"Sister Damai, look at what you want to drink." Sun Xiaowei said, taking the initiative to help the other party turn to the page of drinks, and then handed it to Damai: "You can try our non-alcoholic mojito, which is more suitable for now.
In this weather, of course, passion fruit is also good.”
Damai took the menu handed over by Sun Xiaowei, pursed his lips politely, and nodded: "Oh, let me take a look first."
She sat side by side with Zhang Wentao and Hu Youyu.
But obviously, their treatment was not as good as that of Damai. Hu Youyu flipped through the menu by himself, and Zhang Wentao said without even looking at it: "Can you give me a bottle of dried ginger water first?"
"Okay." Sun Xiaowei smiled and then went to the bar in person.
Shi Tiandong didn't even look at the menu in front of him. After staying here for two days, he already knew the dishes and drinks very well. The previous chef had been fired on his first day here.
Since he hasn't found a suitable chef candidate yet, he can only stay here for a few days.
However, he couldn't figure out how the previous chef invented many of the dishes on the menu. They looked really bluffing. No wonder Sun Xiaowei, who was anxious to prove herself, was deceived.
Zhang Wentao could also understand this kind of thing. After listening to Shi Tiandong talk about the situation for a while, he got a rough guess.
They don’t have much skill, but there are many chefs who can fool people, and there are many abroad. And there are many such people who can’t make it in foreign countries, and come to China to work as executive chefs or head chefs in five-star hotels.
yes.
"Then what are your plans next?" Zhang Wentao took a sip of the dried ginger water brought by Sun Xiaowei and asked.
Shi Tiandong sighed, looked at Sun Xiaowei, who had a worried look on his face when he heard this question, and said: "Xiaowei is still looking, and there should be someone applying for the job in the next few days. I will temporarily hold the position for a few days, and help her check it out.
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"Well, you should be much more reliable here." Zhang Wentao nodded. Although he had never seen the other party cooking, he looked at the photo and found that if it was really him who cooked it, then it would definitely not be a big problem.
Although there are differences between Chinese food and Western food, the essence is the same.
While filling the stomach, it makes people look pleasing to the eye, salivate, and full of appetite. This is the fundamental reason why delicious food never changes.
"By the way, Mr. Zhang, you told Tiandong yesterday that you suggested that my restaurant should serve Italian food. I want to hear your opinion." Sun Xiaowei said with a smile and took out a pen seriously.
Follow the notebook.
"You don't need to remember it. In fact, you will understand it as soon as I tell you." Zhang Wentao smiled. This was what he came for today. He knew the draft well and said: "Actually, the reason is very simple. Compared with the creativity you are doing now,
In terms of fusion cuisine, Italian food is simpler, can be made to a higher level, can help you build a reputation, and the price is more acceptable to tourists and locals who come here."
"Actually, I prefer Italian food to the French food I cook, really."
Zhang Wentao told the truth. When he first came into contact with Western food in China, he bought Italian cookbooks by himself, in Chinese and English, published domestically and abroad.
Italian food has a very high status in Western food and is known as the "Mother of Western food".
Although French food is famous, it is still evolved from Italian food. Italy itself has a richer cuisine and dishes. It is not just pasta and pizza as in the traditional impression.
And compared to French food, which is complicated and delicate, with various sauces and stocks, and also takes into account changes and innovative tastes, Italian food pursues simplicity and simplicity, and the original taste of the food.
Regarding Italian cuisine, Zhang Wentao’s most respected cuisine is the cuisine of Tuscany.
"Can you tell me more specifically?"
"certainly……"
After Zhang Wentao explained his point of view, Sun Xiaowei probably understood what the other party meant. To put it simply, don't mess around and make dishes that can cater to the taste of the public. Only then will it be reliable.
Shi Tiandong strongly agrees with this point of view.
After Zhang Wentao finished speaking, he also expressed his opinion, hoping that his friends could refer to this reasonable suggestion and seriously consider making an early decision.
He has his own restaurant in Suzhou, which specializes in creative fusion cuisine. However, his skills in Suzhou cuisine are not low. In addition, he likes to delve into food, so he can make unique dishes, so he can also deeply understand creative fusion.
What is the difficulty with the dish?
Not to mention that he has to go back to take care of his own restaurant. Even if he stays here for his friends, he will not be able to cook local fusion dishes with Dali characteristics that are well received in a short period of time.
Because his understanding of Yunnan cuisine is only superficial.
Without a deep understanding of the culture of a cuisine, how is it possible to make a fusion dish of this cuisine?
Sun Xiaowei could understand and listen to what the two of them said. But as a restaurant owner, having invested so much in the early stage, if she rashly switched to Italian cuisine, she would face high risks.
But if he doesn't change, Shi Tiandong won't be able to stay here for long. What if he doesn't find a reliable chef before he leaves.
After struggling for a while, Sun Xiaowei took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say to Zhang Wentao:
"Mr. Zhang, if I can't recruit a good chef in a short period of time, can you help me first?"
Instantly, the air between the three chatting people became quiet.
Damai and Hu Youyu didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that they would make some strange movement that would affect Zhang Wentao who was deep in thought.
"I want to see Tiandong's carving first."
After a long time, Zhang Wentao gave his answer.
And his answer also made Shi Tiandong think.
Drinking a drink and eating melon barley for a long time, she looked at the person in front of her in disbelief, because the moment Zhang Wentao said his answer, she immediately understood.
These three are actually plotting against each other.
Sun Xiaowei, who had been rejected, hoped that Zhang Wentao would come to the restaurant to help; Zhang Wentao gave his own conditions and kept Shi Tiandong; then how would Shi Tiandong choose?
Feeling in his heart, he turned out to be Da Mai, an adult plotting, and stared intently at Shi Tiandong, who was frowning.
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Meat sauce is the essence of a bowl of rice noodles.
Just like Bolognese spaghetti, the key to success is not how well you cook the spaghetti, so that the noodles are fully cooked and chewy. The key to success is whether the bowl of Bolognese sauce can give it a chewy texture.
The soul of this bowl of noodles and rice noodles is the same in Dali.
The delicious and fragrant minced meat is what gives the soul of these two dishes from different countries, regions and styles.
Throughout the ages, every household has its own way of making its own unique sauces.
Xie Zhiyuan, who had been away from home for so many days in a mushroom hot pot restaurant, missed most the bowl of meat sauce fried with Xie Ah's milk that tasted just right when paired with rice noodles.
Although you can eat it in other stores, the taste of grandma can only be tasted when you go home.
"Grandma, just let me do it."
"I'll do it, Ayuan likes to eat what I cook."
Xie Zhiyuan will be back soon.
Grandma Xie and Xie Zhiyao were in the kitchen, busy preparing his favorite meals for him.
Seeing Ah Nai being so partial to letting her prepare steamed eggs for Xie Zhiyuan, although Xie Zhiyao complained, the movements of his hands did not stop.
Instead, I was worried that it would be too late and that I would have to wait after Ayuan came back.
"Ayao, do you want to ask Hongdou to eat?"
Smelling the meat sauce she had made, Grandma Xie nodded with satisfaction. She couldn't help but think of Xu Hongdou, who had been in Yunmiao Village for so many days, and had she tasted the taste of every household here.