Chapter 80 "It tastes good" (please vote for me and recommend it)
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 80 "It tastes good" (please vote for me and recommend it)
Upon hearing Xu Hongdou's suggestion, Zhang Wentao did not immediately nod in agreement.
In French cuisine, they are generally divided into French chefs, pastry chefs, and bakers. Each performs their own duties and develops in their own field.
There are many desserts in French cuisine, generally divided into dry pastries, pastries, multi-layer cakes, candies and jams, etc. Each category has its own world if it is subdivided. It is very important to become a good pastry chef.
Disaster.
For example, a macaron gave Zhang Wentao a headache when he saw it. Only girls like this kind of sweet and cloying thing.
As for bakers, it's even more complicated.
Although Zhang Wentao has some skills, his level of performance can only be considered average. After all, these are three professions that seem to be the same, but are actually very different.
It's not as simple as the five short words "Western pastry chef" written in the professional standards.
It was obvious that Zhang Wentao wanted to refuse, but Xu Hongdou did not persist because she knew that if Zhang Wentao agreed, he would definitely teach Nana very carefully.
Just like that day because of my words, I dragged my tired body to wait for several hours.
But even though she understood, she was still a little disappointed.
Because in a short period of time, I want to bring the desserts in the restaurant to a higher level, the best way now is to ask the other party to help. It’s not that Nana’s cooking is not good enough, but Xu Hongdou’s requirements are too high.
She hopes to create a service quality, food and beverage level that is completely in line with the requirements of a five-star hotel lobby bar.
Damai and Ma Ye also looked at Zhang Wentao, wanting to see how he would answer.
After a moment of silence, Zhang Wentao still said nothing. He just took the fork in his hand and gently scraped the coffee powder on the top of the tiramisu.
After another moment of silence, he said: "The work in the restaurant is quite busy. If possible, can you do it in a few days?"
"Okay, I just want Nana to learn it. It doesn't have to be too difficult." Xu Hongdou smiled slightly.
Zhang Wentao nodded, and then suddenly said to Mr. Ma and Damai: "By the way, tomorrow afternoon, if you have time, come to the Creative Restaurant. We will try the dishes tomorrow and come over to help and give us your opinions."
Mr. Ma smiled and said: "Okay, it just so happens that I haven't tasted your craftsmanship for a few days."
"Brother Wen Tao, I want to stay in the courtyard and write a manuscript. I'm not in good shape at all today. I'm afraid that if I don't save enough manuscripts and write less in the past two days, updates will be interrupted and I'll be in trouble..." Damai said, his head slowly turning.
It drooped.
"It's okay, then you just work hard at home. I'll send you the photos then, and I'll come back and cook whichever one you want to eat." Zhang Wentao nodded. He didn't know anything about writing. Since his friend is in trouble, then
Don't force others, but do your best to help them.
"Okay, Brother Wen Tao. Is it too much trouble?" Damai raised his head and looked at the other person again, his voice a little soft when he spoke.
Zhang Wentao shook his head: "What's the trouble? Don't you treat me as a friend?"
"Yes, yes. I treat everyone as a friend." Damai said quickly.
Seeing her anxious look, Master Ma and Xu Hongdou couldn't help but laugh.
…
After the dessert was finished and the chat was over, Mr. Ma and Damai went back to the room first.
There were only two people left in the kitchen, Zhang Wentao and Xu Hongdou. One was washing the dishes, and the other was reading the "Employee Handbook" he had written to each other piece by piece.
Maybe it was because not long after she finished writing, under the soft yellow light, when Xu Hongdou was reading from her notebook, she would get stuck from time to time, and then she would move her hair away from her ears to cover up her little embarrassment.
.
But Zhang Wentao, who was concentrating on washing dishes, didn't see it.
"Okay, I've finished reading. Please tell me what you think."
After Xu Hongdou finished reading, he let out a sigh of relief.
"It's very good. Onboarding, assessment, salary, vacation, insurance and resignation are all covered. Just follow the instructions." Zhang Wentao put the dishes and chopsticks away and leaned on the cabinet and said.
"Then do you think you have anything to add?"
Xu Hongdou asked expectantly. Apparently, she was quite satisfied with Zhang Wentao's answer.
"No, the main thing is that you have to explain it clearly to the aunties and then implement it. I don't think the rest is okay. Besides..." Zhang Wentao shrugged his shoulders and said in a casual tone: "I'm not the boss."
"Then I'll take this and discuss it with Xie Zhiyao tomorrow to see what he has to say."
"Um."
After talking about the serious things, Xu Hongdou also relaxed. He hammered his shoulders with his little hand and shook his neck. Then he put his notebook aside and said casually: "By the way, why can't you continue reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude"
, I see that you and Damai are quite familiar with that book."
Zhang Wentao didn't expect that the other party would ask this. He was stunned for a moment, then slowly retracted the corners of his smiling mouth, and returned to his previous state of silence when facing Xu Hongdou.
In fact, when Damai asked him what his favorite impression of the book was, he chose to cover it up with "too much". Unexpectedly, Xu Hongdou suddenly mentioned it again.
In the book, there is a description of the view of life and death, which is illustrated by the death of parents.
Whenever he thinks of his parents' unexpected death, Zhang Wentao seems to be stabbed in the deepest part of his heart.
On the side, Xu Hongdou also felt the changes in Zhang Wentao, and then looked at the other person who was silent and deep in thought, frowning slightly.
This time the wrinkles were not like the usual ones of boredom because one didn't like the other person's attitude.
It was because of the other person's sudden change that she couldn't help but think about why the other person suddenly became like this.
Zhang Wentao also couldn't help but realize his gaffe, took a deep breath, and smiled sadly at Xu Hongdou: "What, you can't stand it anymore?"
Xu Hongdou pursed her lips slightly and nodded.
"Don't read it if you can't stand it anymore. You're already busy with work, so don't waste your energy on this book." Zhang Wentao finished speaking calmly, stood up straight and said, "Okay, it's almost time to take a rest.
Yes, good night."
"Well, good night."
…
After returning to the room, Zhang Wentao breathed a sigh of relief.
It was really too embarrassing just now. I almost failed to control myself in front of the other person. I almost failed to control myself in front of the other person. I almost had my heartbeat fluctuated by the other person.
"It seems that I'm still not busy enough." He complained to himself in a low voice, and then went to the closet to look at the clothes he wanted to change into after taking a shower, but found that the clothes he had brought were only clean.
Just one or two more.
It seems that it is necessary to pack up my dirty clothes and take them to the laundry in town tomorrow, and take the time to buy a few more clothes.
After making his decision, he took out a gray T-shirt, found some clean underwear, and walked into the bathroom.
…
Not long after.
Xu Hongdou in Room 6 was wearing pajamas, wiping her wet hair with a towel and sitting on the sofa in her room.
The busy life that had just begun made her feel that her life here was gradually becoming more fulfilling.
I looked sideways at the photo wall hanging on the wall and saw the "delicious" column. It suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to take a photo of tiramisu today.