1984, Beijing.

The weather in early spring, warm and cold at first, the common people under the roots of the imperial city have not yet faded their winter clothes, at a glance, the streets are full of national defense green army coats with the characteristics of the times, and the imported fashion has not yet affected the ancient capital of the six dynasties in the capital.

After five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was getting dark, and the road was full of the sound of bicycles, like a torrent, sweeping all the streets of the capital.

In the back kitchen of a state-owned hotel outside Chongwen Gate, people are busy going in and out, each doing the work at hand, in an orderly manner, in the corner of the kitchen, Yi Qing neatly placed the washed vegetables with his hands and feet, looked up at the time, picked up an enamel jar placed on the stove, walked towards the water room, while walking, he turned out a small paper bag from his pocket, poured a little tea into it, connected the water, and made a full jar.

As soon as the tea was made, the curtain of the back kitchen was raised, and a middle-aged man walked in, his hair was gray, but he was full of energy, and his waist was straight.

"Master!" Yi Qing hurriedly went over, took the shoulder pocket in the middle-aged man's hand, and whispered, "Manager Wang came just now." ”

The middle-aged man's name is Song Yuan, the kitchen squad leader of this state-run hotel, the official is not big, and the temper is not small, and Manager Wang is the person in charge here, everyone in the hotel knows that these two people are mortal enemies, if they don't pinch once a day, they will not be happy with each other.

Song Yuan snorted, obviously didn't take it seriously, dragged a chair and sat down, picked up the enamel jar, glanced at Yi Qing, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Don't hold it, you have to live in your eyes. ”

When everyone in the kitchen heard this, their actions immediately became more swift, don't look at Song Yuan has no administrative level, but there is a number one in the capital Qinxing, as the chef of a restaurant, it is equivalent to a soul figure, as long as he enters this door, it is his world, which is why Manager Wang has always looked at Song Yuan unpleasantly, but he can't help him.

Many customers came for other people's craftsmanship, and stumbling over the Song and Yuan dynasties affected business, which affected business and performance, and affected performance.

As a bureaucrat in the new era, Manager Wang can still distinguish which is more important.

Yi Qing is in charge of cutting the pier, originally he didn't have to do this kind of work, don't look at his age, but he is the best one among the apprentices of Song Yuan, he is qualified to be a master on the stove, but he can't be idle, if he is really allowed to take a big deal with the five and six people in the kitchen, he can die awkwardly.

Dangdangdang!

Yi Qing took the knife quickly, and in just a few moments, the few vegetables at hand were cut into shreds, diced, and sliced by him, and Song Yuan watched from the sidelines, becoming more and more satisfied.

was busy working, the door curtain was lifted, and Manager Wang, whom Yi Qing had just mentioned, walked in, and the two of them looked at Song Yuan after a while, and suddenly stretched their faces: "Old Song! Look at what time it is now, you just came to work, and the unit is your home." ”

Song Yuan didn't even raise his eyelids, and replied slowly: "It's late? Who's delaying? Even if it's really delayed, I'll just take care of it, and I can use you to jump up and down!"

Manager Wang was scolded lightly, and was about to scold, but he couldn't help it when he thought of the matter: "I don't quarrel with you, 208 has a very important guest at the table, and I have greeted it above, and I want us to entertain it, you hurry up to the stove, pick up the specialty dishes and arrange a few, lighter!"

Although Song Yuan and Manager Wang don't deal with each other, he is never sloppy in business, he is responsible for the back kitchen, and if something happens here, it is his signboard that is smashed.

"Qingzi! I don't hear it, give the fat man the job of cutting the pier, you are in charge, since people don't order, you just look at and arrange a few good ones!"

Yi Qing heard it and knew that the two were fighting, but he didn't take it seriously, and promised to go to the stove.

Seeing this, Manager Wang hurriedly stopped: "Old Song, didn't you hear what I said? I'll let you go to the stove, the guests at this table are all top figures, and the service is not good, you will take care of it, or I will take care of it!"

Song Yuan glanced at Manager Wang and said, "I'll have the final say in the kitchen, Qingzi, what are you still doing!"

Ay!

Yi Qing answered, ignored Manager Wang, and walked to the stove and got busy.

"You ~~~~~~"

Manager Wang pointed at Song Yuan, but Song Yuan didn't pay attention to him at all, just drank tea gracefully, knowing that he couldn't help the other party, and left with a black face.

"Master, in fact, you don't have to do anything with him!" Yi Qing waited for Manager Wang to leave, and then said something seemingly very casually.

The entire back kitchen, the only one who can talk to Song Yuan like this is Yi Qing, which is something that others can't envy, on cooking, the best of others, on eyesight, where others can't see, and in the eyes of others, it's all live, such an apprentice, which master doesn't like it.

"I can't look down on his villainous face, what a thing!" After speaking, he probably felt that his words were a little biased, "Do your work, adult's business, don't follow it!"

Song Yuan's temperament is old-fashioned, and he sells craftsmanship diligently, so why should a person who doesn't understand four or six take it on his head.

Yi Qing smiled when he heard it, and didn't say anything more, just click it, he knew that Song Yuan listened to it, if he said too much, it would ruin their master-apprentice relationship.

"Master, who's coming from outside? ”

"Who knows, when I entered the door, I saw a few old men, and I was probably talking about them!"

"Maybe it's a big shot!"

Yi Qing spoke, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all, and it only took a moment to fiddle with the four hot dishes, and the four cold dishes cut by the fat man over there were also ready.

"Let's go!"

A few helpers hurriedly stepped forward and brought it to the window, and naturally there were waiters waiting outside.

"Aoko, what do you do with the main course?"

Yi Qing thought for a while and said, "Slip a cinnamon fish fillet, and then make a shrimp and mustard soup, and it's alive!"

"That's good! ”

Yi Qing smiled and didn't answer, with his skills, he could have been a teacher a long time ago, but he knew in his heart that Song Yuan didn't want him to go, with him, Song Yuan could be much easier in the back kitchen.

In this regard, Yi Qing did not feel dissatisfied, he had just been reborn in this era, if it were not for Song Yuan's care, he might have gone with that illness a long time ago.

That's right, Yi Qing is not from this era, he is from thirty-six years later.

Yi Qing in his previous life was nothing special, he was born, grew up, went to school, served as a soldier, retired from the army, learned a craft for life, even he didn't expect that he would have the talent to be a cook, he entered the kitchen at the age of 20, starting from brushing pots and washing dishes, side dishes, cutting piers, and all the way to the chef of a five-star hotel in Yanjing City.

Yi Qing is very satisfied with his life, he goes to work every day, gets off work, he doesn't like a regular life, the key is to worry-free, as for hobbies, that is, to go to KTV to sing and sing, read books at home, watch movies, speculate in stocks, when it comes to stock speculation, Yi Qing is very self-aware, knowing that he has no magical powers, that is, making a small fuss, speaking of the head is the way, the development history of China, and even the world stock market, can make people who don't know how to do it, but it's just a mouthful, and after many years, I am very satisfied if I don't lose money or make money.

Life is leisurely, if it weren't for the unexpected rebirth, he would have planned to marry the person who had met a few times during the eleventh Golden Week, and he was planning to travel abroad, but the result was ~~~~~~~~~

Although he encountered a low-probability event such as rebirth, Yi Qing didn't have any nostalgia for his previous life, his parents died early, he had no brothers and sisters, and his fiancée's relationship was average, the union of the two was just an old age, and if he didn't get married, he wouldn't be able to catch up with this stubble, he was such a big living person who disappeared, it is estimated that few people would notice it except for the hotel and his fiancée.

The life situation after rebirth is not very good, it is also the early death of parents, although there are a few relatives, but they have not moved around much for a long time, and it has also made Yi Qing a lot less trouble, but Yi Qing is very satisfied, at least now he has a hukou and a house, you know, in this era, a person who has no hukou and does not know his identity clearly, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is difficult to move an inch, if he is reborn into a person whose identity is not clear, it is estimated that he will not be able to wander for two days, and the police will be able to arrest him as a blind stream.

Moreover, a house in Yanjing City, if it was placed in the previous life, it would definitely allow Yi Qing to get rid of poverty and become rich in minutes.

Calculating the time, it has been more than three months, when he just woke up, he was lying in bed with a high fever, if it wasn't for Song Yuan and his wife who had been taking care of him, it was hard to say whether he could get through it, so Yi Qing's heart was very grateful to Song Yuan.

The last soup was ready, and Yi Qing asked people to bring it to the window, but the waiter outside did not answer.

"Xiao Yi!208 guests, please come over and meet!"

Yi Qing was stunned, this kind of thing he often encountered in his previous life, some guests who came to the hotel to consume were satisfied with the dishes, and occasionally invited the chef to meet, toast a glass of wine, and say a few words, which is called etiquette.

For chefs, this is a kind of compliment, and often get a lot of benefits, which naturally do not come from the guests, but from the hotel, which is basically equivalent to telling the hotel: we come to consume, it is for your chef's craftsmanship.

However, after being reborn, it was the first time he met him, Yi Qing couldn't make up his mind and looked at Song Yuan.

"Go!

Yi Qing agreed, opened the curtain and went out, followed the waiter upstairs, arrived at the door of 208, knocked on the door and went in, Yi Qing raised his eyes and looked, good guy, the average age of the people sitting here is almost seventy, put aside the old Beijing, then call the master one by one.

"This is the chef of your restaurant?" the old man sitting at the head asked with a surprised face, obviously surprised because of Yi Qing's age.

Manager Wang nodded with a smile on the side: "Old Zhou, this is Xiao Yi, today's banquet is all arranged by him!"

Although Manager Wang has a bad relationship with Song Yuan, he is not bad for Yi Qing, and he usually takes care of him occasionally, and he has the intention of wooing Yi Qing and setting up Song Yuan.

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "The little comrade is not very old, and he has good skills!"

The old man spoke with a bit of a Tianjin accent, Yi Qing was also from Tianjin in his previous life, and he suddenly felt cordial.

"The old gentleman has won the award, and today is a little hasty, whether it's good or not, you criticize more!"

is modest on the lips, but in his heart it is obviously not like this, Yi Qingke is very conceited about his cooking skills, who can sit in the chef position of a five-star hotel, who has not had two hits.

The shrimp and mustard soup was placed on the table, and the middle-aged man next to the old man got up and served a bowl.

"Old Zhou, you try it!"

The old man drank a spoonful and nodded again and again: "Not bad, not bad! Little comrade, it is rare to have such a craft at a young age, amazing, amazing!"

Yi Qing responded with a smile, took a drink with other people's wine, and then was about to leave, just about to go out, suddenly a middle-aged man here spoke.

"Little comrade, do you want to be an actor?"