He Changle's temperament is gentle and elegant, especially after wearing this dark blue chef's costume, his bossy temperament of a chef is undoubtedly evident, which directly surpasses Huang Xuedong, a short, poor and fat man by several blocks.
Amid everyone's shocked gazes and comments, He Changle had already walked up to Yang Chen and Huang Xuedong, and then generously extended his hand: "He Changle, the executive chef of the Sujia Restaurant Donghai City flagship store, please give me your advice in the future.
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"He...Mr. He, you...you know me?"
Hearing that He Changle had directly recognized him, Huang Xuedong's heart was filled with excitement, as if he had taken Viagra. He quickly grabbed He Changle's hand with both hands, with an excited smile on his face.
As a chef, my lifelong dream is to win the national title of Chef God or Chef King.
Huang Xuedong is still far behind the chef king in the country.
What he didn't expect was that someone of He Changle's status and status would actually know about him.
"Two years ago, Mr. Lin from Shuanglin Group came to me with your team and wanted to sign me as executive chef with an annual salary of five million."
"If I remember correctly, the chef who served me tea that day was you."
He Changle squinted his eyes and looked at Huang Xuedong, with a smile on his face.
As soon as he finished speaking, all the customers in the audience went crazy.
Not to mention that today I really met a big boss like the king of chefs in the country. What He Changle said just now seems to be talking about the reason why the two people met. In fact, this sentence has instantly killed Huang Xuedong in terms of status and identity.
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Sujia Restaurant can afford to hire people that Shuanglin Group cannot hire.
The executive chef of Shuanglin Group was serving tea and water to the executive chef of Sujia Restaurant two years ago.
This wave of operations was simply invincible, and the whole audience was delighted. They were quite happy with this crushing operation.
"Lao He, you and Chef Huang still have such a fate."
Yang Chen also knew this for the first time, raised his eyes slightly, and asked.
"That's right."
As a head chef, He Changle naturally understood the purpose of Huang Xuedong's visit. He just nodded lightly and continued: "I just didn't expect that Chef Huang is so powerful. He has already worked as a chef from a chef to a head chef in just two years."
, Chef Huang must be participating in the God of Cooking competition held in Donghai City this time."
"Mr. He, do you want to represent the Su Family Restaurant in this Master of Chef Competition?"
When Huang Xuedong heard He Changle mentioning the competition, his eyes widened and he felt so weak that his legs were weak.
"Won't."
Huang Xuedong shook his head: "I said that I will not participate in any competitions. This time I came to Sujia Restaurant to be the chef for another reason."
"That... is such a pity."
Huang Xuedong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of regret on his face, but he was happy inside.
If He Changle were to represent the Su Family Restaurant in the God of Cooking Competition, Shuanglin Group would have absolutely no chance of winning. Even if Shuanglin Group could control the Donghai Culinary Arts Association, He Changle's reputation would be completely eliminated when it comes to public judging.
Crush.
At that time, if Huang Xuedong is really allowed to win the title of God of Cooking through a secret operation, he will probably be scolded by netizens.
"Chef Huang is here..."
He Changle squinted his eyes and looked at the two bodyguards holding flower baskets behind Huang Xuedong: "Sending blessings?"
"Yes, yes!"
Huang Xuedong quickly came to his senses and placed the flower basket at the door of Su's restaurant himself: "It was a misunderstanding just now. I was also thinking about Mr. He's reputation. I just didn't expect Mr. Yang to be so capable. Even a chef like Mr. He could do it.
Please come."
"Okay, stop bragging. Go back to where you came from and accuse Su's Restaurant of fraud!"
"The current executive chef of Shuanglin Group was just serving tea and water back then. I thought who he was, just making noise here."
"Hurry up and don't affect our meal!"
The onlookers looked at Huang Xuedong with disgust in their eyes and kept driving them away. If they had really taken action, Huang Xuedong would have been kicked away by now, crawling on the ground.
At this moment, Huang Xuedong couldn't help but he didn't dare to make irresponsible remarks in front of He Changle.
He Changle is the vice president of the Chinese Culinary Art Association. Although he is from the previous term, his influence is still first-class. If he is really offended, he, the director of the Haidong Culinary Art Association, will probably be killed.
"Mr. He, then... then I'll leave first."
"I wish Su's restaurant a prosperous business, a prosperous business."
Huang Xuedong nodded quickly, smiled coquettishly, greeted the two bodyguards and left.
"I said Lao Huang, should I call the police?"
Yang Chen looked at Huang Xuedong walking away and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Mr. Yang, see you in the Master of Kitchen Competition!"
Huang Xuedong didn't even look back, and shouted, his tone almost unable to contain the anger that turned into embarrassment.
"Lao He, your reputation is quite good. Huang Xuedong is in trouble this time."
After Huang Xuedong left, Yang Chen turned around and patted He Changle on the shoulder, grinning with his teeth bared.
"I can barely get along."
He Changle smiled, and then changed the topic: "Mr. Su, Mr. Yang, you can let the guests in now. If you don't come in, the dishes will be cold."
"Dear friends, I just treated you all to a show. Now our Su's Restaurant is officially open for business. Please come in!"
Yang Chen waved his hand, and the scene suddenly became lively. People rushed in from the door, and the first and second floors of the restaurant were instantly filled.
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Five days later, outside the courtyard of Li’s family in Qingshan Village.
Yang Chen walked in from outside carrying a hoe, wearing a brand new sweater, and holding a cigarette.
In the yard, Li Xiaoran, who was completely free of crutches and was moving a little slowly, was busy in the kitchen. When he heard a voice, he opened the door curtain and poked his head out: "Why did you go out wearing this sweater? Look, you made it dirty."
"Isn't this a loving sweater knitted by my wife? I don't want everyone to be envious of it."
Yang Chen put down the hoe, stretched out, and grinned with his teeth bared.
"Just be poor."
"They are all bought in the city, who would knit them? It would not be embarrassing to wear them out."
Li Xiaoran's cheeks turned slightly red and she rolled her eyes at him.
"No one should be ashamed of it. Handmade ones are the most precious and cannot be exchanged for a piece of gold."
Yang Chen patted the dirt on his sweater and said.
"How did it go?"
Li Xiaoran took the large plate of chicken out of the kitchen and placed it on the table by the door.
"In the past few days, all the young and old men in the village have helped, and with the two nearby villages planning to come to work at our medicinal material base, the more than 20 people have worked very quickly, and the 300-acre medicinal material base has almost been completed."
"In a few days, I'll go into the mountains, get some wild medicinal materials, graft them, and get some culture fluid, and we'll be ready."
"When the time comes, let Sun Yahan and Mr. Sun come to visit together. After all, this medicinal material base technically belongs to Jishengtang."
Yang Chen washed his face and said.
"sister in law."
At this moment, a playful voice came from outside the door.
"Miss Sun, please come in quickly!"
When Li Xiaoran heard the voice, he looked up and saw Sun Yahan wearing a high-end windbreaker standing at the door. He quickly smiled and said, "I was talking about you just now."
"Miss Sun is here to inspect the work."
Yang Chen turned his head and looked at Sun Yahan who came in with a fruit basket in his hand, grinning with his teeth bared.
"How dare you? I just came to express my condolences to our boss Yang from Jishengtang. He has worked hard these days building a medicinal material base. I'm here to tell you some good news."
Sun Yahan walked in and said with a smile.
"What good news?"
Yang Chen threw the towel on the washstand, wiped the Dabao sod honey, and said.
"As you said, something happened to Cihang Pharmaceutical across the street just a few days after it opened. I heard that several patients have developed allergies and wound ulcers after using their burn ointment."
"Today Cihang Pharmaceutical is refuting rumors and recalling all the burn ointments on the shelves. It is said that the relevant departments have intervened and their stocks have also dropped a lot in the morning."
Sun Yahan said.
"Something happened so soon?"
When Yang Chen heard the good news from Sun Yahan, he was just slightly stunned and sighed: "I thought Cihang Pharmaceutical could last for a few days, but it seems that I thought they were too awesome!"