Nine o'clock in the evening, Haihe Tower.

Wu Yongfu, the head chef, said: "Boss, I won't come tomorrow. ”

Hearing this, Fang Jie's heart tightened, and he pretended to be calm and asked, "Old Wu, how many years have you been working with me?" ”

"It's been almost ten years." Wu Yongfu was a little emotional.

"Am I sorry for you?" Fang Jie asked again.

"Boss, you are very good to me, among my peers in the town, my salary is the highest, even compared with the head chefs of those big restaurants in the county, my salary is not bad." Wu Yongfu felt a little guilty in his heart.

The water flows low, and the people go high.

Someone offered an annual salary of 1.2 million yuan, and Wu Yongfu had no reason to stay in Haihe Tower.

"Can you wait a few more days?" Fang Jie asked.

"I'm sorry." Wu Yongfu gritted his teeth, and the Wanghai Building opposite will open tomorrow.

Knowing that the other party insisted on leaving, Fang Jie did not scold, and pretended to be calm and said, "You go." ”

Not long after Wu Yongfu left Haihe Tower, several of his apprentices followed.

Fang Jie, who was depressed in his heart, walked back home.

Over the years, he has made a lot of money, especially last year and this year.

Relying on the best seafood caught by his nephew Fang Yuan, Haihelou gained fame and fortune.

The head chef left with a few apprentices, and there were only a dozen chefs left in Haihelou.

Without Wu Yongfu's support, Haihelou's seafood business would have suffered serious losses.

If you can't find a chef with excellent cooking skills, you might as well rent out Haihe Building.

Fortunately, Haihelou's house is his own, and the pressure is not very great.

Fang Jie's wife, Zhang Rong, asked in surprise, "What's wrong?" ”

"Wu Yongfu ran away with people." Fang Jie replied.

"The surname is Wu, why is this happening? If it weren't for you, would he be where he is today? Zhang Rong was furious.

"Don't talk about that, let's find a way to find a chef with great cooking skills." Fang Jie said.

"Dad, Mom, the fish made by Brother Ping'an is at least ten times better than the fish made by the surnamed Wu." The equation says.

I rubbed the equation of the meal many times, and I miss the dishes made by Fang Yuan every day.

"Brother Ping'an's cooking skills are even better than Chef Wu?" Fang Li, the sister of the equation, looked a little puzzled.

"Sister, don't you know, the fish and back pot meat made by Brother Ping'an are absolutely delicious in the world." The equation is full of praise.

"It's a pity that your brother Ping'an doesn't want to be a chef." Fang Jie's eyes lit up, and he frowned again.

"Ask him to come over for a few days, it should be fine." Equation laughed.

"That's a good idea." Fang Jie nodded, and immediately took out his mobile phone to make a call.

Fang Yuan, who answered the phone, asked, "Third Uncle, what's the matter?" ”

"Ping, help me for a few days." Fang Jie said.

"Do what?" Fang Yuan asked.

"The chef of my restaurant has left with someone...... Fang Jie said the situation.

Fang Yuan hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Third Uncle, I'll help you for a week at most." ”

The third uncle's family was very good to their family, and Fang Yuan couldn't be indifferent.

Find a chef with excellent cooking skills, and you will definitely not be able to do it in two or three days.

In a week's time, you should be able to find a chef with good cooking.

Fang Yuan, who hung up the phone, was somewhat helpless.

In life, nine times out of ten, it is unsatisfactory.

He just wanted to fish, not to be a chef.

The third uncle and his family are very good to his family, and Fang Yuan is not a hard-hearted person.

"If you make a cameo appearance as a chef for a week, you must be prepared that the third uncle can't find a chef."

After talking to his parents about the situation, Fang Yuan went upstairs with Mu Xueying.

"Tomorrow you go to be a chef, and I'll broadcast live next to me." Mu Xueying said with a smile.

"Wife, you're so nice." Fang Yuan's heart was moved.

"Anyway, it's also playing, live streaming your cooking, it's good." Mu Xueying smiled slightly.

At early eleven o'clock in the evening, the two hugged each other and slept.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Fang Yuan and Mu Xueying came to Haihe Tower.

"Peace, Yingying." Fang Jie greeted the two with a smile on his face.

"Brother Ping'an, Sister Ying." Equation, Fang Li shouted.

"Third uncle." Fang Yuan and Mu Xueying shouted.

The beauty shop of the third mother, Zhang Rong, is next to the Haihe Building.

"Ping'an, what will you cook?" Fang Jie asked.

"Fish, shrimp and crabs can be cooked, and braised pork, back to the pot meat, plum cabbage button meat, and cold dishes." Fang Yuan said.

He wanted to fish, and he planned to make some spices and dipping sauces.

In this way, the existing chefs in Haihelou can cope with it.

"Ping, I'll take you to the kitchen." Fang Jie said with a smile.

"Third uncle, can I broadcast him cooking live?" Mu Xueying asked.

"Absolutely." Fang Jie said without hesitation.

Coming to the spacious, bright, clean and tidy kitchen, Fang Jie introduced Fang Yuan and Mu Xueying to more than a dozen chefs.

Many chefs' eyes were full of doubts, Fang Yuan turned a blind eye, he didn't like to argue with people.

As a champion of Silence is King, he believes that facts speak louder than words.

To put it bluntly, Fang Yuan knew that he couldn't talk to others.

A man who can speak the Tao and can say that the black is white and the crooked is straight, but he does not have such ability!

After getting acquainted with the kitchen, Fang Yuan began to move.

Things like braised pork, back pot meat, etc., can be prepared in advance.

Return to the pot to cook the meat first and then fry, you can cook the meat first.

Whether the meat is good or not, cooking is very important.

The meat is not cooked thoroughly, and the meat smells fishy.

If you don't have enough cooking skills, go back to the pot to make up.

The more times you return to the pot, the better the meat will taste.

Add all kinds of spices, Fang Yuan put the pork belly and two-knife meat into the pot and cook.

There are more than a dozen chefs in the kitchen, some standing on the sidelines watching the excitement, and some standing in the distance chatting.

The types of work in the kitchen are divided into stoves, loads, cutting boards, water tables, etc.

There are no guests yet, and the chef doesn't have much to do.

Fang Yuan is not a professional chef, he doesn't know about the division of labor in the kitchen, and he doesn't want to know either.

Usually cooking at home, it is impossible to assign him several assistants.

In his opinion, a skilled chef can turn ingredients into delicious dishes with kitchenware and condiments.

The kitchen is divided into stoves, loads, cutting boards, water tables, etc., and looks like an assembly line operation.

Perhaps the division of labor in the kitchen is due to the masterpieces of some chefs who are arrogant and suppress their apprentices.

The cutting board is responsible for cutting vegetables, and after working for a lifetime, I will practice knife skills.

Playing lotus is to do chores for the chef who stir-fries, ask more and think more, maybe you can get some gains.

The water platform is responsible for slaughtering, such as killing fish, killing chickens, and so on.

Fang Yuan took out various ingredients and made some spices and dipping sauces.

"Master Fang, which chef school did you graduate from?"

"I taught myself how to cook, and I never went to a chef school."

"Look at the way you look, you seem to be cooking well."

"It's okay, I'll just cook some home cooking."

"Can I try this dip?"

"Whatever you want."

"So delicious?"

Hearing this, one by one the chefs stepped forward to taste it, and they were surprised and delighted.

At eleven o'clock, the earth-shattering sound of firecrackers sounded outside, but it was the Wanghai Building opposite the Haihe Building that opened.

The opening of the big reward, Wanghai Building is discounted by seven, and for a while, the business is good.

Seeing that Wanghailou couldn't sit down, many people walked into Haihelou.

The people in the southwest province like food very much, and they do not hesitate to queue for an hour or two for the sake of delicious food.

Here in the southeast province, there are too few people willing to queue up.

Seafood of the same quality, as long as the cooking skills are not much different, the taste is almost the same.

"Fat Dun, what are some good dishes?"

"Today's braised pork, back pot meat, and fish, shrimp and crabs are all delicious."

"Wouldn't it? I heard that Chef Wu here has gone to Wanghailou opposite. ”

"My cousin cooks himself, to be honest, it's your luck that Uncle Zhang can eat the dishes he cooks."

"Then you can order a few dishes for us, three meats, two vegetables and one soup."

"Uncle Zhang, braised pork, back pot meat, grouper, how about these three dishes?"

"Vegetarian dishes and soup dishes, how to arrange?"

"My cousin is only good at making back pot meat, braised pork, fish, shrimp and crab, you can order the ones on the menu."

"If it's not delicious, I won't pay for it."

"Okay, if you don't think it's delicious, this meal is mine."