After turning off the stove, the two returned to the hall, and Yang Dazhui said: "Xiao Er, what I'm most worried about is that although you can make fried rice, it can be said that you have never used other dishes, and now it will definitely be too late to teach you according to the recipe, so I will teach you the most important thing, that is, the heat, it can be said that the importance of the heat is not lost to the taste." ”

Song Zixuan nodded: "Boss, I understand this, thank you so much." ”

In fact, after meeting Lin Tiannan, he was a little more down-to-earth, after all, Lin Tiannan had a chef class in the restaurant, except for fried rice, he would not have to participate in the cooking of other dishes, in this regard, he was a lot more relaxed.

But this moment of Yang Da Hammer is still crucial, at least in terms of confidence, how many times he has touched the stove, it is definitely the foundation of a chef's confidence.

Next, the two chatted for a while, and Yang Dazhui introduced the cooking methods of several common dishes, although he said it quickly, but Song Zixuan wrote them all down, and it was not until ten o'clock that the two left the restaurant.

Looking at the back of Song Zixuan leaving, Yang Dazhui nodded with satisfaction: "This may be the most unpicky thing I have ever done in my life, Xiao Er, next...... It's up to you. ”

In fact, Yang Dazhui has also thought about it in the past few days, since Song Zixuan is determined to leave, there is no need for him to stay, if this is not good, there will be contradictions, multiple enemies are not as good as many friends, especially people like Song Zixuan.

Leaving the restaurant, Song Zixuan also sighed in his heart, he had been working here for a year and left suddenly...... It's still a little uncomfortable, after all, he's used to running to the spring coriander restaurant every day when he gets up, and it will change from tomorrow.

At the same time, he also thanked Yang Da Hammer in his heart, today's lesson seems to have no substance, but it is very important, this is the first time he has really taken charge of stir-frying.

As he was walking, Song Zixuan's footsteps slowed down, and there were three black shadows seven or eight meters away from the mouth of the alley, two of them were leaning against the wall, the fireworks in their hands were bright and dark, and the other was squatting, with a cigarette in his hand, somewhat undesirable young people.

Song Zixuan is usually an honest child, and when he encounters this kind of social person, he avoids walking, but there is only this way to go home, he can only walk forward with his head down, and when he is approaching, his steps speed up slightly, and he also hopes to walk through these people quickly.

But just as he was about to pass, one of them suddenly popped out the cigarette butt in his hand, which hit Song Zixuan's chest, although it would not be burned, but it also sounded the signal, and these people obviously wanted to find fault!

Song Zixuan stopped and looked at the person who played the cigarette butt, and that person's eyes happened to be looking at him, that's right, their target was really themselves.

"Song Zixuan?" said the squatting man, and then slowly stood up, his movements full of laziness.

"Yes. Song Zixuan looked at that person as he spoke, although he was a little weak-hearted, but there was no fear on his face.

"Hehe, there's really urine," the man chuckled and approached Song Zixuan, "but ...... Today I will teach you, be honest, don't say what you shouldn't say!"

Song Zixuan looked at that person's face and said coldly: "Are you Li Jiahao's person?"

There is no second explanation for this, Song Zixuan is in the restaurant or Old Man Fang's house on weekdays, and he has not offended anyone, if there is, it is Li Jiahao.

"Hahaha, I'm not, but I'm entrusted by someone to do something. The man said.

"The three of you beat me up, hehe, real masters, but this is not far from the police station, aren't you afraid of me shouting?" Song Zixuan sneered.

"Shout, Lao Tzu knocks out your front teeth first!"

After that, the man swung his fist towards Song Zixuan's mouth, but as soon as his fist was raised, he heard the little brother on the side whisper: "Brother Liang, there are people!"

Hearing this, the man named Brother Liang stopped his fist, and when he looked back, sure enough, someone had walked into the alley.

The man looked to be in his twenties, wearing a trench coat and a somewhat gentlemanly look, but he couldn't see his face clearly because of the dim light.

"Can't get over, hurry up!" the younger brother urged, the young people in society are like this, even if it is a passerby, he has to shout, a little bit of bragging.

The passerby paused slightly, glanced at the little brother, and then continued to walk forward.

"What are you looking at, haven't you been beaten?" the little brother shouted without forgetting to raise his fist and glare.

Seeing passers-by walking by, Brother Liang grabbed Song Zixuan's collar again: "I wanted to call the police just now, right? I'll let you shout!"

As soon as the words fell, the fist had already been raised, although Song Zixuan had the heart to resist, but after all, he had never fought, and even if he did, he was at most rolling with others when he was a child, and he had no real experience in shooting, watching the other party's fist come over, he almost didn't have time to react, and watched the fist approaching his face.

Swish......

Not only Song Zixuan was stunned, but the little hooligan opposite was also stunned......

In the next second, Brother Liang sat on the ground and looked left and right in confusion, as if he hadn't come back to his senses, but his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, in this late autumn, it was naturally not hot.

And the person standing opposite him was the man in a trench coat who had just walked by.

"You...... Where are you?" Brother Liang asked with a slight stammer.

The man glanced at Brother Liang, and then at the other two younger brothers, the younger brother subconsciously took a step back, no one dared to say anything, after all, they were at most little hooligans, but this man in a trench coat was like a martial arts master just now, and he put Brother Liang down in an instant.

"Are you okay?" The man in the trench coat turned to look at Song Zixuan, his voice was steady and deep.

Song Zixuan shook his head a little confused: "It's okay, I didn't hit it." ”

"Well, let's go. After speaking, the man in the windbreaker turned around and left, the meaning was obvious, and let Song Zixuan follow him.

And Song Zixuan naturally followed, otherwise these little hooligans would inevitably make another move.

"Don't go, you ......"

Without waiting for Brother Liang to finish speaking, the man in the trench coat turned his head suddenly, although the light was very dim, he could still see the cold eyes in the moonlight.

"You'd better not move, within ten minutes, whoever moves me will abolish whom!" he continued to walk forward.

When they walked past those few people, almost no one dared to say anything, to be precise, they didn't even dare to move, for fear of being abolished by this master.

All the way out of the alley, the man in the trench coat said: "Okay, they shouldn't catch up." ”

After speaking, the man in the trench coat left, and Song Zixuan couldn't help but say, "This big brother, why did you save me?"

The man in the trench coat turned his head and smiled slightly, Song Zixuan saw the face clearly, this face seemed to be carved, with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, handsome facial features, especially with a strong heroic spirit.

"Don't call me big brother, I can't afford it. As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Song Zixuan's waist, his eyes were a little certain, and then he turned around and left.

Song Zixuan stood in place with gratitude in his eyes, and watched the figure of the man in the windbreaker disappear before turning around and going home.

But they didn't know that several people in the alley were still standing there motionless at this time, for fear that the grandfather in the trench coat would come back and abolish them......

"Brother Liang, can you move?"

"Move your sister, you are looking for death! stay for me, even if it affects Lao Tzu, don't think about it......"

......

When he got home, his mother heated the dishes, Song Zixuan devoured a few bites, washed and rested, after all, he was going to work in a new restaurant the next day, and he also hoped to be more energetic.

However, it is still a little difficult to sleep in bed, who is the person who appeared tonight, and why should he save himself......

These questions lingered in my mind, and I don't know how long it took before I could hardly fall asleep.

Early the next morning, Song Zixuan went out early after eating early, after all, it was the first day of work, so he still had to try to be as early as possible, the most important thing was that he didn't have any transportation, so he could only walk a long way and take a few buses.

However, he didn't wear the new clothes he bought in the end, and maybe he wasn't used to wearing a suit worth tens of thousands of yuan to work in the back kitchen.

After getting out of the car and walking for a few minutes, Song Zixuan arrived at the place, a two-story restaurant in front of him, with a few big characters on the light box on the door, and a big food restaurant.

Looking at the place where he was about to go to work, Song Zixuan was indescribably excited, you must know that the size of the Chunxiang Restaurant may not be as large as one-tenth of the first floor of the Great Food Generation......

When he walked in the door, Song Zixuan saw that someone had already arrived, the people at the front desk were sorting out the cash and putting it in the money box, and some waiters were wiping the tables and chairs.

"Sir, we haven't opened the door yet, you have to wait a while. "The girl at the front desk is very beautiful, and the bangs on her forehead are even more pure.

"Hehe, I'm here to work, my name is Song Zixuan. ”

"Oh, yes, hehe, I'm so sorry, I thought it was a guest," the girl smiled, "my name is Luo Lili, I'm going to take care of it in the future." ”

"Each other, then I'll go to the kitchen first. ”

After speaking, Song Zixuan walked into the kitchen and saw a kitchen of more than 100 square meters, he was stunned, before this, he never imagined that there was such a big kitchen in his life......

Not only is the area large, the floor is polished, and all the kitchen tables and kitchen utensils are brand new, reflecting the silver light that makes people look excited.

"Where are you? Who told you to go into the back kitchen?"

Song Zixuan was about to take a step when he was stopped by a voice.

The person who spoke was wearing a white chef's suit, about thirty years old, with thick eyebrows and a little upturned eyebrows, which made people look a little awkward.

"I'm here to work. Song Zixuan said.

"Going to work?" the chef looked Song Zixuan up and down, "I haven't seen you?"

Song Zixuan didn't know that the people recruited by Lin Tiannan to do the big food restaurant, except for Song Zixuan, were all a team, for example, the back kitchen was the entire chef class poached from other restaurants, and the waiter was also the original team of another restaurant.

This is also in line with Lin Tiannan's habit of doing things, he is not absolutely sure that it is impossible to enter an unfamiliar industry, and only a mature team can ensure that the investment will not fail.

After all, for people like Lin Tiannan, investment failure is not only money, but also a heavy blow to reputation, so the nominal boss of this restaurant is not him.

As for Song Zixuan, it is his magic weapon to win steadily, but it is by no means the foundation.

Song Zixuan was stunned: "Haven't you seen it?" Hehe, we all just came to work, so naturally we haven't seen each other. ”

The chef frowned slightly and looked at him: "Newcomer, hehe, it's interesting......"

After speaking, the chef turned around and left to get busy, but Song Zixuan was speechless, after all, when he arrived at the new kitchen, he didn't know how people arranged it, so he found a place where no one was leaning on it, waiting for others to arrange.

Soon, some of the chefs walked in one after another, adding up to eight or nine people, but they would greet each other when they met, and some of them talked and laughed, as if they had already known each other.

This surprised Song Zixuan, the new restaurant, why are they all like old colleagues?

Just as he was thinking, a voice came: "What are you doing, doing your work!"