Chef Feng nodded, for fear that Zhao Zhuo wouldn't understand, so he nodded and said:

"No problem, I promise!"

After all, with such generous conditions, there is no reason not to agree to it at all.

Even, Chef Feng was afraid that this matter would expire and be invalidated, so he hurriedly asked:

"Mr. Zhao, if you have time now, I will call my son, how about we sign the contract now?"

Hearing this, Han Lin couldn't help but laugh and said:

"I said Lao Feng, Xiao Feng is still working here. Isn't it a little embarrassing for me to be the boss who just arranged for my employees to be assigned to someone else in front of me?"

Chef Feng naturally knew that Han Lin was joking, and when he heard this, he also smiled and said:

"Mr. Han, my son can't create any value for Fengtian Restaurant here, so it's better to let him go to Mr. Zhao's, a more valuable place."

After a pause, Chef Feng continued:

"Besides, Xiao Feng is gone, Lao Feng, I'm not still here.

We agreed that I would stay with you until I retired, and I would keep my promise."

Hearing this, Han Lin nodded with a smile and said no more.

In fact, deep down in Han Lin's heart, he was still faintly worried about whether Chef Feng would see that Zhao Zhuo's conditions were good, so he had the mentality of changing jobs.

After all, there are not many chefs of Lao Feng's level in Fengtian Restaurant, which is the living signboard of Fengtian Restaurant, and it is the confidence of Fengtian Restaurant to dare to claim to be the first in Fengtian.

If Lao Feng left, it would be a very huge loss for Han Lin.

It's just that Han Lin, as Zhao Zhuo's friend, is naturally embarrassed to ask this kind of question.

And Lao Feng's words also completely dispelled the worries in Han Lin's heart and made him really feel at ease.

After explaining, Lao Feng hurriedly went to the back kitchen to call Xiao Feng.

After Chef Feng left, Zhang Yun couldn't help but say to Zhao Zhuo:

"Just now, this Chef Feng, his expression changed too much before and after listening to your proposal, and it was not nice to say it, just like seeing money."

Indeed, Chef Feng's expression after hearing such generous treatment just now was indeed a slight gaffe.

However, for this kind of thing, Zhao Zhuo shook his head with a smile:

"You can't say that. You see, this Chef Feng, when it comes to himself, he is not a calculating person.

What he cares about is, in the final analysis, his son's future.

As the so-called pity for the hearts of parents all over the world, what parent doesn't want their children to have a smooth life."

Hearing this, Zhang Yun really understood the true thoughts in Lao Feng's heart, and couldn't help but nod with some emotion:

"You're right, this is the heart of the world's parents."

Parents are often willing to do anything for the sake of their children.

Therefore, don't underestimate any parent's love for their children, and never despise any parent who is for their children.

The two were chatting, and Lao Feng brought Xiao Feng over.

said that it was Xiao Feng, but he was actually almost thirty years old.

Zhao Zhuo looked Xiao Feng up and down, only to see that he was not good-looking, taciturn, and at first glance, he looked like an ordinary person who would not be noticeable at all in the crowd.

Zhao Zhuo and Xiao Feng chatted about some specific ideas.

"Xiao Feng, if you are here to make the taste of this braised beef, can you compare it to Chef Feng's?"

Hearing this, Xiao Feng first nodded, and then shook his head.

Such an action made Zhao Zhuo stunned:

"What do you mean by nodding and shaking your head?"

Xiao Feng replied:

"I was going to say about it, but then I thought about it, and no one had ever tasted two dishes that my dad and I made at the same time, so I couldn't say it."

Sure enough, it is the father of the Zhizi Mo Ruo, this Xiao Feng is exactly the same as what Chef Feng said.

Although it looks ordinary and talks very ordinary, when it comes to cooking, my eyes light up all of a sudden, and I am very serious.

After hearing this, Zhao Zhuo looked at Han Lin with a smile: "It seems that I have to stay here with you for a while longer to see Xiao Feng's craftsmanship."

Han Lin naturally would not refuse.

Hearing this, he smiled and nodded:

"No problem, it just so happens that I haven't tasted Xiao Feng's craftsmanship yet, today is an opportunity, I will also try it."

When Xiao Feng heard Han Lin say this, he nodded and went back to the kitchen to cook.

Zhao Zhuo smiled and quipped:

"Let's talk in advance, if Xiao Feng's cooking skills are good, you can't regret leaving him behind."

Hearing this, Han Lin waved his hand bluntly:

"The old man spits on a nail, and if he says it, it will be the water that is spilled, and it will definitely be impossible to regret it!"

The righteousness of these words is simply righteous to the extreme.

But unfortunately, there is an old Feng next to Han Lin.

I saw that after Lao Feng heard Han Lin say this, he couldn't help but smile and said:

"Actually, it's mainly because it's enough for me to have one person in Fengtian Restaurant."

The reason why Lao Feng said this is because the dishes made by Lao Feng and Xiao Feng are almost the same, so there is no need for both of them to be in charge.

Because Han Lin knows the truth of hunger marketing, exclusive dishes like braised beef are all quantitative. Only in this way can we continue to arouse everyone's interest and curiosity.

It is precisely for this reason that Xiao Feng does not have a good opportunity in Fengtian Restaurant. It's not that Han Lin doesn't give him a chance, it's that Lao Feng doesn't retire, and it won't be Xiao Feng's turn at all.

And hearing Lao Feng's words, Han Lin couldn't help but smile bitterly and said:

"I said Lao Feng, how can you still expose my shortcomings.

If you don't say it, the two of them don't know the reason, and they will have to read me when the time comes.

Now, can you just tell me the answer?"

Hearing this, Lao Feng scratched his head and smiled.

Zhao Zhuo rolled his eyes at Han Lin, expressing his contempt for him.

After a pause, Han Lin said solemnly:

"But to be honest, Xiao Feng has been getting the true inheritance of Lao Feng for so many years, and I guess this craft will definitely not be found anywhere."

Lao Feng naturally didn't like to praise his son, so he smiled and said:

"Well, that's all about his craft. If it's okay for a while, it's mainly the secret recipe."

Yes, I didn't praise my son, but I praised my secret recipe, Lao Feng sold melons as a whole princess.

The cooking time of braised beef is relatively long, which Zhao Zhuo and Zhang Yun also know, so they have been mentally prepared.

Everyone chatted, and after a while, Xiao Feng finally walked out with a big bowl of steaming braised beef.