Xie Fu said with a smile: "We are recruiting chefs." He read out the words above.
After hearing this, the man wondered: "Does the palace still lack a chef?"
The middle-aged man who posted the notice heard the conversation and turned around and said: "I am recruiting the lady's royal chef, and the monthly salary is a hundred taels."
The monthly salary of one hundred taels shocked people. Is this money from the Wang family and not silver? Even the annual salary of a high-ranking official in the dynasty was only one hundred taels.
Of course, there are also salary, job land, servants and other subsidies.
But a hundred taels per month is really appalling.
When Fu Xie heard the words "Queen Chef", he felt something in his heart. It took no effort at all. Seeing how thin she was, she should have taken good care of her body long ago. The title of "Queen Chef" was justifiable.
Instead, he cooked the food himself in the name of a friend, which seemed like he was deliberately trying to please him.
No matter what, the disease must be cured first, and the body must be taken care of first, otherwise everything else will be empty talk. Even when I first met her, she was sallow and thin, looking malnourished, not to mention that she is seriously ill now.
The man asked: "Is the palace still short of chefs?"
The middle-aged man responded: "Miss has no appetite and can't eat anything, so I'm recruiting a person who can cook."
Xie Fu secretly thought that he was sick and couldn't eat any delicious delicacies, so he stepped forward and said, "How about I give it a try?"
The middle-aged man who posted the notice glanced at Xie Fu, probably thinking he was too young, and asked: "Are you here to join in the fun?"
In the past few months, the chefs have changed almost every three to five days. In total, there have been about twenty chefs, and each chef has a great background, and all have decades of cooking skills, and some even have
The old royal chef retired and returned to his hometown.
It is no exaggeration to say that none of these replaced chefs are famous chefs and are not sought after by famous restaurants.
But what's the point of cooking the food if it doesn't suit the young lady's taste? Seeing that the young lady is losing weight day by day, she doesn't fall ill first, she falls hungry first.
Of course, he didn't know the details, he had only heard about them.
Xie Fu responded: "No."
The middle-aged man said displeasedly: "I don't have time to fool around with you."
Xie Fu smiled faintly: "Whether it works or not, you have to let me try. I am determined to apply, but you turned me away. Wouldn't you be derelict in your duty?"
You can convince this middle-aged man with just one sentence. Whether it works or not has nothing to do with you. As a servant, you just need to act according to the rules and do your job well.
The middle-aged man changed his words and said: "Okay, I'll take you over and give it a try."
After scanning the crowd, more and more people were watching, and left with Xie Fu.
This is not a recruitment of servants, but a first-rate, super-skilled cook. With a hundred taels of money per month and the name of the Wang family, I believe the news will spread in no time.
With such a high remuneration, people with truly superb cooking skills will not be tempted.
In fact, in the past few months, most of the super celebrity chefs in cities around Jinling have been looking for him.
Although the master among the people may be elusive, you still have to give it a try.
When we arrived at Yifang, we found that the courtyard was taller than the average house, and it could be considered a large courtyard. However, Mr. Xie didn't know whether it was an individual household or the courtyard of the Wang family.
Before I even entered, I heard the sound of boiling oil coming from inside.
When you enter the courtyard, you will be greeted by a good guy.
I saw that there were dozens of stoves in the spacious yard, divided into two rows, about a foot apart. Each cook had his own stove, and he was so busy that the yard was filled with the fumes of firewood and oil.
Those who didn’t know better thought that the Wang family held a banquet with hundreds of tables.
Xie Fu took a quick look and saw that the chefs were both male and female. They were all a bit older, and there were many people with sixty-year-olds and white beards. The youngest ones were in their forties or fifties.
Dozens of stoves were already occupied, and a team of dozens of people were lined up not far away, apparently showing off their cooking skills one after another.
It seems that the competition is very fierce. I originally thought that with my cooking skills, I would be able to get the position of royal chef, but now the competitors are all elite chefs.
An expert will know right away as soon as he makes a move. The skill of the knife, the strength of the spoon, and the control of the heat all take decades of effort.
This made Xie Fu feel that he was just an average person in front of this group of culinary elites.
Just make peace with what you've got, and you'll have to use your trump card soon.
An old man who was nearly sixty years old came over. He was wearing the same clothes as a servant of the Wang family, but the color was darker, obviously his status was higher.
The middle-aged man immediately greeted him respectfully: "Manager Song."
Manager Song nodded, his eyes falling on Fu Xie, looking at him in a habitual way.
The middle-aged man immediately said: "This person is here to apply for a job as a chef."
Manager Song was surprised when he heard this: "So young?"
You must know that any one who dares to apply for the royal chef has not had decades of cooking skills. How can it be so easy to get a hundred taels a month? This cannot be fooled, not to mention that there are two gourmets, Shi Nansheng and Huo Jianli, sitting in to judge.
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These days, the youngest chefs he met who applied for jobs were in their early forties, and this person was quite famous and was a disciple of the royal chef.
Xie Fu looked at Manager Song sizing him up and smiled slightly.
"Well... since you're here, let's give it a try and line up over there."
This tone obviously did not take this young man seriously.
Just at this moment, a young woman quietly walked in from the door. She was dressed in a green dress. The simple clothes were decorated with some patterns. For an eighteen-year-old daughter, it was enough to show off her peach-like mature beauty.
She has a delicate and beautiful face, a magnolia hairpin in her hair, and a few long strands of hair attached to her cheeks like disobedient willow branches, giving this woman a bit of a girlish charm.
As soon as the woman entered the door, she walked to one side, obviously intending not to alert anyone and observe secretly.
Perhaps the appearance of such a beautiful and charming young lady on such an occasion attracted too much attention, or perhaps her identity was a bit unusual.
Butler Song immediately laid his eyes on her, stepped forward to greet her, and said respectfully and politely: "Miss Yan Yu, why are you here?"
This woman is Yan Yu, Wang Wanzhi's personal maid. She is just a maid. It can be said that she has no power at all, or it can be said that she has great power. Others are willing to listen and do what she says. This is power.
Yan Yu responded: "Let me take a look."
She was very concerned about the selection of chefs. It could even be said that she was anxious and looking forward to it. Could it be that there was no chef in the world who could give the young lady something to eat?
If this continues, the young lady will starve before she falls ill. The young lady in front of her is losing weight day by day. Her miserable and terrifying appearance makes Yan Yu feel heartbroken and uncomfortable.
God, please help me, save the lady.
While Yan Yu was feeling sad, she suddenly felt a gaze staring at her. When she saw it was a young man, her face immediately turned cold.
Xie Fu saw Butler Song's respectful behavior just now and knew that this woman's identity was unusual, so he stared at her specially, hoping that she would recognize a hero.
However, the other party seemed to have been looked at too much by men, and he instinctively mistook Xie Fu's eyes for those who wanted to recognize a hero with his wise eyes, as the eyes a man would have when he sees a beautiful woman.
Thank you Fu for giving me what you thought was a refined smile.
This elegant smile fell in Yan Yu's eyes, but she felt that she was being teased rudely. Her red and phoenix eyes suddenly let out a cold gaze, her eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and deep anger marks were furrowed. The chill emanating from her body spread even to the side.
Butler Song felt as cold as falling into a glacier.
"Where are the bold servants?"
Yan Yu's tone was full of cruelty. She was in such a bad mood that she had nowhere to vent her worries.
Manager Song immediately said angrily: "What are you looking at? This is Miss Yan Yu."
Looking at this tone, I wish I could beat up Mr. Xie and stand up for Yan Yu.
Xie Fu politely called Miss Yan Yu, but his eyes blinked and smiled. You have a sharp eye, don't you think I am very different?
He winks and smiles at the young lady for no reason, even if she doesn't get misunderstood.
Yan Yu pointed her finger at Xie Fu and said angrily: "Who is he?"
Manager Song responded: "This person is here to apply for a job as a capable cook."
Yan Yu was surprised when he heard this, "Are you so young?"
She had no idea that this man was here to apply for a job as a capable chef. After all, none of the royal chefs who were finally hired these days were in their forties or fifties.
Yan Yu looked at Xie Fu curiously.
Xie Fu still smiled, and those clear black eyes seemed to be conveying some message in Yan language, very bold eyes, very aggressive eyes, and seemingly very gentle eyes.
This made her feel that she had to look at him with admiration, and she blurted out: "Let him try it quickly."
Yan Yu is desperate now, so no matter how old or young, everyone will give it a try.
Xie Fu was a little disappointed. That was all, he thought he would be hired directly.
Butler Song said "Uh...", obviously feeling a little uncomfortable with Yan Yu's way of going directly through the back door.
Xie Fu said: "I'll line up."
Yan Yu took a special look at Fu Xie's back. Among these older chefs, he was too young and was indeed a special sight.
Soon Yan Yu was attracted by the fiercely competitive scene.
The chefs on dozens of stoves showed off their cooking skills, and the sound of cooking and the splashing of oil and water could be heard all the time.
There are two people sitting in the middle, one is Huo Jianli, the most famous gourmet in Jinling.
The other person has a greater background and is Shi Nansheng, a gourmet from Suzhou.
Shi Nansheng even founded a magazine called "Food List", which was very popular among celebrities and nobles, and they were eager to circulate it. This magazine would list delicacies from various places and comment on the famous dishes of major restaurants. The dishes were divided into red lists according to their merits.
and black list.
Restaurants that are on the red list will immediately become famous and business will be booming. If they are on the black list, it will be bad and the business will immediately plummet. Therefore, famous restaurants in various places welcome and dislike Shi Nansheng.
The "Food List" even spread to the palace, which shows that Shi Nansheng has great influence in the field of food.
Shi Nansheng and Huo Jianli serve as judges.
One after another delicious dishes were brought to the table, and the two of them just picked up their chopsticks and took a bite without making any comments, only for elimination and to be decided.
Yan Yu saw that Shi Nansheng and the two of them tasted more than a dozen dishes and made the decision to eliminate them. There was not even one pending decision among the dozen or so people, which showed how demanding the requirements were.
After the decision is made, the final selection will be made.
These chefs were already one in a hundred elites, but now they have to stand out from the elite, and become one in a million.
