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When Zhao Xinyu didn't take over Goubuli, Gao Guifei had been in charge of Goubuli, and he was most familiar with the people in the kitchen.

Nineteen receptionists are now in his hotel, and their apprentices have also followed. The remaining ones there are some handymen.

Although he didn't know the names of those people, he had at least seen them a few times. Every one of these people coming out now was very unfamiliar, and he had never seen them before.

Just when they were wondering, a woman in her thirties came out of Goubuli. The people who had just come out immediately took their work clothes. When the woman put on her work clothes, screams of surprise rang out from the crowd.

"She is Zheng Min, the pillar of Wuyou Restaurant and a direct disciple of Zhao Xinyu."

Although Zheng Min rarely shows up, Wuyou Restaurant has become famous over the years. Not only in the catering industry, but also among diners who like good food, Zheng Min is known.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and the sudden appearance of Zheng Min made everyone who came to congratulate feel that something was wrong. They instantly understood that Goubuli's closure for rectification was a lie. Zhao Xinyu was also waiting for Gao Guifei to open his business, and also used his right hand to Disciples were sent over.

Looking at the stall in front of Goubuli's door, everyone knew what Zhao Xinyu was going to do. He was trying to imitate the ancients and wanted to play opposite Gao Guifei.

If there is a dispute between two shops in the ancient catering industry, they will often compete in public to overwhelm each other with their cooking skills. However, Taiwanese opera is very unfamiliar to today's young people, and only some are older and understand the catering industry. Talent knows.

Knowing Zhao Xinyu's intention, the guests who came to congratulate all looked at Gao Guifei. If Gao Guifei refused to fight, it would mean that Gao Guifei had given up. This would be a blow to the hotel that had not yet opened.

We must know that Wuyou Restaurant can be famous all over the world, but thanks to Zheng Min's contribution, now even Zheng Min, a top chef, has come in person, which makes many people start to worry about Gao Guifei.

Gao Guifei's face was gloomy. Of course he knew what was going on, but then he thought that Zheng Min was famous not for interviewing, but for cooking, and he had an idea.

"Go and ask someone to carry the stove. I'll make them convinced that they've lost."

"Chairman, Zheng Min is a world-famous top chef. She..."

"Idiot, Goubuli is famous for his steamed buns. Everyone knows it. No matter how good his cooking is, what's the use? Let them all come out. Today is just the day for everyone to try our most authentic Goubuli steamed buns."

Hearing what Gao Guifei said, the invited guests felt relieved, and they also realized that Zheng Min was indeed a top chef, and Wuyou Restaurant also had delicious steamed buns, but there were only a few kinds, and Zhao Xinyu had already The making of steamed buns was taught to the chefs who were poached. Although the taste was the same, in terms of variety, the opposite Goubuli had lost.

Goubuli ignored the second floor. Zhao Xinyu watched the stoves and kitchen utensils being carried out on the opposite side, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Gao Duo, who was standing next to him, was worried. If Zhao Xinyu didn't spread the technique of preparing bun fillings, he really wouldn't be worried at all, but now the nineteen bakery chefs all know how to prepare bun fillings. , Zhao Xinyu may not be able to win the opponent even if he brings Zheng Min over.

"Director Zhao, let's..."

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "Don't worry, Mr. Gao, I won't let Goubuli, this golden sign that has been passed down for centuries, be shamed. Let's go, the other side has started preparations, it's time for us to go down."

Although Zhao Xinyu said this, Gao Duo was still worried. He looked at his high-spirited son Gao Guifei opposite and smiled bitterly, "We can't go down until they unveil the plaque."

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly, "He has no chance."

The kitchen utensils and stoves were set up, and nineteen noodle chefs lined up in a row, instructing their disciples to knead dough and chop stuffing. Everyone's face was full of confidence.

The next moment, their faces froze, and two figures emerged from Goubuli opposite. When they saw the two people, the nineteen people couldn't help but lower their heads.

Gao Duo was their boss, and Zhao Xinyu passed on to them the method of preparing steamed bun fillings. With Zhao Xinyu passing on to them the method of preparing steamed bun fillings, they became famous in a short period of time. Strictly speaking, Zhao Xinyu can also be regarded as half of their master.

They were embarrassed, but Zhao Xinyu didn't even look at them. Zheng Min took the work clothes and chuckled, "Xinyu, they are ready to deal with them severely and let them know what there is outside the world."

The world's top chef Zheng Min changed Zhao Xinyu's work clothes, which made everyone's hearts shrink. They thought of Zheng Min taking action, but they didn't want it to be Zhao Xinyu.

At this time, people who had watched the video came from all over the place. In just over ten minutes, the busy street was blocked.

There were too many people, and Goubuli was Gushui's business card. Gushui did not persuade the people to leave. Instead, they notified the traffic control department and asked them to direct the vehicles to detour.

Zhao Xinyu, who put on his work clothes, nodded to Zheng Min, "Sister Min, are you ready?"

"Everything is ready, just waiting for you to mix the stuffing."

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, glanced at the media who had already pointed the camera at him, then looked at the extremely embarrassed interviewers standing opposite, and made a gesture of invitation.

Almost everyone knows that Zhao Xinyu taught those nineteen interview masters, but Zhao Xinyu now behaves so generously, which makes many people sigh.

The nineteen people didn't say anything. They also knew what taste means to a diner, so they acted first. They directly started preparing the stuffing and making the buns.

As soon as they took action, the media and the public pointed their shooting tools at them. You must know that each of these nineteen people is a top bakery in Gushui. When they mix stuffing and make buns, they are not ordinary people, but they are not ordinary people. Disciples who have been with them for several years may not be able to see it. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The nineteen chefs all know that this stage show is related to their survival in the catering industry. They do not dare to be careless at all. They do their best without any reservations. Strive to make the buns you make taste better.

While they were busy here, Zhao Xinyu was pointing at the chef who was following him. Even when Zheng Min was sent to prepare the stuffing for steamed buns, he did not hesitate at all, even if Zheng Min's cooking was not to his liking. He wanted to point it out in public, which immediately aroused the people's interest.

Many people turned directly to Zhao Xinyu and the others and listened to Zhao Xinyu's instructions to Zheng Min and the others. Many people even learned a little bit about it. When they returned home and used Zhao Xinyu's method to prepare it, the taste was indeed better. It was better than before, which made them even more grateful to Zhao Xinyu. Of course, these are things for later.

Zhao Xinyu instructed Zheng Min and the others to prepare the stuffing for the buns. The buns on the opposite side were already on the pot. As the strong aroma filled the air, it attracted people's attention again. When the nineteen bakery chefs saw people gathered around them, their There was a hint of relief on his face.

"Sister Min, it's almost done. Let's steam the buns."

When Zheng Min directed the apprentices brought over from Xihanling to put the wrapped buns on the steamer, the media and people who were paying attention to them couldn't help but exclaim.

They saw with their own eyes that Zhao Xinyu and the others had made at least dozens of kinds of buns, but when they steamed the buns, they didn't classify them at all. They picked up the steamer and put them on top, unlike the opposite side where there was a stove for each type of buns.

Zhao Xinyu and others put the buns into the steamer, and the buns over there were freshly baked. Gao Guifei looked at the freshly baked buns and laughed, "Go, give the buns to every guest to try."

Waiting for the buns to be distributed one by one to the invited guests and the people watching the excitement, the next moment the people broke open the buns, the eyes of the nineteen chefs standing nearby shrank suddenly, and they couldn't help but walk to the buns. In the place where the stuffing was placed, they looked at the stuffing of the buns in the basin, with a trace of doubt in their eyes. Then they looked up and looked to the opposite side. They saw Zhao Xinyu looking at them with a half-smile, which made their hearts sink.

Although they did not eat the steamed buns, they felt from the aroma that filled the air that the steamed buns seemed to taste different from before.

"Give me which one." A middle-aged man looked at the young apprentice.

He took a bun and took a bite. Then his expression changed and he couldn't help but look up to the opposite side. He saw Zhao Xinyu still looking at them with a half-smile.

"Quickly try your buns."

After a while, the expressions of the nineteen chefs changed suddenly. They could feel that the buns they made today tasted a little worse than when Goubuli made them.

They were full of doubts. They had to know that they had made steamed buns just yesterday, and the steamed buns tasted exactly the same as when Goubuli did it. Today, they were still following the same method as before. How could the steamed buns they made taste so different?

"Did you buy all the ingredients according to my instructions?" A chef said.

Gao Guifei was slightly startled. He glanced at the guests and people who were devouring their food, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes. "I bought it according to your request. What's wrong?"

But at the next moment, they saw the people in the outermost circle on the other side of the street suddenly turned around at the same time, and rushed to the small stall opposite Goubuli at the same time as if they had been summoned. They all looked very excited.

The crowds of people turned around and rushed towards Goubuli on the opposite side. This made Gao Guifei and the nineteen interviewers stunned. They didn't understand what was happening.

After a few breaths, Gao Guifei and the nineteen chefs were shaken, and a strong fragrance poured into their nostrils, making them feel hungry instantly.

The nineteen chefs looked across the street in horror. They discovered that Zhao Xinyu, who was there just now, had gone somewhere, and the people and reporters who flocked to the stall were all taking big gulps of the thick smoke that filled the air. The surrounding merchants seemed to be attracted by the aroma of steamed buns and came out of the shops one after another.

Smelling the fragrance that filled the air, the hearts of the nineteen chefs sank, and they suddenly had an unknown premonition.

The taste of their buns has returned to the past, but the taste of the buns made by the other side has been improved by more than one level compared to the buns sold a few days ago. This made them think of something.

"Zuo Jianhua, what's going on? Didn't you say that Zhao Xinyu taught you how to make buns? Why are the buns on the opposite side so delicious?" Gao Guifei also reacted. He looked at an old man who was nearly sixty years old and said angrily. .

"We don't know either. Zhao Xinyu did give us the method. You also ate it yesterday. We don't know what happened."

Gao Guifei raised the bun in his hand and took a bite, "Do you dare to say that the bun tastes the same as yesterday?"

Zuo Jianhua and the others' expressions froze, and they shook their heads subconsciously. Gao Guifei's expression changed, and he looked at Zuo Jianhua and the others angrily, "A bunch of trash, even with your level, you still want to get dividends."

The expressions of the nineteen people were also one-sided. Although they were receptionists, in the three-thirds of an acre of land in Gushui, every one of them was a respectable person. Now Gao Guifei scolded him as a waste in front of so many people. There is no place for them to put their face.

But they had no choice at the moment. They had signed a five-year contract with Gao Guifei. If they left, they wouldn't be able to pay out the liquidated damages alone.

"Director Gao, what's going on? Why do the buns across the way taste so good? Didn't you say that you hollowed out the chef opposite?" A guest looked at Gao Guifei and asked.

Gao Guifei's face turned cold. When he looked across the way, his eyes were full of coldness. What made him even more ashamed and angry was that many of the guests he had invited had flocked to the opposite side.

A few minutes later, when the steamer was taken off the steamer and a chef took off the lid, a richer aroma began to spread, and the people who gathered around became crazy.

Among the people who came this time, there were many old customers of Goubuli. They had also been to Goubuli in those days, but they felt that the smell of the buns was even stronger this time than the previous few days.

"Old man, whether it will open today or not, we are still waiting here."

Gao Duo's excitement at this moment was indescribable. When the aroma filled the buns, he knew they had won today.

When asked by the customer, Gao Duo shook his body and laughed. He looked at Zhao Xinyu who was sitting inside, and Zhao Xinyu nodded with a smile.

"Open, why not open, but the ingredients prepared today are limited, first come, first served."

Before he could even finish his words, someone entered Goubuli. Within a few minutes, someone came out shaking his head. Not only the hall, but also the private rooms were full of guests.

Even though there were no seats, people were queuing up outside. Only Gao Guifei, nineteen chefs and their local disciples were left in front of the hotel opposite that had not yet been delisted. This was a stark contrast to the scene an hour ago. Compared.