Song Zixuan looked in that direction, it was a very fat chef, and the chef was carrying a spoon and pointing at him to talk.

This made Song Zixuan a little unhappy, if he was scolded by Zhang Kui, after all, he was a miscellaneous person at that time, and now he was invited by Lin Tiannan and he will be scolded?

"I don't know what I need to do, so I think I'd better wait for the management of the restaurant to arrange it. Song Zixuan looked at the fat chef and said.

When the two looked at each other, Song Zixuan's gaze did not lose at all, and the fat chef was obviously a little anxious: ", where did this little cub come from, he actually talked to me like this." ”

As he spoke, he rushed towards Song Zixuan with a frying spoon, the momentum was obviously about to fight, but at this moment, a man in a suit walked into the back kitchen, the man's suit was very straight, his short hair looked very neat, and his gold-rimmed glasses were a little sven on his face.

The man in the suit clapped his hands: "Everyone stop what they are doing first, come out for a while, and let's have a meeting." ”

These chefs all stopped and followed the man in the suit out, and the fat chef also glared at Song Zixuan: "Boy, I'll clean you up later!"

Then he walked outside, and Song Zixuan didn't ignore it and walked at the back of the line.

Walking to the hall, the waiters and the front desk were already standing in a row, and then the chef also walked over and lined up.

"Let me say first, my name is Zhou Peng, I am the manager of the big food generation, and I will work with you in the future, let's talk about the person in charge of the front office and the back kitchen. ”

"The lobby manager is Tang Yan, the head chef is Zheng Hui, and I also hope that the two of you can cooperate with me to work, and everyone will work together to run the hotel, everyone applauds!"

After Zhou Peng finished speaking, applause rang out.

Song Zixuan glanced at Zheng Hui, it was the fat man who was going to be rough with himself just now, and he dared to be the head chef, no wonder he was a little domineering.

At the same time, Zheng Hui also looked at Song Zixuan, with a little contempt in his eyes, as if to say, boy, you know who I am, this time you are dead.

"Oh, and ...... Song Zixuan is in charge of ......" Zhou Peng looked at the worksheet in his hand, showing a slightly embarrassed expression, "Responsible for fried rice?"

In fact, he was right, Lin Tiannan hired Song Zixuan with a monthly salary of 80,000 yuan just for a fried rice!

"Yes. Song Zixuan said.

Zhou Peng glanced at him, and for some reason, his eyes looked at Song Zixuan...... It's a little feminine.

"I'll check with the boss again, okay, let's get to work and get ready for the first day of business. ”

After speaking, everyone dispersed, and Zhou Peng walked to the side and picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Mr. Sun, I'm Zhou Peng. ”

"Is there something wrong?" a slightly hoarse man's voice came from the other end of the line, sounding no less than fifty years old.

"Oh, that's it, Mr. Sun, I looked at the staff sheet and found that there was a very strange person. ”

"Strange, Manager Zhou, which one are you talking about?" the man asked.

"Song Zixuan, the job responsibilities are actually just ...... Mr. Sun, is this a mistake?" Zhou Peng said and laughed, after all, in his experience, he had never seen a restaurant specializing in fried rice.

"That's right, you can just follow the information I gave you, you don't need to ask for anything else, and ......" The man paused for two seconds, "Manager Zhou, the menu should be sent over immediately, you look at the signature fried rice on the third page, Song Zixuan is in charge, and you can't arrange any other work for him." ”

"This ...... Got it, Mr. Sun. ”

Subsequently, Mr. Sun hung up the phone first, and Zhou Peng looked puzzled: "Hehe, there is really everything, such a big restaurant, so many people in the back kitchen, and there is actually a fried rice master......

In the back kitchen, according to the requirements of the relevant departments, any console, stove, freezer and other equipment must have text signs, Zheng Hui took a few cooks and subordinates to start preparing and put their kitchen utensils in place.

However, when they saw a stove marked "fried rice stove", several people were a little stupid, they have been cooking for so many years, and they have never seen a special stove for fried rice......

"Haha, Brother Hui, did you say that this was a mistake? Where is the fried rice stove?" asked a cook.

Zheng Hui shook his head and smiled: "Hehe, it's really everything, it's okay, let's prepare first, I'll ask Manager Zhou in a while, Li Tao, this stove belongs to you." ”

"Okay, it's still a single stove, haha, thank you Brother Hui!"

Li Tao, who spoke, was the first cook Song Zixuan saw in the morning, and in the comprehensive back kitchen, it was definitely a status to have a single stove, and it could be seen that Zheng Hui took good care of him.

After speaking, he took his own set of kitchen utensils and put it up, but as soon as he started to put it, he heard a voice: "I'm sorry, this stove is mine." ”

He turned his head to look and saw that it was Song Zixuan who spoke, but the difference between Song Zixuan and other cooks was ...... I didn't bring any of my own kitchen utensils.

Generally speaking, when you go to work in a new hotel, the hotel will prepare several sets of new kitchenware, but these cooks are old chefs who have been working for many years, and they all have their own kitchenware.

"Your?new here, are you going crazy today?" Li Tao said with a frown.

"This is indeed my stove, please take things away. Song Zixuan's expression was waveless when he spoke, but the more he was like this, the more angry he became in the eyes of Li Tao and Zheng Hui.

"Damn, who hired this, Lao Tzu is going to open him," Zheng Hui said angrily, and then walked over and grabbed Song Zixuan's collar, "Li Tao, put your kitchenware away, I see how he dares, boy, I tell you, this stove will be his in the future, if you dare to move me to knock out your front teeth!"

Song Zixuan stared at Zheng Hui with both eyes, his two fists clenched tightly, he really hadn't suffered such anger, even Zhang Kui of the Chunxiang Restaurant had thrown a few ugly words, and he had never made such a rough move.

"You let go!"

"What did you say? Did I hear it wrong?" Zheng Hui said with his eyes narrowed.

"I'll let you go!"

While speaking, Song Zixuan shook his head forward violently, and hit Zheng Hui's face with all his strength, only to hear Zheng Hui's ouch, he immediately took a few steps back, and the nosebleed suddenly flowed.

Song Zixuan had never fought after all, and he was a little dizzy after this collision, if he hadn't been holding on to the stove, he would have almost fallen.

For a while, the back kitchen was completely messed up, Li Tao and others all supported Zheng Hui, and the others directly held down Song Zixuan.

"What's going on? This hasn't opened yet, are you making a fuss first?" Zhou Peng shouted loudly when he walked into the back kitchen, which made the kitchen quiet.

"Manager Zhou, this kid beats people," Li Tao said, pointing at Zheng Hui at the same time, "Brother Hui made him bleed from the nose!"

Zhou Peng crossed his arms and looked at Song Zixuan, raised his chin slightly and said, "What's the matter?"

"They snatched my stove. Song Zixuan said with some excitement, after all, this was the first real fight he had since he was a child, although he only hit his head, but he had never had an experience, and he was still panting.

"Well, I see, whose knife is on the stove?" Zhou Peng asked the others.

"Yes...... It's mine. Li Tao responded.

"Take it, give this stove to Song Zixuan. ”

After Zhou Peng finished speaking, Zheng Hui covered his nose and got up and said, "Manager Zhou, why? This is the back kitchen, which is the place I manage!"

Zhou Peng looked at Zheng Hui's nosebleed and sighed slightly: "Yes, but this stove was left for him by the boss, do you understand? Okay, okay, everyone hurry up and prepare to open, don't make any more tricks, Lao Zheng, come here, I'll ask someone to deal with it for you." ”

Subsequently, the chefs were divided into categories, rubbing and cutting, and Zheng Hui followed Zhou Peng outside.

Zhou Peng asked the waiter to give Zheng Hui a paper to plug his nose first, so as to stop the bleeding, Zheng Hui said: "Manager Zhou, I haven't offended you before?" It is said that you should understand the rules of the catering industry, I am in charge of the back kitchen, if I can't hold this matter down today, I won't be able to do it well in the future!"

Zhou Peng naturally understood what Zheng Hui meant, a head chef, if the people in the back kitchen can't control it, he doesn't have to do it, especially when he is managing, others can't intervene, even the boss, because the back kitchen is the soul of the hotel, and the prestige of the head chef and the stability of the back kitchen must be guaranteed.

"Lao Zheng, although we haven't worked together before, we have also dealt with each other, do I think I don't know the rules?" Zhou Peng said.

"Then you still ...... Hey, I'm the head chef today, if I can't manage the kitchen well in the future, don't let me be responsible!"

Zheng Hui's words were obviously angry, Zhou Peng could also hear it, he smiled: "You, you blame me for this matter, when you just went in, I called the boss, and he said, this Song Zixuan is in charge of fried rice, and he is only responsible for the signature fried rice on the third page of the fried menu, and the menu has not been sent over, I will take a look at it later." ”

"The boss actually hired a fried rice cook? Is this because we cooks don't know how to fry rice?"

"Haha, Lao Zheng, your temper is still so explosive, the menu hasn't come yet, and I don't know what kind of fried rice it is, he is only responsible for frying this one, and you still fry the rest." ”

"Hmph, I don't understand, a fried rice has become a signboard, it's a joke!Manager Zhou, what do you say about the kitchen? I can't just swallow this breath, right?" Zheng Hui cut straight to the point, after all, he must have the absolute management of the back kitchen.

Zhou Peng rubbed his hands and thought about it, and said, "Oh, my head chef, I, Zhou Peng, am responsible for anything that happens in the store, don't you understand this?"

Hearing this, Zheng Hui was silent for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Understood, haha, I understand, Manager Zhou, don't worry, I will definitely not make trouble for you!"

After Zheng Hui finished speaking, he walked to the back kitchen, Zhou Peng shook his head and smiled, there must be a special way to deal with this kind of rough person.

He was about to rest for a while, when he saw a delivery man walking in with a large box, he hurriedly opened it, and when he saw that it was a menu, his first reaction was to turn to the third page.

He wanted to see what kind of signature fried rice it was, and he needed a special chef.

However, when he saw the third page of fried rice, the whole person was stunned, and the price was 899 yuan!

This is actually ninety-nine yuan higher than the eight hundred yuan that Lin Tiannan discussed with Song Zixuan at that time!

Zhou Peng has been in the catering industry for more than ten years, and today is the first time he has seen such fried rice, he rubbed his eyes and looked at it again, yes, it was really 899 yuan......