Zhang Liang frowned when he saw it, and said with a bitter face there:

"Master, this dish is not enough for me to eat alone, otherwise, apprentice, I will be the east, let's go to the restaurant on the side to eat, it can be regarded as my apprenticeship banquet."

Jiang Feng was also angry when he looked at it, in modern times, if there was a manager-level cadre in his restaurant, wouldn't these chefs have exhausted all their skills, this is good, just come up so simply, and still put themselves as the owner in their eyes.

But at this time, he was a little hungry, Jiang Feng hatefully grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it in his mouth, and said to Zhang Liang:

"Today is the first day of this shop, of course, I want to eat here, it is a good idea, not a lot of mouths, sit down and eat honestly."

Although some people were dissatisfied in their hearts, they were also busy all morning without eating, and when they heard this, they immediately began to eat, that is, Zhang Liang, who was full of reluctance, also ate three or four steamed buns and a chicken leg.

At this time, a big fat man walked in the direction of the back kitchen, although it was early winter, and the capital was already cold, but this fat man was still wearing a white cloth gown, which was not well covered, revealing the layers of belly inside, and his bald head was shiny.

With a nonchalant look on his face, he walked to Jiang Feng's table and pulled a stool over and sat down, looking at the people at this table, Zhao Xiucai said next to Jiang Feng:

"This fat man is the chef here in Huifeng Building, his surname is Bao, his name is Bao Wen, and everyone calls him Bao Fatty."

Speaking of cooking, Jiang Feng suddenly found that he didn't know if he was too hungry just now, but the dishes on the table still tasted good.

Bao Fat Man sat next to them, not knowing where he pulled out the big pu fan and fanned it there, and regardless of the fact that it was winter, he said to Jiang Feng while shaking the pu fan:

"Old Tang is really lucky, he owes a lot of debt, but he took three hundred taels of silver and ran away by himself, and I still have fifteen taels of wages here, the owner, you say? What to do? ”

He didn't care at all about the brocade clothes and guard uniforms on Jiang Feng and Zhang Liang, and he had no scruples about speaking, this sentence immediately sobered up Jiang Feng, who was a little confused, Jiang Feng threw the steamed bun in his hand out, jumped up and asked the shopkeeper Wang on the counter, and shouted loudly:

"What the hell is going on?"

The shopkeeper smiled wryly and said:

"Master Jiang, oh, the owner, the two masters of the Ma family in this restaurant have dry shares, they always come here to eat for nothing (speaking of which is a hurried change of words), that is, on credit, and bring other military masters, so get it, this shop has a small profit, and it owes a lot of debts outside......"

Jiang Feng's eyes were about to pop out, and he couldn't wait to rush onto the counter and strangle this slow-talking shopkeeper, where he shouted:

"Why didn't you say ......?"

The shopkeeper Wang lowered his eyebrows and replied to Jiang Feng with a wry smile:

"Boss, I don't dare to say anything about your temper recently."

Zhao Xiucai patted his forehead in annoyance, and said in a loud voice:

"Careless, careless."

Zhang Liang shouted on the side:

"Master, if I don't go out, I'll catch that old man back and beat him up to give you a bird's breath."

Jiang Feng scolded in a low voice:

"Lao Tzu has signed all the contracts, and I'm afraid it's a chattering thing to regret it, and I don't know where I ran in a big car for a long time."

A group of people sat around in despair, and Bowen, who was sitting on one side, was a little impatient, and threw his fan on the table with a fan, and shouted:

"The owner, whether you owe me fifteen taels of wages or not, you come up with an idea, and what are you doing there with a sigh."

Speaking of this, those miscellaneous and running people on the side were all there gossiping and saying:

"You still owe me 500 wen"

"I still have a hundred articles here"

Jiang Feng listened to it with a big head, and in the end, everyone felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and they all closed their mouths, but Jiang Feng suddenly raised his head and said to the shopkeeper Wang who was in the counter:

"Lao Wang, don't you owe wages there?"

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly, closed the account book and said:

"I said that I would get the dividend at the end of the year, but the result was good, I didn't get a point during the festival last year, I thought it would be more relaxed this year, who would have thought ......"

The fat man over there continued to talk about the arrears of wages, Jiang Feng remembered the taste of the dish just now, tasted it, turned around sharply and pointed at the chef and said:

"You go and fry me a piece of meat and celery, it's delicious, I'll give you my salary now!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Jiang Feng in astonishment, and Zhao Xiucai covered his face with his hands, wondering if his master was crazy! Bowen also looked at Jiang Feng stupidly, reacted after a while, slapped his thigh with his hand, stood up and turned his head towards the kitchen, and said without looking back:

"Stir-fry celery, isn't that looking down on me. See if you pay or not? ”

Everyone was stunned on the sidelines, completely unaware of what this new owner was busy with, and the people around Jiang Feng wanted to ask, but he waved his hand to stop them.

Naturally, it didn't take much time to fry celery, and it was quickly served, looking at the verdant celery, the meat slices pink and tender, and the aroma was compelling. Jiang Feng nodded, picked up some with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, Bowen looked at it angrily, his face was full of you, and you know how to taste food.

"The meat slices are very tender, the flavor has also entered, the celery is chewed without stuffing teeth, crispy and raw, it should be the celery in the pot when the meat slices are fried until they are medium-cooked."

Jiang Feng closed his eyes and said while eating, with a very satisfied smile on his face, Bowen opened his mouth there with a surprised expression, and the people on the side were no less surprised than him, can this Uncle Jinyi Wei who eats white food actually cook, it is incredible.

In modern vocational schools and restaurants, the test of whether a student can become a qualified chef is not to see whether he can cook seafood and make a full banquet of the Manchurian and Han people, but to see whether he can make a home-cooked dish, after all, ordinary dishes are for the public to taste.

Among them, fried celery is a test of the chef's skills, because if the celery and meat slices are delicious, the heat required is completely different, and the fire is very difficult to perform. If this dish is done well, the rest of the dishes are basically hand-picked (of course, this only refers to the taste of the dish).

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