Looking at the playful smile on Yang Chen's face, Xie Zhankui raised the corners of his mouth slightly, patted his chest with his hand, and said in a sonorous voice: "Maybe Mr. Yang doesn't know that Lao Chen is still somewhat famous in the Chinese martial arts world.
Nor would I make such a joke with my own identity and reputation."
"I really don't know anything about your Chinese martial arts world, and I'm not interested in it. Since Mr. Xie swears on his own honor, if I don't continue, wouldn't it be that I'm ignorant?"
"I'll see you at the gate martial arts gym in two days. As long as you can beat me, I will help Lin Yichen treat his illness."
"People in our village are just spitting words and nailing them!"
Yang Chen also imitated Xie Zhankui, patted his chest, and said decisively.
"good!"
"The old man is waiting for Mr. Yang's guidance at the gate martial arts hall!"
Xie Zhankui was not angry either, and slowly raised his hands and cupped his fists.
"Let's go!"
At this moment, Yang Chen threw the cigarette butt in his hand and got into the urban and rural bus in a few steps.
Xie Zhankui looked at the bus going away, slowly withdrew his gaze, and then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Hello, I'm Xie Zhankui. At two o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, I want to borrow the venue of your gate martial arts gym."
At this moment, Yang Chen didn't know Xie Zhankui's position in the Main Gate Martial Arts School.
He was sitting on the bus, looking out the window at the busy streets, and his eyes suddenly fell on the Ningxian Pedestrian Street passing in front of him.
"Master, stop ahead!"
Yang Chen shouted at the top of his lungs.
The urban and rural buses in the county are not like the urban buses in Donghai City. As long as the voice is loud, it can be used as a foot brake to stop the bus.
"The money will not be refunded!"
The fat woman who collected the money looked at Yang Chen and shouted impatiently.
"Do I look like someone who is short of three or five dollars?"
After the car stopped, Yang Chen jumped out of the car with his hands in his pockets, turned to look at the fat woman next to the car door, rolled his eyes and said.
"Poor guy!"
As the bus was moving slowly, the fat woman was cursing through the window, and she kept saying "cute" from the shape of her mouth.
“It’s true that the fatter you get, the more energetic you become!”
Yang Chen muttered, took out a shriveled cigarette case from his pocket, lit one, and walked across the pedestrian street to the door of Su's Restaurant.
It's past ten o'clock and it's not dinner time yet, and there are no customers at Su's Restaurant yet.
When Yang Chen pushed the door open, several waiters, led by Guo Qian at the front desk, were cleaning carefully.
Hearing the sound of the door, Guo Qian turned around first and saw Yang Chen. A smile appeared on her face and she walked over quickly: "Mr. Yang, why did you come here so early today."
"Something happened, so I stopped by to take a look."
Yang Chen glanced at the hall, raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the second floor: "Where is your boss, Su Xueer?"
"Mr. Su is in the kitchen."
Guo Qian pointed to the passage behind her, which led directly to the kitchen.
"What are you doing in the kitchen?"
When Yang Chen heard this, he was slightly stunned, and his eyes were slightly surprised.
"It seems that we are discussing with the new chef about new dishes. During this period, the sales of medicinal chicken are in short supply. The business of our restaurant is very hot, better than before. So Mr. Su wants to take this opportunity to launch a few dishes
We can come up with new dishes to form a signature series of dishes.”
"Mr. Su has nothing to do in the past few days and has been discussing with the chef in the kitchen, but it seems that there is no good plan yet."
Guo Qian frowned slightly and said.
"Take me to see it."
When Yang Chen heard this, his face showed an expression of sudden realization, and he pointed at the cook behind Guo Qian.
"good."
Guo Qian quickly put down the things in her hands, stepped on her high heels, twisted her hips and led Yang Chen towards the kitchen.
When she arrived at the door of the back kitchen, Guo Qian turned sideways and looked at Yang Chen behind her: "Mr. Yang, we, Mr. Su, had regulations before. Except for the waiters, no one else in the front office could enter the back kitchen.
Yes, so I won’t send you in.”
"I didn't expect you, Mr. Su, to have quite some rules."
Yang Chen bared his teeth and smiled, passed by Guo Qian, opened the kitchen door and walked in. He also stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the trash can at the door.
"Chef Fan, I think this dish needs to be considered. I always feel that there is something missing. Since we are going to make a series of dishes according to the standards of medicinal chicken, each dish must have certain characteristics."
"Whether it's the ingredients, condiments, or cooking methods, we can't make the dishes excellent in all aspects, but we must have one aspect that is very unique."
As soon as Yang Chen entered the kitchen door, he saw Su Xueer, who was wearing gray woolen pants, a red sweater, and a bun, sitting carefully on a chair, with her back to him, tasting the dishes on the table.
Yang Chen glanced at the new chef Fan Li, then at the pot of pork on the table, and finally set his eyes on Su Xueer's slender and beautiful back: "Mr. Su is personally guiding the work of the head chef.
Ah, no wonder the sound of Su’s Restaurant is so good.”
Fan Li raised his head when he heard the voice. His forty-year-old Chinese-character face had a solemn expression, and he immediately said: "Sir, who are you? This is the kitchen of our restaurant. It is inconvenient for guests to visit. Please leave. Our waiter will serve you."
Yours."
"Yang Chen, why are you here?"
Just when Fan Li finished speaking, Su Xueer quickly turned around when she heard this familiar voice, with a look of joy on her face.
This kind of joy seems to be the kind of joy that is more than a friend, a lover who has not met for a long time. It is the joy that Su Xueer is nervous and shy, but feels happy at the same time.
"I'm here to give you the formula."
Yang Chen stepped forward and smiled heartily.
"formula?"
Su Xueer was worrying about launching a series of signature dishes. When she heard Yang Chen talking about the formula, her eyes suddenly lit up and she quickly said: "Yang Chen, what formula did you say it was?"
"Mr. Su, who is this?"
Fan Li frowned, feeling quite unconvinced, and asked.
His cooking skills have won awards throughout Donghai City. This time he came to Sujia Restaurant as the chef because he wanted to prove that he was better than the executive chef of Shuanglin Hotel. On the other hand, he also wanted to make more money.
Seeing the young man in front of him in street clothes opening his mouth to talk about the formula, Fan Li was inevitably a little unhappy in his heart, and his tone became a little colder.
"I forgot to introduce you all. This is Yang Chen, Mr. Yang, the partner of our Sujia Restaurant. This is my newly hired chef Fan Lifan. He is the winner of our Golden Spoon Award in Donghai City. He
My master is a famous Sichuan cuisine master and the last Master of Chefs."
Su Xueer quickly introduced.
"So awesome."
Yang Chen slowly raised his head, stared at Fan Li with slightly aggressive eyes, and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Chef Fan."
"What is the formula that Mr. Yang is talking about?"
When it comes to professional knowledge, Fan Li is not willing to say hello to Yang Chen, and goes straight to the point.
“Recipe for racing crabs.”
Yang Chen was not angry and just answered questions.
"Mr. Yang, what kind of recipe is needed for a crab race? Such a dish will definitely not become the signature dish of our restaurant. I have tried all the crab races made by chefs from all over the world. There is nothing outstanding. Why don't I think about improving my dish?
Signature Guobao Pork.”
Fan Li smiled lightly, his tone full of contempt for Sai Crab.
"Chef Fan seems to look down on the divine dish of Sai Crab."
Yang Chen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, glanced at the stove behind Fan Li, and rolled up his sleeves: "I have nothing to do. I'll show Chef Fan my hand and give it a try before talking."