Siheyuan: Dongfang Bubai is in his arms, and all the beasts are eliminated

Zhao Tianming stood in the kitchen, smiling, and took a deep breath. This was the smell he was most familiar with, the embodiment of his obsession and love for food. As the smoke rose, a fragrance filled the entire kitchen, as if gently wafting every taste bud.

"Wow, it smells so good!" A waiter walked into the kitchen and looked at the dishes in Zhao Tianming's hands with shining eyes.

"Really?" Zhao Tianming smiled and felt the waiter's admiration, which made him feel that his efforts were not in vain.

"Yes! The taste is so good that it makes people drool." The waiter said excitedly with his eyes twinkling.

Zhao Tianming felt a sense of pride in his heart. He knew that everything he did was worth it. He did it not only for a living, but also out of his love and pursuit of culinary art. Every dish was the result of his careful preparation, and every compliment from the guests was the best affirmation of his efforts.

"Thank you for your compliment. I hope the guests will like this dish, too." Zhao Tianming said modestly. He did not think he was that great, but just hoped to use his cooking skills to bring the guests a good dining experience.

"I believe our guests will love the dishes you cook!" the waiter said excitedly, his face full of anticipation.

Zhao Tianming smiled and nodded, his heart full of anticipation. He hoped that the guests would like the dishes he carefully prepared and feel his passion and dedication to cooking.

Zhao Tianming stood busy in the kitchen, cooking delicious dishes while thinking about today's guests. He noticed that the guests savored each dish carefully, with expressions of satisfaction and surprise on their faces. This gave Zhao Tianming an inexplicable sense of comfort in his heart, knowing that his efforts were recognized and that everything he did was not in vain.

"Boss, this roast duck is so delicious!" a customer said excitedly, with the aroma of duck meat still in his mouth.

"Thank you for your compliment, I'm glad you like it." Zhao Tianming replied with a smile, a little happiness welling up in his heart. He didn't work hard for the sake of praise, but when the guests tasted his dishes with satisfaction, the feeling of being recognized was undoubtedly a wonderful experience.

Guests at another table were also sharing their thoughts on the dishes: "This braised pork tastes absolutely amazing! I almost forgot where I was."

Hearing the guests' praise, Zhao Tianming's confidence became stronger. He knew that as long as he treated each dish with care, he would be able to impress the guests' taste buds and leave them with good dining memories.

Zhao Tianming no longer doubted the guests' aesthetic taste. He believed that his cooking skills had reached a certain level, enough to allow the guests to immerse themselves in the world of delicious food and forget all their worries and fatigue.

Zhao Tianming felt that it was time to establish a deeper connection with the guests and let them know the stories and essence behind the dishes. He walked out of the kitchen, stood in the middle of the restaurant, and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Dear distinguished guests, I would like to share with you some stories about dishes today." Zhao Tianming's voice was gentle and infectious, attracting everyone's attention.

The guests looked at Zhao Tianming curiously, looking forward to his sharing.

"First of all, I want to tell you about this braised pork. This dish was one of my favorite hometown delicacies when I was a child." Zhao Tianming's eyes flickered with nostalgia, "Whenever my mother cooked braised pork, the whole house was filled with fragrance. That taste is still unforgettable to me."

The guests could not help but resonate with Zhao Tianming's story as they listened to him. They thought of their hometowns and the delicious food their mothers or grandmothers cooked for them, and a feeling of warmth and emotion welled up in their hearts.

"This roast duck is a delicacy I experienced during my travels," Zhao Tianming continued. "I have been to many places and tasted roast ducks of different flavors. I have absorbed the essence of different cultures and integrated them into this dish."

The guests listened with great interest. They were not only enjoying the food, but also appreciating Zhao Tianming's mental journey and his love for food.

"Finally, this sweet potato dish is my attempt and innovation on local ingredients," Zhao Tianming said, his eyes sparkling with pride. "I hope that through this dish, everyone can appreciate the unique charm of sweet potatoes and feel my unique understanding of food."

The guests were fascinated by the meal, and they seemed to be able to feel Zhao Tianming's mood, his dedication and passion for food. This was not only a simple dining experience, but also an exchange and resonance of the soul.

Zhao Tianming stood at the door of the restaurant, looking at the bustling crowd, and a feeling of fatigue surged in his heart. Although he had been trying to provide the best service and delicious dishes to the guests, as time went by, he felt a kind of pressure and fatigue.

"Chef, what's wrong? You look a little tired." A waiter asked with concern, noticing the change in Zhao Tianming's expression.

"Nothing, just a little tired." Zhao Tianming shook his head slightly, trying to calm himself down.

"You have been working continuously for a long time. You should take a good rest." The waiter persuaded, expressing his concern and understanding for Zhao Tianming.

Zhao Tianming nodded, grateful for the waiter's concern. He knew he needed a rest, but he couldn't bear to disappoint the guests. He kept working hard, hoping to provide the best service and dining experience for the guests.

"I understand, thank you for your concern." Zhao Tianming said with a smile, feeling a little warm in his heart.

However, as the guests continued to pour in, Zhao Tianming's fatigue became more and more obvious. He began to feel that the temperature in the kitchen was getting higher and higher, and the pressure was getting greater and greater. He felt that his body was a little overwhelmed, but he still endured it, unwilling to disappoint the guests.

Zhao Tianming stood in the kitchen, busy preparing delicious snacks for the guests. His carefully baked pastries exuded an enticing aroma, making people salivate. However, at this moment, he noticed something unexpected - Xu Damao, a kitchen assistant, was secretly tasting his pastries.

A feeling of unhappiness surged in his heart, Zhao Tianming widened his eyes and stared at Xu Damao. He felt angry and disappointed in his heart. After all, these pastries were made by him with great effort, not for employees to taste casually.

"Xu Damao, are you stealing my pastries?" Zhao Tianming's tone was full of anger. He felt that his labor was ignored, and dissatisfaction arose in his heart.