Chapter 12: Talking with Food
Chen Zhiyuan has reason to suspect that 'Store Manager Xia' is a grandfather-like character in the novice village.
Otherwise, how to explain it, including himself, as well as the two newcomers who just entered the game today, the first thing they saw when they opened their eyes to the world was this ordinary restaurant.
Isn't it very logical to have a guide nearby near the place of birth?
However, thinking that this is a large-scale autistic real game without 'map', 'friends', 'email' and other social functions, Chen Zhiyuan suddenly doubted himself a little again.
Is the behind-the-scenes planning of the park really taking the players into account?
Master Wang and several of his apprentices walked into the house.
After all, he is not a ruffian, but a famous person registered in the Provincial Chef Association, Wang Fuquan gave the apprentice with the loudest voice a look, and he stood still, looking at this small shop.
Xiao is really small, he and his apprentices poured in, and immediately wrote the congested atmosphere.
A very long and spotlessly cleaned bar counter made the already not spacious storefront even more crowded, Wang Fuquan looked at the pots and pans in the bar: "Open kitchen? β
"Since the store is already small, why not set up a back kitchen, vacate the space, and set up a few more tables and chairs?"
Wang Fuquan is a little difficult to understand, such a fly restaurant that can only accommodate a dozen guests to eat, if it is ugly, don't think about making a lot of money, it would be good for the chef's family to make a living.
So, the chef's craftsmanship belongs to the so-so kind?
Don't blame Wang Fuquan for thinking so.
Anyway, in the world under the background of China, there are no powerful chefs, there is no dust, which is not a restaurant, followed by a large group of apprentices, Xiangche BMW everything.
What's even more exaggerated is that Wang Fuquan once boarded a huge building ship, and he himself never dared to imagine the existence of a mobile restaurant on the Yangtze River system......
I didn't stop the loud disciple from shouting at the shopkeeper, especially when I saw a young man who appeared and said, "I'm the chef." β
Wang Fuquan's tense face eased, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The 'joint book' was only completed with the handprints of a small number of diehards, and when the time came, the scroll that enveloped the wishes of the entire culinary world of the country of abundance was presented to the desks of those old guys of the provincial association, and the 'cooking competition' that decided to be the new chef of [Juxialou] was bound to be held.
He is Shao'an's minion.
Nine-star chef.
After retiring, Shao An will fulfill his promise and teach him a special recipe in person.
Of course, it doesn't mean that if you get a special recipe, you will be promoted to a special chef, how much you can digest and how much you can learn depends on his qualifications and talents. Some of them are much younger than him, they can be called children and grandchildren, very young young guys, they don't even need any special recipes, they just rely on their own comprehension, and they break through casually, every time they hear about these deeds, Wang Fuquan has a feeling of embarrassment that he has lived in vain.
"Stop shouting, be quiet."
Xia Yan had to come out of the house: "I'm the store manager, the chef, are you dining?" β
He is not as well-informed as Chen Zhiyuan, and he doesn't know much about Wang Fuquan.
However, listening to the riots outside the store, and seeing Chen Zhiyuan hiding at the threshold as the cowards of the onlookers, Xia Yan couldn't help but feel a little speechless:
"I didn't go out to find trouble, I stayed at home, buried myself in cooking, and trouble came to my door? What a thing! β
At home, I practiced my cooking skills hard, and I didn't eat anyone's rice.
It's really strange, like him, who pays attention to being kind to people, paying attention to being kind and making money, where does the enemy come from, and besides, he doesn't respond to any customer, he must strictly follow the tastes of the guests, formulate exclusive private food, and ensure that he feels at home, and there is no reason to be resentful and resentful, come to my store to spread wild.
"Don't eat, you draw a handprint on it, and we'll leave when we're doneβ" An apprentice was instructed by Wang Fuquan to come up with a scroll.
The scroll reveals a corner, densely covered with handprints and names.
What's this?
Xia Yan shook his head, forget it, don't be a thorn in the coffin for this kind of thing, sign it and send people away quickly, he has to hurry up and study whether the distortion of reality is related to paradise.
At the moment when he just reached out to press the vermilion lacquer box, the system popped up a prompt:
[Obtain the quest 'Notoriety'.] γ
[Task content: Treat Wang Fuquan in the way you like, requiring a dish score of no less than 80 (good) and a dark index of no less than mild. γ
γReward Normal Chest*1.γ γ
Xia Yan withdrew his hand casually: "I'm sorry, I don't want to sign it for the time being." β
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Several apprentices looked at each other.
With a "bang", Wang Fuquan slapped his hand on the table, and said in a calm voice: "This is a joint petition from all colleagues in the country of abundance, symbolizing that the [Ju Xialou] in the Shuchuan food world cannot be left without an owner for a day, everyone wants to hold a traditional cooking competition as soon as possible to decide the next chef, don't you want to see [Ju Xialou] resume business and restore its former glory?" This is the face of our Shuchuan food industry! β
It's coming, it's coming.
Chen Zhiyuan, who was watching strongly in the corners, became excited.
Based on his understanding of the background of "China Yiban", this world cannot be measured by common sense at all.
There is a glowing dish that brightens the eyes of the blind.
has superpowers-like 'super vision', 'super smell', and 'super touch' such god-level talents, which is why they have created incredible legendary recipes like "Mother Sun Ball" and "Demon Breaking Eight Arrays".
Of course, the chefs here generally have a lot of force value.
Wang Fuquan seems to be a practitioner.
The sleeveless shirt was worn on his body, and the arms hugged together were thicker than his thighs, and the muscles were tight and smooth.
"Hold the grass, the time has come to test the rules of this world."
"Is it an abuse of force, a big fist is the last word, or is it a return to food?"
Chen Zhiyuan's breathing suddenly became heavier, and his premonition became stronger and stronger, and on the third day of his game, he could probably watch a cooking competition.
If you use another food fan, it is ......
Halberd!
Finally, can you see the glowing cuisine with your own eyes?
However, the plot developed too quickly, and Chen Zhiyuan didn't expect it at all.
"Sit-"
Manager Xia, who was labeled as "mysterious" and "grandfather of the novice village", stood in the bar and said calmly to Master Wang and his party: "The people take food as the sky, if there is anything, eat the meal first, fill your stomach, and it is not too late to talk." β
Hearing this, several apprentices were at a loss and looked at Wang Fuquan.
"You want to force us to eat?" Wang Fuquan was also a little stunned, and soon he reacted with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "So, this is the condition you proposed?" β
He winked, and the apprentices sat in a row at the bar.
"Even if you serve the food, serve your best and most signature food, and I will pay you the price of the meal truthfully." In Wang Fuquan's mind, it was no big deal to break the bank, and Shao Ana also paid him an operating fee.
Young people, still have tender skin, they can't ask for benefits, they don't need to hide it.
"You can talk about the settlement when you are satisfied, I only have one request-"
"Eat clean."
Wang Fuquan frowned, and found that the chef at the bar showed him an elusive smile, "Please take a seat too." β