Siheyuan: I, an ordinary resident, the king of chefs

Han Ye also thought for a while, then said:

"I guess the young man has found a better place to go. After all, there are more places with businesses in this city than just this street."

The chef heard what Mr. Han said, nodded and said:

"That makes sense. If they think the business is good, it's not impossible for them to open their own store."

The shopkeeper heard the conversation between the two and asked:

"What if that young man comes to set up a stall on the street again tomorrow? Will our business be taken away by him?"

Mr. Han looked at him and replied:

"If he continues to come tomorrow, we will go and ask him if we can pay him to come work in our restaurant. If he is willing, the restaurant can give him a separate stove. This is a great sincerity."

"If you really don't want to, we can give him some money and let him set up a stall somewhere else where business is better."

"We are all open for business, so we should be friendly. No one has restricted this street. Only Cuixuanlou can sell stir-fried dishes, and other places cannot."

When the shopkeeper heard what Mr. Han said, he immediately flattered him and said:

"Master Han, you have a big vision. You have set up a stall here to do business, but you have never thought of causing trouble for him!"

Mr. Han waved his hand at him:

"Come on, you're making fun of me."

The shopkeeper then continued:

"Master Han, these past two days have been amazing. You see, there are stalls selling stir-fried dishes and stalls selling braised meat, and they all taste so good. When did so many great chefs emerge in our city?"

Mr. Han thought for a while, shook his head and said:

"Maybe he learned from some great chef."

When the shopkeeper heard what Mr. Han said, he clapped his hands and decided:

"Although the young man selling stir-fried vegetables is not here, the stall where you bought the braised meat must still be on the next street. Let's go over there and see if we can recruit him to come over!"

Mr. Han glared at him and said:

"What moves, what moves!"

"They have already packed up and left, but they are still waiting for you to come over."

Hearing what Master Han said, the shopkeeper was completely confused. He said doubtfully:

"Isn't the market just opening? Why isn't he selling braised meat there? Is he just leaving the business alone?"

Mr. Han slowly said:

"He just set up a stall over there, and the braised meat business was very good. When I went there, he had almost sold out. These in my hand are all he has left."

"Mr. Li from the teahouse told me that the braised meat tasted good, so I bought all of it."

"Look, their products are all sold out. You're just sitting there doing nothing. You must have packed up and gone home long ago."

The shopkeeper was surprised when he heard what Mr. Han said:

"Their business is so good. I only know that it's outrageous enough to get pre-orders for stir-fried dishes, but it's so outrageous that the braised meat is sold out before the market opens. I've never encountered such a thing before!"

Mr. Han nodded thoughtfully and said:

"Yes, there are more and more chefs in this city now."

When he said this, Mr. Han also looked at the chef and Lao Chen next to him:

"You guys, you better hurry up and practice your cooking skills, otherwise it will be embarrassing to be outdone by the youngsters."

The chef and Lao Chen didn't feel much of a sense of crisis. After all, they had been chefs in this restaurant for more than ten years. Could it be that they were not as good as a young man outside?

But Mr. Han had said it, so the two of them just nodded and said:

"Don't worry, we both study the recipe carefully, and the taste of this dish is not bad."

Only then did Mr. Han nod with satisfaction:

"Okay, let's go to the street outside early tomorrow morning to see what the young man selling stir-fried vegetables you mentioned looks like."

"I'll go with you."

"Even if that young man has any requests, I can talk to him."

The shopkeeper quickly agreed and said:

"Okay, Master Han, if you go with us, the young man will definitely be recruited!"

The shopkeeper was flattering the boss so much that the chef couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard it.

But Mr. Han didn't say anything. He smiled and said to them:

"The kitchen should be busy now, everyone should go about their business."

"I have to go to the bank today. If you have anything to say, just wait until I get here."

"Dele, have a nice trip!"

After watching Master Han walk away, Sha Zhu couldn't help but ask his master Lao Chen:

"Master, do you think that young man selling stir-fried dishes is really that good? Why do they all praise him like a great chef?"

Old Chen was still eating the braised chicken leg in his hand, nodding and saying:

"Although I have never eaten the dishes cooked by that young man, there must be a reason why they are so popular among so many diners."

"Think about it, the diners in the capital are usually the most wealthy. They eat at this restaurant or that restaurant. Apart from chefs like us, they are the ones who have the most insights into food."

"They have always been regular customers at our Cuixuan Restaurant, but now they all go to that young man's stall to eat stir-fried dishes. You know what this means, right?"

When Sha Zhu heard what Lao Chen said, he nodded thoughtfully:

"It shows that the taste of his dishes is liked by the diners."

Old Chen nodded in affirmation, and then continued:

"You see, this 17 or 18-year-old boy can have such amazing cooking skills. It shows that he has a very high talent for cooking. It is reasonable for us to want to recruit him to our restaurant."

When Lao Chen said this, he looked at Sha Zhu again and continued:

"You are both 17 or 18 years old. You need to practice more, otherwise you will be far behind others."

When Sha Zhu heard what Lao Chen said, he was not convinced.

"He just makes the dishes fresh. Those diners will get tired of them after two days, and they will have to go back to Cuixuanlou in the end."

"If I learn how to cook Tan's dishes and show them how to cook, will those diners still go to eat at the stalls selling stir-fried dishes?"

Seeing Sha Zhu's unconvinced look, Lao Chen also sighed and said:

"You, you, please be more careful."

"I was busy going home yesterday so I handed the stove to you. But you were in a bad mood and ruined the dishes. The diners have been complaining about it for a long time."

"If our chef hadn't paid to compensate them, those diners wouldn't have given up so easily."