Life game

Chapter 222 Runaway Jiang Sanwei

The other three are not as good at playing as Han Yigu, but Dahe's requirements for playing are not particularly high. The most important thing is speed. Except for Sang Ming, a mahjong ghost, Jiang Feng doesn't know how to choose. The level of the remaining four people are all qualified.

Jiang Feng glanced at the furnace interview held by the two old men. Sun Jikai hadn't touched it before. The two young men in their 20s were doing it. One of them couldn't do it at first sight. Which master taught it.

Jiang Feng walked over to take a closer look, and found that the Kung Pao Chicken was fried, and the ingredients for the Kung Pao Chicken were cut on the chopping board.

What surprised Jiang Feng was that the one who was cutting vegetables was actually a female chef. Four of the six chefs who applied for pastry were female chefs, but only this was the only one among the dozen or so chefs who applied for Qiedun and Lutou. A female chef.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"When your finished product comes out, send it to me to set up a plate." Jiang Feng made reasonable use of every resource around him, walked back after speaking, and informed the five chefs waiting there.

"Kung Pao chicken is being fried on the stove, just like the order just now, one plate per person, 40 seconds." Jiang Feng took a stopwatch from the table.

Dahe is said to be a plate, but in fact everything needs to be done. The transfer of materials, pre-processing, and miscellaneous tasks in the kitchen are basically done by Dahe chefs, and the salary is not high, and it is difficult to learn.

Dahe Chef is just a brick, where it needs to be moved, the core is to be fast.

There is a shortage of Dutch chefs in restaurants, so there are always some unscrupulous restaurants that post information about recruiting temporary Dutch workers in the part-time groups of universities. The price ranges from 10 yuan to 20 yuan an hour. Cheat a day is a day, can cheat one is one, especially on holidays, cheat one earn one.

The same goes for the waiters.

There are not many restaurants in Beiping that offer such a high salary as Taifeng Restaurant and commissions for chefs and waiters.

Not long after, the Kung Pao Chicken over the stove was out of the pot. Jiang Feng pinched the stopwatch to count the time for Han Yigu and Sang Ming. Both of them were fast and nimble.

40 seconds later—

Han Yigu's plate presentation can't be faulted, it's above average, and Sang Ming's plate presentation can't be said to be ugly, but it doesn't look like Kung Pao Chicken.

A circle, with a layered sense of color, can give people a sense of artistic beauty and a familiar feeling. It seems that it is not an ordinary circle, but a well-known circle.

"What's your idea of ​​arranging the plate?" Jiang Feng couldn't understand Sang Ming's brain circuit at all.

"One cake." Sang Ming said.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?
Seriously, young man, you went to the wrong set, Bird Saint should be next door.

If it’s not possible, the genius mahjong girl next door, you can also go back and play.

Jiang Feng brought two plates of Kung Pao Chicken to the old man to taste, and everyone was overwhelmed by Sang Ming's exquisite presentation.

"This..." Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming have worked in the kitchen for decades, but they have never seen Kung Pao Chicken like this.

It was fine when it was served, but it seemed to be a different dish when it came back.

"Ahem, one of them has a very thoughtful arrangement," Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming picked up their chopsticks and tasted the two plates of Kung Pao Chicken in front of them respectively. They glanced at each other, each was helpless.

"Zhang Weiyu." Jiang Weiming looked at a young man wearing glasses with a smile, "Would you like to try a chopping board?"

"Ah?" Zhang Weiyu was a little dazed. He didn't expect Jiang Weiming to say this, "Okay...Okay!"

The applicant who was cutting vegetables on the chopping board handed the knife to Zhang Weiyu, Zhang Weiyu took the kitchen knife and stretched his fingers, and began to chop vegetables.

Shredded pork, diced carrots, the speed is fast, the knife is steady, accurate, and the basic skills are very solid and skilled.

Jiang Weiming watched from the side, with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"Not bad." Jiang Weiguo said.

The interview at the stove was temporarily interrupted. Zhang Weiyu didn't know that Jiang Weiming had already taken a fancy to him, so he went to sit aside and waited in a daze, murmuring something.

The interview continued, and the two new chefs began to fry Kung Pao Chicken. Kung Pao Chicken is a dish that every professional chef must master. It is the most suitable dish for interviews.

"That..." Zhang Weiyu moved closer to Jiang Feng, with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face, "How about the salary of the chopping board?"

Jiang Feng thought about it for a while, and said: "The first two months' basic salary was 8500 plus commission, and after two months, you can gradually consider a salary increase."

"What's the commission?" Zhang Weiyu continued to ask.

"The more you cut, the more you get the commission. You can understand it as a bonus." Jiang Feng said, "The more you do, the more you get, and the less you do, the less you get paid."

"That's good, that's good!" Zhang Weiyu let out a long sigh of relief, and went back to sit.

Jiang Feng continued to wait for the food, and suddenly felt anxious. He couldn't stop people with three urgencies, and needed to go to the toilet to solve it.

"Sang Ming." Jiang Feng walked up to Sang Ming and handed him the stopwatch. "I'll go out first. If the food over there is ready, you can help me stop the watch and time it."

"Okay!" Sang Ming looked serious.

Xia Mubing's private restaurant is quite large, and the decoration is also very quiet. Jiang Feng walked out of the toilet and accidentally walked into the yard where the waiter was interviewing. None can escape their eyes.

"Xiao Feng, why are you here?" The auntie saw Jiang Feng at a glance, "Have you made a mistake? By the way, there was another person who went to your place to apply for a job. Has he passed?"

"Is he older?" Jiang Feng asked. Jiang Shoucheng mentioned it before, but he never came.

"Should be a few years older than me." The aunt thought for a while, "It's okay, quite young."

Jiang Feng: ...

"I'll look outside," Jiang Feng said.

Probably because he didn't know the way, and he didn't find the right place. If he accidentally walked out later, he wouldn't be able to find it. Xia Mubing's private restaurant has a different door.

As soon as Jiang Feng came out of the yard to find someone, the person came to the door by himself.

"Young man, the empress... eh, Xiaofeng? Is it Xiaofeng?" Jiang Weisheng, who had traveled all the way from Sichuan to Beiping for the interview, was surprised.

Everyone in Jiang Feng was dumbfounded.

"Are you here for an interview too? What a coincidence, what position are you interviewing for? How is my master? He hasn't been back to Sichuan, and I haven't spoken to him for almost two weeks. That's right, I have to give an interview tonight. He made a phone call." Jiang Weiwei met an old friend in a foreign land, and was so excited that he kept thinking.

Jiang Feng: ...

No need to call, you can see your master later.

"Bad...almost." Jiang Feng said, "Let me take you to the kitchen, Uncle Jiang, what position are you applying for?"

In terms of age, Jiang Feng should be called Jiang Weiwei, Grandpa Jiang, but in terms of seniority, he should be called Uncle. In order not to mess up his seniority, Jiang Feng felt that it was better to call him Uncle.

"I, I can do anything, as long as the stove is the best, I can use the chopping board if I can't do it, if I can't use the water table, I can do lotus, and I can't help the apprentices." Jiang Weisheng said cheerfully, "Xiaofeng, you have to seize the opportunity. I have inquired about it. This Taifeng Building is a big restaurant. It was an old restaurant in the Republic of China. The location is good and the area is large. I heard that the boss behind it is rich and has a background. The business will definitely be booming once it opens. It’s a rare opportunity for this kind of big restaurant to recruit workers. Usually, those big restaurants don’t recruit people. We have to seize the opportunity, and there will be no such shop after passing this village!”

Jiang Feng:? ? ?
I have money and a background, as a client, why don't I know that I am so awesome?
"Uncle Jiang is coming all the way, where's Aunt Jiang?" Jiang Feng asked, Jiang Weiwei is over 60 anyway, how could his family agree to him to do such a high-intensity job as a back kitchen in a hotel.

Especially when he came to Beiping from Sichuan, Jiang Feng even suspected that Jiang Weiwei had sneaked here.

"Cough, I, um, Xiaofeng, please don't tell your third grandpa about this. I sneaked here without telling my son and daughter-in-law. I wanted to save up my pension to start a business, but my My son found out." Jiang Weiwei looked a little coy and uneasy, "I just came last week and almost missed the recruitment."

Jiang Feng: ...

So you actually ran away from home in your 60s? ? ?

"Don't tell your third grandpa!" Jiang Weiwei repeatedly urged.

Jiang Feng: ...

Silently pushing open the back door of the back kitchen, Jiang Feng turned sideways to let Jiang Weiwei go in first, and followed behind.

"Well, Uncle Jiang, it seems that it's too late, you should talk to Third Grandpa yourself."

(End of this chapter)