that looks very delicious and looks very good was born.
The green vegetables stir-fried by Huang Shengli were placed next to the green vegetables stir-fried by Qin Huai, so that Qin Huai's green vegetables should be poured into the swill bucket.
Regardless of the red dish or the white dish, the simpler the dish, the better the chef's level can be seen. Because simplicity represents the public, and the public represents commonness, only when everyone has seen it can the difference be seen.
"Did you see anything?" Huang Shengli asked with a smile.
Qin Huai thought for a while: "The heat is very important. The secret to frying vegetables is to stir-fry them over high heat. The vegetables cook quickly, so it is important to heat them evenly during the frying process. I don't know how to turn the spoon, so I worry about the vegetables not being cooked.
Leaving it in the pot too long will cause the vegetables to become overcooked and not look good."
"And if the stir-frying time is controlled well, the dishes will look better." "Also..."
Huang Shengli:...
What did I say after you said all my words? Huang Shengli could only nod: "Try it." Qin Huai started to try it.
One plate, two plates, three plates...
Each set has different technical errors. It's easy to talk about it on paper, but difficult to do it in practice.
Qin Huai understood the truth, but he couldn't control his hands.
Qin Huai was just frying vegetables one after another. After cooking, the chef might be about to start work. There were many people passing by him, such as Huang Jia, Dong Shi, Dong Li, Wang Jun and other familiar faces.
I pass by it every two or three minutes.
It was very busy getting dishes and plates.
Huang Shengli didn't say anything. Every time Qin Huai cooked a dish, he nodded and signaled Qin Huai to continue.
Although Huang Shengli didn't talk much, Qin Huai felt that it was very effective. The more he cooked, the more he felt it. Compared with the first plate of green vegetables that didn't look very good, Qin Huai felt that the vegetables after him looked pretty good.
of.
Some of the plates even look a little pretty.
Qin Huai happily played one game after another and couldn't stop.
Dong Shi couldn't hold back, grabbed his brother and asked: "Brother, how long did we fry the vegetables for?"
Dong Li said with an expressionless face: "More than three months, the master said that I should first practice for three months to practice my skills."
Dong Shi looked at the food in the bucket with some confusion (too much fried food could not be filled and had to be poured into the bucket), and said: "Why do I think Qin Huai doesn't even need it for a week?" Dong Li calmly glanced at the hotly fried vegetables.
Qin Huai: "People are different, just accept your fate."
Chapter completed!