When I looked back, I saw that it was a fat man, and the black head on his nose was as thick and dark as burnt black sesame seeds, and he seemed to be born with big and small eyes, and even his mouth was crooked.

Judging from the clothing, his food clothes are white and gold-edged, and compared with Mingtian's white-on-white and black-edged meals on behalf of the chef, the grade is more than one or two points higher, this person should be the food director, that is, the head of the Shang Food Bureau.

"What do you see? Tell you to pour a glass of water for Lao Tzu. ”

The fat man said, very impatient, and he was about to kick Mingtian when he came up.

Ming Tian has injuries on his body, the chef stands and works day and night, even if the strength of his hands and feet is not as good as An Luo, it is by no means comparable to ordinary people, if he kicks it again......

Not to mention anything else, at least you have to go back to bed and lie down for ten days and half a month, and then don't think about saving the county lord, just just find a green prairie to catch sheep.

Ming Tian also had a certain amount of combat power, so he hurriedly turned to the side and dodged this kick.

Because of his high weight, his center of gravity was unstable, and he almost didn't fall down when he kicked the air, and his large water elf-like stomach suddenly rumbled and bumped.

"Hey, you little rabbit cub, this food division wants to kick you, how dare you hide? Do you know who Lao Tzu is? ”

With a kick in the air, the fat face of the little foreign-looking food chef suddenly twisted and wrinkled, and he grabbed Mingtian's collar when he came up.

This scene made many chefs in the dining room look sideways at Ming Tian and this dieter.

"Chef-sama, don't get excited."

It's not a good idea to hit it hard here: "I... I was introduced by Lord Wang Jingze to work here, and today is the first day of work, and I am in a hurry and don't know who to report to. Please forgive me for the offense. ”

Sometimes, the society has to learn to smile at people who don't like it, and Mingtian is also an old man, so I still understand this.

When I first entered the society, I was like a little kid, and whoever provoked me would have a black face and suffered countless losses.

This soft string of words made the food division's face soften a lot when he heard it, but his eyes showed a trace of disdain for Ming Tian.

"Oh, it turns out that you are a related household introduced by Wang Jingze, hmph, I thought it was a genius, but it turned out to be just a little child."

These words were so loud that the chefs in the dining room began to look at Ming Tian one by one, and the two side chefs led by them cast contemptuous glances at Ming Tian just like the chefs.

You know, the skill of a chef is often directly proportional to his age, which chef working here will be younger than 40 years old? It is the recruiter who is in charge of cleaning, and the youngest of them are in their thirties.

And each of them, if they open a restaurant anywhere outside, they are enough to make all the rich and famous eunuchs come to visit.

Ming Tian's current body is only 19 years old, and because he is too handsome, he looks only 16 years old, in the eyes of this group of veteran chefs, it is estimated that Ming Tian looks no different from a baby.

"Listen, kid, do you see this?" The food secretary let go of Mingtian and took out a gold medal from his pocket, on which was engraved the word "taste".

As if to show off, the chef raised his forehead and said: "This is a delicious gold medal given by the emperor, since the founding of the Qi Kingdom, only 3 chefs besides me have won it, do you understand what this means?" ”

Well, what else can it represent? It means that you are pretending to be forced on me, who is precedent for pretending to be forced? Why is it so popular in such an ancient era?

"The chef with this gold medal is given by the official from Yipin, so I don't care who introduced you, here in the future, Lao Tzu told you to go east, if you dare to go west, I will chop you, do you understand?"

Well, it turned out to be a big guy too, no wonder it's such a dick. Anyway, you dead fat man, can you not spit when you speak?

But indeed, if he really won the emperor's delicious gold medal, it means that even if this food chef is in the same level, his status will be much higher.

"Okay." Wiping the saliva that was sprayed all over the face by the fat man, Ming Tian was so disgusting that he could hardly respond with more expressions.

"Hmph, remember Lao Tzu's name, my name is Qian Shanduo, in this Shang Shi Bureau, Lao Tzu is your father, if you dare to make me unhappy, I will make you look good like a father beating his son, do you understand?!"

Qian Shanduo roared arrogantly, and the foul words were not silenced by [beep], which showed that he was not a traverser.

In other words, this will be an idiot like you in ancient times, and in modern times, you are so swaggering, he would have died in an unknown stinky ditch.

"Yes, understood." Ming Tian was not interested in talking to him too much, he just wanted to get to work quickly.

Serve the food one minute earlier, find out the taste of the emperor and the crown prince one minute earlier, and rescue your own woman one minute earlier, now you don't have time to waste time with this kind of idiot at this time.

"Well, that's pretty much it." After that, Qian Shanduo's tone softened slightly, but his disdain did not diminish at all: "Since you are new, you can go to Huangtai to cut vegetables." ”

"Chopping vegetables?!"

Ming Tian was stunned!

In addition to the chef level, the workbench also has a grade, which is divided into heaven, earth, people, Huang Si, etc., and the Huangtai is specially responsible for the first process of cooking, that is, the workbench for washing and cutting vegetables.

Under normal circumstances, the chef is recruited to be responsible for cleaning and picking up the vegetables, and the yellow table is used for the food and drink, and is used for the preliminary processing of the other three required dishes. The Rentai specializes in cold dishes, and the relatively low-status Shanyou is in charge.

As a chef in Mingtian, he should also go to the floor to make soup or knife cooking. Even if it is assigned to the rooftop, it is not too much to assist the side liner in handling the main dish.

Let a chef go to Huangtai to wash and chop vegetables.

Ming Tian felt a hint of insult.

But what is more troublesome than insulting is that poisoning can only be done on the stage, and going to Huangtai is just a waste of time.

Ming Tian pointed to the black-edged food clothes on his body: "Qian Diet, I'm a chef..."

"What about the chef? Yes? Qian Shanduo's fat ugly face turned black, and he pushed Ming Tian viciously: "If Lao Tzu tells you to go, you will go, will you go?!" If you don't go, get out! ”

The fat finger was horizontal, pointing to Huangtai, and Qian Shanduo's small eyes were staring at the thief round.

Well, you have a kind!

Mingtian is not a saint either, and in Chiguoguo's humiliation and obstruction, it is not a matter of hell.

Lifting his collar, Ming Tian didn't say anything to the dead fat man, and walked towards Huangtai silently.

At this point, I can only find a way to find a chance to go to the other three.

As for you, there is a lot of money and food, if he [beeps] because you have three long and two short, I will want your whole family to die!

Walking to the front of the yellow platform, although it was not very cool, Ming Tian still picked up the razor, lifted the bucket, and disposed of the black-bone chicken on the table.

In the north and south, people are still in a state of eating twice a day, so breakfast is relatively late.

As for the other royal relatives and concubines, their breakfast was handled in the dining room, and it had nothing to do with Mingtian's dining room.

And chicken, is an ordinary material in both Chinese and Western food, Mingtian before the crossing of his own cooking and processing of no less than 2,000 chickens, sometimes the boss wants to drink chicken soup, his own private chef does not use, to Mingtian to do, it can be said that the knife skills of dismembering chickens are not inferior to ordinary chefs.

Even if the black-bone chicken is a little special, it is not much worse.

In half a minute, maybe even 25 seconds, a chicken is dismembered into the necessary chicken breast, chicken legs, tenderloin and other materials, and the chicken breastbone is not even shaved together.

In the dining room, the people of Huangtai never know what the other three need, for example, when the rooftop wants to make a serving of chicken, the deputy dieter will only say that I want chicken, not which part, so that when Huangtai processes chicken, he must prepare every meat that may be needed.

This is an extremely inefficient practice, but it is also the root of the ancient inferiority, and everything is done to show off its status, even in this kitchen.

If Huangtai doesn't handle it well, and the emperor blames the chef for the dishes, he will definitely not blame the deputy chef of Tiantai for not doing a good job of the chicken or for not explaining it clearly, but will shift the responsibility to Huangtai's restaurant.

That's where the most unreasonable part!

But fortunately, Mingtian is not only precise in his technique, but also extremely fast in his hand, and even the master of the slaughterhouse will praise Mingtian's technique before crossing.

Although this hand speed is not outstanding in the dining room, considering that Mingtian is only 19 years old, combined with this, it can't help but make the restaurant next to him look sideways.

"Young man, he is young, but he is quite skilled."

The 10 chickens were disposed of, and a skinny restaurant next to Mingtian stepped forward to talk.

"My name is Zhaoke, what's your name?"

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