Notes on Going to the Tomb (32)
I nodded.
"Can we promote that photo? Is it three Michelin stars? Jiang Nian said.
I thought about the current situation of the master, and it seemed that I could no longer be in the limelight in China.
"That's right, I'm just a deputy, and the honor of this certificate belongs to our chef. So the photo can be advertised but not exaggerated, so I'll give you a photo of me holding the certificate alone. I said.
"Understand, understand. Deputy of three Michelin stars, do not over-advertise. Then add a WeChat. Jiang Nian said.
"WeChat?" I said again, puzzled.
"Eh, I understand, you learn slowly, I'll give you an email address and you send it to me." Jiang Nian said with a smile.
I nodded my head and exchanged emails.
I specially chose a photo of my three-star qualification certificate and gave it to Jiang Nian's mailbox.
I kept telling Jiang Nian that I was just a deputy of Samsung, and I didn't over-advertise.
Jiang Nian nodded his head and took out his mobile phone and became the host on the spot.
But I was very embarrassed to listen to that conversation.
Jiang Nian said into his mobile phone: "This is the senior chef we hired from the three-star Michelin hotel in France, Mr. Jock, who is now representing the highest honor of Michelin to PK our Jiang Nian Hotel." This time, we have invited Mr. Jock as our hotel's guest chef to receive you in our restaurant for half a year. ”
Thinking about the businessman, it is estimated that he wants to pack his hotel, after all, this is a good thing.
The back kitchen is not as big as ours, and more than a dozen chefs are cooking at this time.
Jiang Nian pointed to the chef with a top hat on the side and said, "This is our chef, his name is Han Dong." ”
I nodded my head to the side.
Jiang Nian handed his mobile phone to the young lady in the personnel department on the side and asked her to continue shooting.
Then Jiang Nian walked quickly to Han Dong's side and said something, and Han Dong nodded vigorously.
Jiang Nian shouted a few times, and all the chefs around him stopped what they were doing.
"Then you guys compete, what do you two think?" Jiang Nian glanced at me and then looked at Han Dong.
Han Dong smiled and said, "Jock, is it?" I'm fine. ”
"Then I'm fine, the question is better than what?" I said.
"You're a guest, you can make a question." Han Dong said with a smile.
I glanced at the order list inserted on the wall, and there were two identical portions of grunt.
I pointed to the wall and said, "How's the grunt?" ”
"The competition doesn't affect the serving, good cook. But do French cooks make grunt? Han Dong said puzzled.
"What I cook in a foreign country is Chinese food." I said with a smile.
Han Dong smiled and stepped forward to start moving, and I watched Han Dong's technique from the side.
It's pure, but it's a lot worse than the master.
The gap with me is not very big, I guess it can be a little better than him.
But I found a problem, many of these spices that I have never seen.
I remembered the words of the master, there is a lack of ingredients in France.
The chef tried many times to find the best taste, so what he made was not very Cantonese cuisine.
My brows furrowed slightly, and I turned on my phone and took a look.
It took me two minutes to type those three words and glance at the ingredient list.
At this moment, I can only hold my feet at zero hour, but fortunately, the recipe of Gu Yu meat is not troublesome.
In ten minutes, Han Dong finished his work and made a dozen spoons.
He grabbed the bowl and buckled it, and the steaming meat buckled on the plate.
Jiang Nian tasted a spoonful of it, and then nodded his head.
Han Dong handed it to the food server, and the food server served the plate of Gu Yu meat on the table.
Han Dong gave up his position and said, "Come on." ”