In the hotel's food delivery area, the minister of food delivery is anxiously looking at his ordering machine, the dishes closest to the elevator in the food delivery area are the fruit lobster carefully cooked by the head chef Jia Hai, among which the raw fruits are all kinds of seasonal fruits, in the huge dinner plate, in a circle, the dish is decorated with a dazzling array of dishes. Top Australian lobster, its meat quality carefully changed into small pieces, wrapped in salted egg yolk stir-fried, the color is golden and tender in the color, after being plated, there is a crab roe of June yellow embellished among them, not to mention, it is the layered color distribution, which has aroused people's appetite to the maximum.

The ordering machine "Di Di" sounded a prompt sound, and the tension of the minister was swept away, she waved her hand and instructed the elevator to load the food, and with the other hand, she habitually took out the ordering machine and switched to the management platform.

"Wait...... Pull it down, take it down......" The minister suddenly stopped the cook, and then asked like a headless fly: "No. 521, who knows which stove 521 is in?" ”

Fortunately, the head chef Jia Hai was on the scene, one as a bet, and the other was that he was also one of the chefs in charge, although the banquet was of a higher standard, he had also participated in it as the head chef, however, the guests who arrived today were not ordinary, even if they were called the most picky group of diners in the country, it was no exaggeration.

"No. 521, I know, it's the chef of the new guò exam yesterday, named Qin Feng, and I put on the chef's hat for him this morning."

Last night, Qin Feng's pair of fast hands left a deep impression on Jia Hai, he said his number in one word, and then reminded the minister of the dish that Qin Feng was in Master Lu's stove, and Master Lu's ginseng stewed whole chicken, according to the most traditional banquet flow, all the chickens and ducks were served at the end, so Master Lu himself was not in the food passing area.

"Mr. Hua, my aunt, how did you put the new chef's dish on the first one...... "The Minister of Cooking shouted, leading the waiting cooks to "Hula" to roll up a gust of wind and run towards Master Lu's stove together.

It's just that this time, they pounced, according to yesterday's roster, Master Lu's stove room is full of personnel, but there is a lack of one person today, and this person is exactly what they are looking for.

The minister of the dish is a half-old who still has charm, and she can't care about her appearance at this time, the ribbon on the neckline is torn off and used as a sweat towel, and her mouth is nagging vigorously: "What can I do, what can I do here......"

Chen Changqing watched coldly, this kind of good opportunity, how could he miss the move of falling into the well, he said excitedly to Master Lu and the minister of the dish: "This Qin Feng, I can see at a glance that he is not a good thing, the big guys have seen it, at the most critical moment, he dares to pick a son for you......"

"Say a few words, the most important thing now is to find his people." Chef Jia Hai's legs and feet are not very sharp, he came a little late, after arriving, he still retains a little calm, he took out the ordering machine, switched to the call channel, and contacted the head chef and the personnel department respectively, if the head chef does not know where the others are, then he can only contact him through the mobile phone number registered with the personnel department.

Finally, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and the head chef Xi Zhijun immediately had a reply, he even said that he was embarrassed, and said that he arranged Qin Feng's separate stove room by the order of Hua Zong.

"Then you don't have to tell me, where is his stove......" Jia Hai yelled into the ordering machine.

"Ding 8 District, I'll come over right away."

"No, my old man still knows the way."

The fourth floor of the cooking division is divided into four stove areas, and the meaning of Ding 8 district is that between the stoves numbered (8) in the fourth district, Jia Hai sent an inexplicable fire, this fire, in fact, should be sent by the minister of cuisine, but the difference between the identity of the minister of food and the head chef is too great, and she is not enough to be proud of Xi Zhijun's cooking skills, so she can only walk behind Jia Hai.

Qin Feng counted the numbers in his temporary stove room, the loading table had been temporarily moved to the corner, and now, behind him was a row of stainless steel storage tray racks.

The small abalone in the second cage has been put on the plate, and the rice balls in the seaweed rolls are made of high-quality Siamese rice, not steamed in the steaming rice box, and the cooking is not ordinary wood, but the fruit wood usually used for Beijing-style roast duck.

Qin Feng did not decorate the seaweed rolls with other miscellaneous fish fillets, barbecued meat, or cucumbers, carrots and other ingredients, and when the fat man asked, Qin Feng told him that it was for the guests to dip in the golden soup and eat, similar to the marinade bibimbap.

When Jia Hai came to Ding Eighth District with a group of people from the food department, Qin Feng happened to count the numbers, and he prepared a total of six hundred and five servings, counting sixty tables, leaving five as a maneuver.

"Okay, you Qin Feng, you used to hide here......" Facing such an excessively young face, the fire in Jia Hai's heart was embarrassed to mess with him for a while. Fortunately, Xi Zhijun also arrived soon, and as the head chef, he reluctantly acted as a temporary punching bag.

"How the did you become a chef, don't you have the most basic coordination skills?"

"Master Jia, dissipate your anger, Qin Feng's dish was ordered on the first dish, no one thought of it......"

What Xi Zhijun said was reasonable, and besides, the position of head chef was also above the head chef, so Jia Hai snorted a few times and no longer dwelled on this topic.

The minister of the dish delivery commanded the food delivery worker to carry the tray, but Qin Feng said, "I'm sorry, can you wait a little longer?" I still have a golden soup here that doesn't give abalone a taste. ”

Qin Feng's previous golden soup only drippedly into the abalone shell very little, and after the second return to the cage, the meat and shell were separated, and finally the carefully boiled golden soup was added but not poured on it.

Jia Hai was only angry at Xi Zhijun before, and didn't notice the details of Qin Feng's cooking, when he saw Qin Feng hiding alone in a separate stove, but he was in charge of a small abalone in golden soup, and somehow, the anger "soared" again.

"What are you kidding, are there no double-headed abalone and Jipin abalone in the warehouse? On such an important day, take this kind of small abalone that can't be on the table to make up the numbers? Jia Hai does have reason to be angry, he hasn't spent so much effort on a dish for a long time, today's fruit lobster, he has never been more interested in it, and he is confident that it will be unanimously recognized by the guests. Of course, with his current achievements and status, the recognition of others is already a floating cloud, and his dishes are temporarily changed to the postponement order, which is not unacceptable, but he absolutely cannot accept that the big lobster is ranked after the small abalone, which is not only related to his face as the head chef, but more importantly, on such an important occasion, the opening dish is a small abalone, which is related to the reputation accumulated by Yunxin Catering Department for many years.

"No, I'm going to call Mr. Hua...... She's playing with the hotel's reputation......"

Jia Hai gestured to stop the Minister from making the next move, took out his mobile phone and immediately dialed it.