Food starts with noodles

Everyone has a heart for gossip, especially about this kind of man finding a boyfriend. Everyone who hears about it will ignite a raging fire of gossip.

Chen Guifang glanced at Zhou Wen: "You also know about this?"

Zhou Wen nodded: "Boss Xu sighs in the store every day, if Zhao Guangming hadn't been righteous, you would probably find him a blind date every day."

"And Boss Xu wants to come to the provincial capital to thank Zhao Guangming."

"Auntie, is it true that Zhao Guangming brought a man home, or is he trying to perfuse his family?"

Chen Guifang shook her head: "I don't know either. The Zhao family has become very quiet since that incident. Zhao Guangming also seems to be going out. I don't know if he went on a trip or to escape."

"This incident is very famous in the provincial capital. The old man of the Zhao family was so angry that he didn't go out for a week."

Several people discussed while eating, this is not discrimination, mainly because of curiosity.

When the casserole porridge was served, Xu Zhuo picked up a spoon and filled a large bowl for Chen Guifang and Zhou Wen.

Then he called Jianguo and told him to come to the restaurant on the top floor if he had nothing to do.

The group of chefs should chat for a long time together.

Xu Zhuo could even guess the specific steps.

Catch the right greetings first, and then feel that time flies together.

Then look back at the achievements of the culinary industry and look forward to the future.

Then let people with seniority and age make speeches.

Finally, a well-known chef put forward a point of view on the direction of development, and everyone discussed it enthusiastically.

After the discussion is over, there will be another wave of business bragging, and it will be over.

This kind of thing is really boring.

If he hadn't just acquired the casserole seafood porridge skill, Xu Zhuo would even want to tease grandma's chubby orange cat right now.

After Jianguo came, he was really hungry after walking around.

There is a culinary art gallery below, and he wandered around in it. Although there are models of dishes in it, Jianguo's mouth is watering because they are so similar.

At this moment, facing a table of refreshments, he was not polite, and started to eat with chopsticks.

When Wei Junming called and asked Xu Zhuo to go downstairs to participate in the culinary art discussion, Jianguo ate up a table of refreshments.

Even the pot of casserole seafood porridge was not spared.

The place for the sparring is in a hall on the third floor, where many temporary stoves have been set up for the convenience of those participating in the sparring.

In addition, there is a long dish refrigerator next to it, which is full of all kinds of fresh vegetables and meat, as well as various spices and condiments.

The organizer really spent a lot of money to make it look like a culinary competition.

After Xu Zhuo arrived, the old man Wei Junming and Xu Wenhai were chatting in the seats next to him. Seeing Xu Zhuo coming over, the old man asked, "When did you learn how to cook braised pork rice? I heard from your godfather that the taste is very good."

Xu Zhuo laughed, "It's all just speculation."

At this moment, people in twos and threes are almost here.

Basically, there are several young people surrounded by an old man.

These chefs said it was communication, but in fact they all had the intention of bringing their apprentices to pretend.

Xu Zhuo was very clear about their thoughts.

After all, my old man had the same idea.

Xu Wenhai was free and wanted to introduce the famous chefs present to Xu Zhuo, but was stopped by the old man.

"There's no need to introduce them, a group of braggarts."

"I don't know when the trend started. Instead of thinking about how to make delicious dishes, these cooks started to study stories."

"Open your mouth and shut your mouth about allusions, making it look like a storyteller, it's really annoying."

"And those famous chefs also like to set rules for customers, all kinds of messy rules, and you have to do your homework first to eat his meal."

"Unfortunately, in today's society, the more it is like this, the more customers there will be."

The old man has never participated in this kind of activities, and he looks down on that kind of boastful chef.

After his venomous tongue, he looked at Xu Zhuo and asked, "Little Zhuo, what do you want to do later? Help grandpa kill their arrogance."

The old man is like a child, he wants to step on it twice if he doesn't like it.

Xu Zhuo reckoned that if it wasn't for his age and seniority, the old man would personally end up teaching them how to behave.

While talking, an old man with all white hair, Shi Shiran, came over.

It seems that he is about the same age as the old man, but his face is a little slumped.

This is the old man's nemesis, Zhao Guangming's grandfather, the helm of the Zhao family's private kitchen, and Zhao Jinma, nicknamed Zhao's second child.

A person dressed as a host handed Zhao Jinma a microphone, supposedly to let him make a speech.

Seeing Zhao Jinma, the old man's expression eased a lot: "Finally someone with some skills came, Xiao Zhuo, later you make a bowl of braised noodles for him to taste..."

"The stewed noodles he is proud of turned out to be at the same level as my grandson, hehe..."

The old man's bad taste made Xu Zhuo shudder.

"There's no bone broth, so forget it, I'll chop a cucumber later, coir raincoat cucumber."

The old man froze for a moment, then nodded aggressively.

"Okay, let them go today."

Boss Xu really wanted to check if the old man's name had been changed.

Xu Beixuan is the right person who likes to pretend so much!

Chapter 146 Inheritance

Zhao Jinma took the microphone and recalled the hardships of being an apprentice in the past.

As a senior in the industry, I encourage young people not to be afraid of hardship. The cooking industry must be passed on from generation to generation, so that more young people can inherit and develop this craft.

In the end, I don't know whether he added the play himself or discussed it.

Zhao Jinma announced that the winner will have the opportunity to learn cooking with him for half a year in the next competition.

After the news was announced, Xu Zhuo saw that several young people were happy.

However, some elderly people frowned.

The old man sneered: "Hey, this reward is really big."

He has always looked down on Zhao Jinma. This old man seems to be upright, but in the past, in order to surpass Xu's restaurant, he did a lot of tricks secretly.

Xu Wenhai frowned slightly: "This Zhao Jinma is a bit overbearing. There are no fewer than three state banquet chefs present. Is Zhao Jinma qualified to teach?"

Wei Junming understood very well: "Perhaps, this Zhao Jinma wants to find a successor."

"Although I don't know about his situation, Xiao Zhuo has already told me about his grandson."

"No matter how his grandson is, he will definitely not inherit his mantle. To be honest, the family is so rich that few people would be willing to learn to be a chef."

"But once you learn it, you must really love it, so he wants to pick one out of these people."

"Family property and everything are belongings outside the body. Only when one's own craftsmanship is passed down can one feel at ease."

His words made both Xu Jimin and Xu Wenhai stop talking.

If Zhao Jinma wants to find a successor for this purpose, he really can't laugh at him anymore.

This kind of courage alone is very rare.

Everyone is a competitor, or even an enemy. We must pick a junior from among them and teach him all our abilities.

Ordinary people really can't do it.

Only those who really love cooking and don't want to waste their skills will make this kind of decision.

He doesn't care about money or reputation, he just wants to pass on his skills.

Such a person deserves respect.

When Zhao Jinma announced that the reward this time was to study with him for half a year, several old people who were about the same age as the old man showed sarcasm.

It is estimated that it is similar to the old man's idea.

How can you Zhao Jinma Hede, what qualifications do you have to guide our descendants?

But after carefully thinking about the meaning behind these words, the sarcasm on his face disappeared.

Instead, he looked respectful.

Being able to do this for the sake of cooking is indeed worthy of respect.

Jianguo asked Xu Zhuo in a low voice: "If he wants to find a successor, he can just find one of his apprentices. As for looking for the children of other masters like this?"

Xu Wenhai answered this question for Xu Zhuo: "Most of the apprentices want to learn quickly and go out to earn money, or set up their own family, and have no idea of ​​passing on the craftsmanship."

"For those apprentices, this is just a means of earning a living. If there are other ways to make money in the future, they may just change careers."

"But the children of these masters are different. They don't worry about money, and they don't want money."

"The people who can stand here today are all people who like cooking and plan to make achievements in this industry."

"So choose a successor from among them, so that you can better pass on your craft."

Xu Wenhai's explanation made Jianguo understand.

After Zhao Jinma finished speaking, he staggered to the side.

Sitting on the chair slumped, someone next to him offered him tea but didn't pick it up.

The old man looked at this scene with complicated eyes. His old opponent, now like a dying lion, completely lost the spirit of fighting wits and courage with him before.

Xu Zhuo touched the old man: "Grandpa, why didn't Zhao Jinma pass on his skills to his son?"

The old man smiled wryly, and pointed at Xu Wenhai: "Zhao Jinma's son is just like your father, with poor qualifications and too many mundane things, so he is not suitable for inheriting craftsmanship."

The Zhao family has developed in the provincial capital for many years, and the family property is countless. Even if they want to study cooking, they don't have that much time.

It is estimated that Zhao Jinma's son, like his father, is good at cooking, but not top-notch.

But for this craft, inheriting the family property is enough.

There are three branches of Zhao's private kitchen in the provincial capital, and they easily earn tens of millions a year, so there is really no need to study cooking skills.

But if he doesn't inherit, Zhao Jinma has to find someone who can inherit his culinary skills.

Ever since Zhao Guangming brought a man back home, it is estimated that the old man's desire to raise his grandson has been completely shattered.

That's why it's time to break the pot and find an apprentice from among the descendants of the same company.

It doesn't matter whose children are, as long as they are talented enough and willing to learn, he is willing to teach.

The old man stared at Zhao Jinma for a long time, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Wen Hai, invite Zhao's second child to our house for dinner tonight."

"I've been fighting this old boy for a lifetime, but in the end... oh... he's still my defeat!"

The old man's turning point almost made Xu Zhuo hesitate.

Why is the old man getting more and more frightened today?

But if he can say that, he has already expressed his attitude, and the struggle with the Zhao family can be regarded as a turning point.

The old man's temper is like this, seeing that you are pleasing to the eye, no matter what festivals there were in the past, they will be written off.

Wei Junming leaned into Xu Zhuo's ear and whispered, "You are working so hard now, and your cooking skills have improved a lot, so your grandfather is very happy."

Boss Xu understood now.

Thinking about my previous self, although Zhao Guangming was not as aggressive as bringing his boyfriend home, he was addicted to games all day long.

Even if I took over the noodle restaurant, I still spend three days fishing and two days drying the net, and spend half of the time traveling outside.

I had no intention of opening the door at all.