Yin Xin arranged his chef's uniform and hurried to the front hall. Sure enough, there was an old man carrying half a cheap glass bottle of Erguotou, drunkenly sitting in the corner of the front hall, knocking on the table with a wine bottle from time to time, and shouting inarticulately:

"Serve, serve! I want the chef to cook for me! ”

Yin Xin walked up to the old man and said politely:

"Old man, I'm the sous chef of the Kyushu Guild Hall, Yin Xin. I'm here to serve you this time, what would you like to eat? ”

The old man glanced at Yin Xin and snorted coldly:

"Deputy ...... Head chef? Wouldn't that be a real chef? You're not qualified to cook for me. Go back and let you chefs cook for me!" ”

Yin Xin was not angry or angry, but smiled slightly:

"Old man, you haven't eaten my cooking, so how can you be sure that I'm not as good as the two chefs? In this way, you can calm down for a while, I will cook a meal for you now, if it is not to your liking, this meal is my invitation, how about it? ”

Hearing this, the old man's body stiffened slightly, and after a long time, he slowly raised his head, opened his drunken eyes and stared at Yin Xin:

"Good! That's what you said. You can start stir-frying the dish for me now, I will say if I want you after I have tasted it, go and do it! ”

Yin Xin was a little surprised by this arrogant old man, but he still returned to the back kitchen, immediately put on an apron, and quickly fried a dish of "Sun and Moon New" that he had made countless times in the past few days, and then personally brought the dishes up and put them in front of the old man:

"The sun and the moon are new, please taste it."

The old man slowly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly for a while, after a long time, he sneered, picked up a piece of shrimp and put it in his mouth and tasted it slightly, and finally ate a few pieces of cashew nuts, and slapped the chopsticks on the table:

"This chicken is not fresh, but overnight, it should have been slaughtered a long time ago, and then decomposed and sold to the restaurant's cold fresh meat. Although this shrimp is fresh, even the shrimp line is not drawn clean when the shell is peeled, and this kind of thing is also for people to eat! Feeding the dogs is pretty much the same! ”

After saying that, the old man slammed the table away, and the other customers in the front hall stopped their chopsticks and looked here. Yin Xin said calmly:

"Your old lesson is that it is true that there was a small problem when we prepared the materials, don't be angry, I will reflect the problem."

The old man sneered and shook his head:

"What are you majestic, if you have a problem with the preparation of ingredients, is it okay for you, the 'sous chef', to do it? When you stir-fry the diced chicken, the oil must not be warm enough, so you are in a hurry to get into the pot, and you pour it in one go without careful observation. I don't want to talk about you anymore because of the fried cashew nuts, obviously I didn't bother to stir up. This kind of popping cashew nuts, if you are not careful, it will blow up the black edge, but if you don't fry it enough, it will be angry, although your cashew nuts are not out of the black edge, but some are too crispy, too hot, and some are too loose, and I have to work hard to chew it. You haven't even been home, how can you become a sous chef? The Kyushu Hall also says that it is the No. 1 restaurant in Tianhai, I think it's bullshit......"

Hearing this, Yin Xin's heart had already sunk several times in a row. He finally understood that the old man in front of him couldn't be asking for food at all, and he was most likely invited by competitors to smash the field. If this is the case, if you refuse customers today, you will be caught, but if you can't come up with dishes that satisfy customers, you will still be caught......

"Well, what you're saying is that this dish counts as a treat for me. What else would you like to eat? Yin Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what trick the old man wanted to play.

"I don't dare to eat your ingredients! I have a chicken here, you can process it for me, if you still can't do it well, pay me the money for this chicken at the price, and don't open this restaurant again! ”

After speaking, the old man suddenly took out a live chicken from under his robe and threw it to Yin Xin, Yin Xin hurriedly caught the chicken, and when he saw the face of the chicken, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

This is not a broiler chicken that can be bought in an ordinary vegetable market, this is clearly a palace oil chicken, Xuewei once learned to surf the Internet in his spare time, and then searched for many pictures on the Internet, and took the trouble to state various types of ingredients to himself, although there are still vast ingredients Yin Xin can not identify, but common chicken, fish, red meat and other ingredients, Yin Xin has learned a lot.

Oily chicken, is a kind of yellow chicken that grows only in the Yanjing area, has a long history, hundreds of years ago, people in the Yanjing area began to eat oily chicken. Later, this kind of chicken became the royal tribute of the court, and only the royal family and emperors could often enjoy it, so it was also called the palace oil chicken. Later, the people's living standards gradually went up, this kind of chicken is no longer exclusive to the rich, but the price is still high, and in Tianhai, a place like the south of the Yangtze River, there are almost no people who can know the goods and like to eat this kind of oily chicken. Where did this homeless old man get a fried chicken?

"Uncle, you palace oil chicken...... Where did you get it? Although he knew that it was rude to ask directly, Yin Xin couldn't help but ask.

The old man slowly opened his eyes. After a while, he slowly spoke:

"Well, being able to tell at a glance that this is Lao Yanjing's oily chicken means that you are at least a qualified cook. Let's just do it. ”

"But you chicken ......" Yin Xin was still full of suspicion.

"Don't worry, it's not stealing! Lao Tzu kills people and sets fires to everything, but he doesn't steal! The old man suddenly got angry and slapped the table and said.

Yin Xin stuck out his tongue helplessly, and walked to the back kitchen with the chicken. Kill people and set fires to everything? This uncle is a handful of years old, and he can really brag.

At the same time, Sun Zhuo also hurried over when he heard the news and asked anxiously:

"Yin Xin, what's wrong, that difficult guest is here again?"

"It seems so. Mr. Sun, it seems that if you don't show some real skills to cook this chicken, our restaurant is really despised. Yin Xin glanced at the old man and said in a deep voice.

"Do you have an idea?" Sun Zhuo hurriedly asked.

"There should be, but the secret recipe I know is usually more complicated, and the materials may be more expensive, I hope Mr. Sun will not feel distressed." Yin Xin said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, you just do it, don't worry about the materials. This old man occupies the front hall and does not leave, and it seems that he is going to make a fuss about our dishes today. It's about to be the peak of dining, and if you do a good job, let the old man have nothing to say, which is equivalent to playing a free advertisement, but if it is messed up, our hotel will be even worse! Sun Zhuo said solemnly.

"I'll do my best, then Mr. Sun, you first send the lobby manager to stabilize this old man, and I'll go to the back kitchen to prepare!"

Yin Xin hurriedly walked to the back kitchen and took out his mobile phone......

(The second update will be delivered as promised.) ）

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