The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed, fearing that if he asked Mrs. Cheng to help cook for a day, he would offend his own cook.
He spent a lot of money to hire this cook from Zuixianlou in Yangzhou. His food was excellent in the town, but his temper was also extremely weird.
Even the guy who cooks doesn't let outsiders touch his affairs, and the chef Fang is solely responsible for the kitchen affairs. Even he, the shopkeeper, has no control over the kitchen affairs.
The last time Mrs. Cheng mentioned that she wanted to help the cook for a day, he went to the cook to discuss it. But his cook didn't want to and he couldn't force it.
"Mr. Wen, it's not that I don't agree to this. You also know that Chef Fang has a weird temper that you and I can't handle. If we offend him, will this restaurant continue to open in the future?"
Mr. Wen, who is in charge of the accounts, is a relative of the owner, and Chef Fang, invited from Yangzhou, is the restaurant's signature.
The shopkeeper was in a very difficult position, as he couldn't afford to offend anyone on either side.
If anything goes wrong, the boss will only look for him.
Mr. Wen pondered for a while after listening to the shopkeeper's words.
"Why don't I go talk to Chef Fang first and see if there's any room for relief. Mrs. Cheng won't take his job. She can even help him."
Mr. Wen said that he came out from behind the cashier's counter and was about to head towards the kitchen. Seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly chased after him.
Both of them had bad tempers, so they couldn't get into a fight over a disagreement.
Song Yutong and Cheng Hanyan looked at each other, and she weakly asked Cheng Hanyan.
"Husband, have I gotten into trouble?"
Cheng Hanyan nodded.
Song Yutong, who originally thought she would be comforted: "..."
"Why don't you go and call the shopkeeper, Mr. He Wen, back? If Chef Fang doesn't agree, forget it. Don't embarrass him." Song Yutong encouraged.
After all, Chef Renfang hasn't agreed yet, so she doesn't dare to enter his territory without permission. Since Cheng Hanyan can go in when delivering prey, it should be okay to go in and say a few words!
As soon as Song Yutong finished speaking, a crackling sound came from the kitchen. Then, a rough male voice was heard arguing with someone.
After a while, Song Yutong saw a tall, thick-set man walking out with two kitchen knives in his hand, as if he wanted to use the kitchen knives to kill someone.
Song Yutong was dumbfounded. Wasn't she just helping the cook? If people didn't want her to do it, she would just stop doing it. What's the point of going out with a kitchen knife to kill people?
Cheng Hanyan saw Song Yutong's pupils shrink, his eyes showing fear, and he took two steps back, as if he had been frightened.
She sighed slightly, stepped forward and pulled Song Yutong behind her, and took the initiative to talk to Chef Fang.
"I'm sorry, my wife loves cooking very much. I heard that Chef Fang's cooking skills are the best in our town and county. I would like to ask you for advice on cooking skills. No offense intended."
Chef Fang's angry and sharp eyes glanced at the woman behind Cheng Hanyan.
"A peasant woman also wants to learn cooking skills from me. Does she have the ability? I have been studying cooking for five years, and I have been working with a famous chef, the Royal Chef of Kyoto. You want a woman to humiliate me, who are you looking down on?"
"This kitchen is my territory. I see that you, Cheng Hanyan, will not care about her. You should take the people away quickly, and don't bother me here."
When Song Yutong heard Chef Fang's words of contempt for the woman, she who was huddled behind Cheng Hanyan slowly stood up.
This attracted Cheng Hanyan's sideways glance, making people wonder what she was going to do?
"What's wrong with a peasant woman? What's wrong with a woman? Food knows no boundaries, and chefs don't distinguish between men and women. The competition is all about cooking skills. Do you have the guts to compete with me?"
Chef Fang snorted coldly: "If you get out as soon as possible, I won't care about you. Are you qualified to compete with me in cooking?"
"I'm enough!" Song Yutong's tone was firm and extremely confident.
"Since you said your chef is a famous chef and the royal chef of Kyoto, can you make Kung Pao Chicken?"
Kung Pao Chicken is a famous dish in the palace, and only the royal chef can cook it. If Chef Fang once had the imperial chef as his apprentice, then he would definitely be able to cook this dish.
As soon as Song Yutong said this, Chef Fang was silent for a while. His eyebrows were tightened and his eyes were full of suspicion when he looked at Song Yutong.
Nowadays, there are not many cooks who can make Kung Pao Chicken, and the method is not widely spread. In the world of chefs, the imperial chef has the highest status, and those who can worship the imperial chef as their masters have an extraordinary status in the entire catering circle.
Moreover, the famous dish of Kung Pao Chicken is not something you want to be taught just because you want to learn from Royal Chef.
"You are a woman who really doesn't know what to say. You dare to brag about famous palace dishes. How could you know how to cook this dish? Hahahaha, it's so funny!"
The more Chef Fang thought about it, the more he thought Song Yutong was talking nonsense.
"That's really unfortunate, I really know how to do it!"
Song Yutong just couldn't stand Chef Fang's arrogance and look down on women. In ancient times, women's status was low, but women did the laundry and cooking, and women's cooking skills had long been inferior to men.
"Ha! I don't know how high the world is..." Chef Fang rolled his eyes at Song Yutong and suddenly lost the desire to talk to this woman.
She wants to be a clown here, but he doesn't want to be a judge. His time is precious.
Chef Fang turned around to leave, but Naituanzi, who had been protected in Song Yutong's arms, said something leisurely.
"Mother, does the chef dare not compare with you? Does he know that the food cooked by my mother is better than that of the chef at Piaoxiang House in the county?"
It sounds innocent, but it's actually full of scheming.
The chef of Piaoxianglou, Nai Tuanzi should have heard these words from Sister Yufang.
When Chef Fang heard what Naituanzi said, he stopped suddenly and turned around to look at Song Yutong with disgust in his eyes.
"It's not a big deal for a mother to tell lies, but she also takes her children with her to tell lies. The upper beam is not upright, and the lower beam is crooked."
"Brother Fang's words are really biased. If you don't want my wife to help cook here, you can politely refuse. Why should you be so rude?"
Cheng Hanyan, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke. The man's eyes were majestic and somewhat imposing.
He also felt that what Chef Fang said was a bit excessive.
At this time, Mr. Wen and the shopkeeper came out of the back kitchen. Seeing the furious scene, they were all stunned and hurried forward to persuade.
"Being Orion, don't get angry. Don't you understand that Chef Fang has this temper? Let's just let it go for my sake." The shopkeeper persuaded me.
"I just heard in the kitchen that Mrs. Cheng can cook Kung Pao Chicken, a famous palace dish. Do you know whether it is true or not?" Mr. Wen suddenly came to Chef Fang's side and inquired in a low voice.
"You also said that it is a famous palace dish. If she can cook it, I will twist off the head and give it to her as a cuju." Chef Fang was very disdainful and said sarcastically.