Jiangzhou, Prince Restaurant, 888 private rooms.

"The biggest regret of my life is that no one can inherit my mantle. ”

"In another ten years, when I enter the coffin, who will be able to carry the girder of Jiangzhou City by then?"

"Ridiculous, ridiculous. ”

On the main seat, the old man with snow-white hair sighed with a wry smile.

As he spoke, he glanced up at everyone present, and his expression became more and more regretful.

These people, all of whom are chefs of Prince Restaurant, each of them studied food abroad for five years before returning to China.

When it comes to cooking, it's okay to choose a few heirs among these people.

However, he didn't want his skills to spread abroad in the future, and in the cooking competitions of various countries, Chinese chefs were defeated by foreign chefs with his skills, which was not what he wanted to see.

What he needs is a person who was born and raised, has talent and perseverance, and can carry forward the Chinese food culture.

Just as he was thinking, the phone on the table in front of him vibrate.

"Zhao Qian?"

Looking at the name on the phone, Song Cheng frowned.

He was not impressed by this name, and he needed to think about it carefully for more than ten seconds before he could remember where he met this person.

"It seems that he is the head chef of Yingjun Restaurant, and he seems to have won a good ranking for his knife skills in a cooking competition a few years ago?"

"But what is he looking for me for?"

"Is it another person who wants to enter the gold-plated Prince Restaurant?"

Song Cheng's brows furrowed.

Over the years, there have been too many people who have come to him for such a purpose.

Because I hadn't answered the phone for too long, the phone screen that lit up went black, but it didn't take long for the phone to ring again.

"Hey. ”

Song Cheng answered the phone.

"President Song, haven't you always wanted to find an heir for yourself? I have found a candidate here, if you have time, please come and have a look now?"

"Candidates?"

"Yes, he used a kitchen knife to carve a three-meter-tall dragon-shaped ice sculpture, I can send you the picture now, you will definitely be interested in him when you see it!"

"A knife?"

"I'll send you the address and photo right now!"

Doodoo ......

Looking at the mobile phone screen that had been blacked out again, Song Cheng's brows furrowed even deeper.

Soon, the message came, and the phone screen lit up again.

Although he didn't believe it in his heart, Song Cheng clicked on the message.

The next moment, his expression was a little more sluggish.

However, it's not because of the dragon-shaped ice sculpture in the photo, but because of the people who are handling the ingredients in front of the cutting board next to the ice sculpture.

He ...... Are you an adult?"

Song Cheng was stunned.

He hadn't seen anyone who carved an ice sculpture with a kitchen knife.

But a young person like Tang Tian, he really saw it for the first time!

Talent!

This word flashed through Song Cheng's mind.

"Eat yourselves, I still have some things, go first. ”

Dropping a sentence, Song Cheng immediately got up, left behind a dozen chefs from five-star hotels in the private room, and rushed out of the door.

If the ice sculpture was really carved by Tang Tian, maybe his heir and memory were really chosen!

......

The experience points were steadily increasing, and seeing that the time had reached the opening point, Tang Tian lit the fire on the stove and began to process the ingredients.

Relying solely on a spatula for cooking, although Tang Tian was a little rusty with it, it was also good to handle.

In a short time, plates of fragrant dishes are out of the pot.

At this moment, the diners who had been waiting outside the store for a long time finally couldn't help it.

It's so fragrant!

To put it mildly, the dishes made at Yingjun Restaurant are simply a fart compared to the dishes made by Tang Tian!

"Don't panic, everyone! Queue! Queue! All of them!"

Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, Tang Xuzheng immediately beckoned the diners to line up by Tang Tian's stove.

The long queue of more than 200 people, even in such a not prosperous place, attracted a large number of people.

When these people approached, they smelled the fragrance coming from the stove, and they couldn't help but join the neat queue and wait.

"If you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster. ”

Zhao Qian stood in front of Yingjun Restaurant and watched, his face became more and more bitter.

The reaction of the diners can reflect the chef's ability to the greatest extent, and the aroma of the dishes alone can attract so many people, obviously Tang Tian's ability has far surpassed him Zhao Qian.

Soon, the ingredients prepared by Tang Tian in advance had almost been consumed, and the long queue that could be queued was not decreasing, but was still increasing rapidly.

Even, on the side of the empty road not far away, there are already a lot of vehicles parked.

"Hey, come here! Just downstairs from my house, there is a fast food restaurant that opened today, and hundreds of people are queuing up here!"

In the long queue, many people called out with their phones and were contacting relatives and friends.

They didn't just do this because of the aroma of the dishes cooked by Tang Tian, but they saw the expressions of those who had eaten Tang Tian's dishes with their own eyes, and determined the deliciousness of the dishes.

"It's so delicious! Why is there such a delicious dish in this world! What if I can't eat it in the future?!"

Not far away, a man squatting on the side of the road eating rice poured in his hand burst into tears.

Eating tears is indeed a bit pompous.

But the people on the side of this man behaved much more realistically.

A bowl of rice bowls was swept away by them in three minutes, and then immediately trotted back to the end of the long line.

A bowl of rice bowls is not enough!

They're going to eat too!

Whether the food in a restaurant is delicious or not, the performance of diners is the most real feedback.

"Old Tang, what should I do, the ingredients I prepared before are almost used!" Liu Xiaoyun accepted the money, handed the rice bowl that had just come out of the pot to a diner, and looked at Tang Xuzheng, who was busy cleaning.

She was really shocked.

My son's cooking skills are so good, and the current situation is completely in short supply.

The ingredients purchased in the morning have basically been exhausted, but the number of people queuing in front of them has not decreased, but has increased.

Even, there are already some Mercedes-Benz stops not far away, and the owners get out of the car and run quickly here, and they have to queue up......

"Why don't you end up here today? My son has been doing this for so long, it's time for him to rest. Tang Xu was looking at Tang Tian who was still busy in front of the stove with some concern.

Unconsciously, half an hour had passed, and the spatula in Tang Tian's hand had basically not left his hand.

Although this money is also a big deal for my son to go to college, it is not as important as my son's health?

"Boss, you're not kind like this, we've been standing in line for so long!"

Immediately there was a disgruntled voice in the ranks.

Dissatisfaction is secondary, I really want to say that it is because I want to eat a bite of the dishes made by Tang Tian.

Judging from today's queuing, the name of this fast food restaurant will be louder tomorrow, and maybe nearly 1,000 people may come to line up at that time.