Anning Central Hospital can do a paternity test, but the results have to wait for half a month.

Zhou Huilan sent Yaoyao and Lu Changqing's hair together, and then she didn't think about it anymore and returned to the back kitchen safely.

But as soon as she entered the back kitchen, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at her, which was different from the usual greetings, and Zhou Huilan obviously noticed that something was wrong here.

"What's the matter, I have flowers on my face?"

Zhou Huilan smiled awkwardly, wanting to break the weird atmosphere, but no one paid attention to her.

She didn't stop, and walked along the stove, but saw that in front of the stove she was used to, Master Zhao was flying up and down with a big shovel, and there were several people standing next to her.

"This slippery meat, the most particular thing is fast, the oil temperature should be high, the meat should be fierce, the spatula should be sharp, and the meat should be fried quickly, and the meat that is marinated and flavored is tender...... Master Zhao spoke very sophisticatedly, and there was no delay at all under his hands.

But after a while, a plate of fried meat with small bamboo shoots came out of the pot, and the meat was soft and tender, and the bamboo shoots were bright and bright, and it could be seen that there was kung fu.

"Yo! Master Zhou is back!"

Master Zhao saw Zhou Huilan and shouted with a smile, but before Zhou Huilan could agree, he put the spatula back on the stove with a spoonful of water, and snorted a few times, "What's next?"

Sun Guowei, who was originally preparing food for him, was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhou Huilan.

In the back kitchen, the rules left over for thousands of years are actually the most important to the backup position, the master is not there, the assistant chef can replace the dishes, but you can't use the master chef's stove and shovel, this is the rule.

This kind of twists and turns may not be clear to Zhou Huilan, but there is nothing else in the kitchen that does not understand.

Zhou Huilan is standing here, and Master Zhao hasn't let go yet, so it is clear that he wants Zhou Huilan's face.

"Tsk! You kid, what's next?" Seeing that Sun Guowei didn't move, Master Zhao picked up the shovel and knocked him.

Sun Guowei glanced at Zhou Huilan and saw that she didn't react, so he lowered his head and handed the prepared dishes next to him to Master Zhao, "Kung Pao Chicken."

Master Zhao nodded, and was ready to start frying with a spoonful of warm oil, but Zhou Huilan stood next to him, pulled over the high chair that she usually sat in the back kitchen, and sat directly next to Master Zhao.

Master Zhao was about to take the marinated meat, but Zhou Huilan opened her mouth first, "The Kung Pao chicken oil should be large, but it can't be too hot, let's get the chicken nuggets!"

Master Zhao, who was about to put the meat down, was stunned for a moment, and deliberately delayed it for dozens of seconds before pouring the chicken into the oil pot.

"Zila——!

There was a crisp sound, and a huge smoke rose from the oil pan, and Sun Guowei, who choked before he had time to react, couldn't help coughing.

Zhou Huilan covered her nose and deliberately said loudly: "Look, when the heat is too big, the meat will be blind, Master Zhao, this is not like your level!"

Master Zhao, who was already holding back the fire in his belly, heard this, and the spatula poked at the bottom of the pot, and a third of the meat flew out.

However, after a while, a plate of Kung Pao Chicken, which was not on the line, was poured into the plate, but Su Xiaoliang, who was playing lotus next to him, looked at Zhou Huilan with a look of embarrassment.

This dish is going to be served, who is the guest who is not satisfied?

Zhou Huilan shook her head deliberately exaggeratedly, stood up on the barstool and stretched, "I'm not here for the past two days, Master Zhao is afraid that he is also tired, I'll fry the rest of the dishes!" She said that she went to pick up the shovel in Master Zhao's hand, but Master Zhao turned his hand and avoided her.

"Mr. Zhang said to ask me to stir-fry, but he hasn't said that he won't tell me to stir-fry, Master Zhou should continue to rest!"

The steps handed out not only did not go down, but also choked openly, Rao is Zhou Huilan didn't understand the strength of these kitchen rules, and she couldn't laugh.

Master Zhao raised his hand and wanted to turn over the plate of Kung Pao Chicken, but as soon as his hand touched the plate, he heard Zhou Huilan say: "Master Zhao is so tired that his hands are slippery, let's go and rest for a while, or wait for the guests to complain, and it will ruin the signboard of our Donghua Restaurant." This hotel now has her stake after all, Zhou Hui

Lan didn't want to mess around with him.

"No! Serve!" Master Zhao, who wanted to save face, just pushed the dish out.

The old man made it clear that he wanted to choke with himself, and Zhou Huilan didn't bother to mess with him when he was busy, so he took off his apron and planned to go ahead to ask Zhang Yongqiang about the situation.

But before she reached the door, the waiter who had just served the food ran back.

"The guest returns the dish and asks for a redo!"

When the words fell, it was the plate of Kung Pao chicken that was on the table.

Zhou Huilan paused, turned around and saw Master Zhao angrily boiling the oil, and stir-fried the kung pao chicken.

This time she didn't say anything, but looking at Master Zhao's back, he was obviously resentful, and he was afraid that he would have to retreat.

Sure enough, the second plate of Kung Pao Chicken was taken out for less than ten minutes, and it was returned again.

Until the third time, it was no longer just the waiter who came back with the dishes, even Zhang Yongqiang also came.

Zhang Yongqiang entered the kitchen, his face sank directly, "What's the matter, today, I can't even fry a kung pao chicken!" Isn't Master Zhou back?"

"Mr. Zhang, I'm here!" Zhou Huilan was sitting at the door, and when she heard this, she quickly stood up and said hello to Zhang Yongqiang, "Today's dish is from Master Zhao, he is probably tired for me in the past few days, why don't I fry it next?"

Zhang Yongqiang was obviously stunned, his eyes coldly swept over the people by the stove, and after a while, he changed his smiling face in embarrassment, "Master Zhou didn't stir-fry today, no wonder......

Master Zhao, who had never left the stove, was also angry at the moment.

He angrily grabbed his chopsticks and walked over, "This kung pao chicken is so good, what's wrong!"

"The guest said that the meat firewood ......," explained the waiter.

Zhang Yongqiang saw that his face was not good, and he also persuaded him, "Master Zhao, we still have to listen to the guests' suggestions."

But Master Zhao, who had been holding back the fire for a long time, didn't listen to persuasion at all, and wanted to go to the front to find the guest to theorize.

After a while, Zhou Huilan picked up the spatula, fried another plate of kung pao chicken, and pushed it directly next to Master Zhao's plate.

The bright red and emerald side dishes, the peanuts are shiny, the chicken pieces shake gently with the movement of the plate, and the sweet and sour mouth wrapped in the oil fragrance slides directly past the tip of everyone's nose.

Master Zhao, who was originally full of words, suddenly stopped talking.

Compared with the two, he lost first in terms of appearance.

But he was still unwilling, "I've been frying that plate for a long time, how can this be compared!"

Zhou Huilan shook her shoulders, ignored him, and directly ordered the waiter who served the food, "Give this plate to the guests!"

In this case, the waiter did not dare to move.

It was Zhang Yongqiang who opened his mouth, and he left with the food.

One minute, two minutes......

10 minutes, 20 minutes......

The waiter didn't come back to return the food, but Chef Zhao's face became darker and darker.