This has always been the habit of foreign chefs. Domestic chefs don't have this problem, but now they all follow suit.
As soon as he raised his hand, Su Hongyu and Tang Jiao shouted in unison:
"Wait a minute."
Su Hongyu stopped the tuxedo manager and asked, "Who is that? Today's chef learned Chaozhou cuisine? What kind of modern fine Chaozhou cuisine?"
The tuxedo manager didn't know why, so he answered honestly: "No, our chef specializes in authentic Shandong cuisine."
"Hahaha~~"
Tang Jiao burst into laughter immediately. She laughed at Chen Yang and said, "I didn't expect it. You thought it was a roadside restaurant and you were just bragging. The chef here has to come up to thank the guests."
"You must have been slapped in the face. Why are you using fine Chaozhou cuisine? You are also the disciple of Master Lin Yuanlin. Does your face hurt? My dear good-for-nothing brother-in-law."
There was nothing wrong with Chen Yang's face, and he said without changing his expression: "If Shandong cuisine is really authentic, and you can't make this table, there must be something wrong somewhere?"
Su Hongyu couldn't stand it even more, and said disdainfully: "If you don't understand, you don't understand. What good things have you eaten, you loser? You are still acting like this, I almost believed your evil."
"Call the chef to come up and I'll slap him in the face right then and there."
Su Hongyu's last words were addressed to the tuxedo manager.
The tuxedo manager was in a dilemma. He wanted to shave his ears. Why did he do this? If he offended the big boss, he would get some good results in the future.
Chen Yang nodded at him indifferently and indicated that he should do as he was told.
A slap in the face?
I really haven’t been afraid of anyone!
It only took ten minutes for the chef to arrive. During these ten minutes, Su Hongyu and Tang Jiao didn't hear anything from their mouths.
Pretending to understand what you don’t understand.
Why is it that the men in other people's families are all hands-on, but the men in our family only know how to talk, so that's a mistake.
etc.
Only Tang Wan did not agree. He had an indescribable confidence in what Chen Yang said.
Ten minutes later, a fifty-year-old chef wearing a chef's hat and clean chef clothes, who looked more like he came out of a dry cleaning shop than walking out of the kitchen, walked up to Chen Yang's table.
He put his hands behind his back, bowed deeply, introduced himself as the hotel's head chef according to the rules, then thanked him for the favor, asked if there was anything that didn't suit his taste, and how he could improve it in the future, etc.
Su Hongyu didn't have the patience to listen to what he had to say, so she hurriedly interrupted: "The manager just said that you cook Shandong cuisine, right? Come on, tell this good-for-nothing son-in-law of ours, slap him in the face, he insists on saying that he is.
Chaozhou vegetables, or some kind of fine Chaozhou vegetables?
Isn’t this what the donkey says and the horse talks?”
Tang Jiao didn't wait for the chef to speak, and added: "He also said that the chef is a disciple of the natural master Dalin Yuanlin, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make this taste."
"Are you Lin Ziran's disciple?"
The mother and daughter asked a barrage of questions, looking at Chen Yang with a proud look on their faces, completely unaware of the change in the chef's expression.
Logan noticed.
From when Su Hongyu mentioned fine Chaozhou cuisine, the head chef's face changed. When Tang Jiao mentioned more specific details, his face was completely shocked, without any anger at having his craftsmanship mistakenly recognized.
"I am not Master Lin Ziran's apprentice."
As soon as the head chef finished speaking, Su Hongyu slammed the table and shouted: "You heard me, have you eaten as much good food as our Tang family? We can't even eat it. You just pretend to understand, it's embarrassing...
....”
The head chef's words continued: "But this dish is not made by me. It is served by someone who is an authentic descendant of Dalinyuan's fine Chaozhou cuisine that I invited through my personal relationship..."
The two voices intertwined.
When the two of them came to their senses, they both stopped talking, and then a "puff" sounded on the table.