"No, there seems to be something wrong with his approach, it seems that there is a mistake in getting the program. An Keke took a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, tasted it for a while, and said.

"I guess it was, maybe something went wrong during the bombing. Cheng Yang said.

When making Zuo Zongtang chicken, it first needs to be fried, and in this frying process, the chicken is prone to changes in meat quality, and the frying time is too long or too short. will cause changes in taste.

"And this Zuo Zongtang chicken is not very authentic, its bones have not been shaved clean. An Keke added.

Cheng Yang also picked up a piece and looked at it carefully, and found that there were indeed bones that had not been shaved clean, although there were no bones in the piece of chicken he had just eaten.

This shows that the chef's attitude is very perfunctory.

Cheng Yang tasted a few other dishes, the taste can't be said to be bad, but it's really not good. It may be enough for ordinary people to eat, but there are still many flaws for people like them.

"Ah, are you saying our bones aren't shaved clean?" The waiter next to him seemed to hear Cheng Yang's words and reacted immediately.

"What? Do you want to take it back and shave it again?" Cheng Yang looked at him playfully.

"No, no, I mean, are you dissatisfied with this dish? "The waiter was smiling and there was nothing wrong with the attitude.

"That's right, in fact, we are also chefs, but these dishes are really not good, if your boss is interested, I would like to talk to him about some of my opinions. Cheng Yang had another clever plan in his heart.

Instead of provoking these specialty restaurants everywhere, it is better to simply take them over, although he does not have that much financial power now, but these restaurants can make a promotion for the prosperous world.

After a while, the waiter really called out the owner of the hotel, Gu Ping.

"Do you have any comments on this dish?" Gu Ping asked. He thought to himself, Encore seemed to be a person with a bad sense of taste, and if she could evaluate this race, it would be a ghost.

I looked at Cheng Yang with him.

"Let Coco tell you. Cheng Yang also knew that this Gu Ping actually had a certain prejudice against An Keke, after all, An Keke had worked in his restaurant before, and he might have made a lot of jokes.

"She? He doesn't have a normal person's sense of taste at all, how can he be able to eat the essence of our dish? Not to mention the comments, he may not even be able to taste the taste, right?" Gu Ping felt that this was nonsense.

"Boss Gu, first of all, I want to reiterate one thing, I don't have any problems with my taste now, but there is indeed a big problem with your dishes. An Keke said with a serious expression.

"First of all, your Zuo Zongtang chicken, the fried time is too long, and the taste is very bad. ”

"And this stir-fried meat, don't you think it's a little greasy if you put too much oil? Although you can't eat this meat if you don't eat it seriously, it's actually meat that has been frozen for more than three days. Such an attitude is a bit perfunctory, isn't it?" Ankeke really didn't give this boss a little face, and said directly.

If Cheng Yang is asked to name them, he may first boast about the benefits of these dishes, after all, there are actually remarkable places in terms of taste, but these defects do affect the integrity of the whole dish very much

Gu Ping was stunned at first, and then a little disbelieving.

"You're, you just find a random customer to ask now and see what he thinks of our dishes, you're too one-sided. Gu Ping had actually tasted these dishes, and he felt that although there was a little bit of a problem, it should be decent to sell as a famous dish.

"Just ask. Cheng Yang looked at him and said.

Gu Ping looked at the customers at the table next to him, they also ordered Zuo Zongtang chicken now, in fact, the dishes on the table were similar to Cheng Yang's dishes.

"Hello, hello, well, I'm the owner of this restaurant, it's about our dishes, do you have any comments?" Gu Ping asked.

This table of customers should be a family, and it is very warm to watch.

"I'm an authentic Hunanese, but what to say about this Zuo Zongtang chicken, first it's not spicy enough, and then I think this chicken may be a little problematic to fry, but it's okay to eat. Anyway, it's better than my frying. "The first to speak was my mother, who was about 30 years old, with a somewhat Hunan accent and a large voice.

It is said that Hunan girls are all hot girls, but in fact, this sentence is not wrong.

Hunan people are famous for their love of spicy food.

"My wife and I feel about the same. In the case of this eggplant, I think you can refine it a little more, that is, you can simmer it for a little longer when it is simmering, and I think the eggplant meat here can be softer. Dad said.

I usually didn't expect that a random customer could say so many shortcomings, and it was really similar to what Ankeke just said.

"How's it going, Boss Gu, I said it, there's a little problem with your food. But my sister is also a chef, and she can point her fingers if you don't mind. An Keke also seemed to react, the tone of what she spoke just now was a bit excessive, after all, Gu Ping hadn't given her a good face before.

"Okay, okay, I also want to make our food a little better, if your sister is really more professional, then come to our back kitchen." Gu Ping's character is actually not bad, but because the dishes made by An Keke before were too unpalatable, he couldn't bear it and said some radical words to hit An Keke.

Cheng Yang followed Gu Ping to the back kitchen of this restaurant.

In terms of condition alone, it is much worse than his hotel, but in fact, the specifications are not small, in the average restaurant. And the sanitary conditions are also very proper, Cheng Yang really has nothing to say in this regard.

"This is our chef Song Ye. The previous Zuo Zongtang chicken was made by him. Gu Ping pointed to the chef who was busy and said.

This Song Ye looks quite average, but he is okay, about 1.8 meters tall and has a relatively thick figure, he looks a bit like a basketball player, and the feeling of cooking here is a bit like Zhang Fei threading a needle.

But the way he cooks is definitely not coarse and fine.

"What the hell?" Song Yeyi's mouth is a thick Xiangtan dialect.

From this point of view, he is indeed an authentic Hunan person.

His face changed after seeing An Keke: "Eh, why are you a little girl again? Are you here to make trouble again?"