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

"So, when you cook next time, don't let your mood affect you, okay?"

"I understand that you are talented, but you also have to cook with care, and your cooking skills will only get better and better."

Old Chen said this out of concern for Sha Zhu. He knew that the kid had a great talent for cooking. After all, he was already a leader among his peers.

It’s just that Shazhu has never suffered any setbacks in other places, and he has worked his way up to his current position smoothly in Cuixuan Building.

Naturally, he didn't understand that there were people of his age who were more capable than him. This was the reason why they said there were always people better than you. However, Sha Zhu obviously couldn't figure it out.

Thinking of this, Lao Chen sighed and patted Sha Zhu's shoulder.

Of course Sha Zhu was extremely unconvinced, but since his master had already said this, he could only nod and agree obediently.

But I was still complaining silently in my heart:

Isn't he just a young man selling stir-fried dishes? How good can his cooking skills be?

It is estimated that he has only some mediocre skills and learned something from some recipe and then showed off. Is it possible that he, a fool, is not as good as this guy?

From childhood to adulthood, he has never seen a peer who is more talented than himself. Not only the chefs and master chefs of Cuixuanlou praise him every year.

His father He Daqing often said that he had a talent for cooking and that he was born to be a chef!

He had only been working as a kitchen helper in the restaurant for over a year, and he had already successfully risen to the position of head cook. Doesn't this prove his ability? !

When he thought of this, Sha Zhu secretly swore in his heart:

When they find the young man selling stir-fried dishes at the stall, he will definitely find an opportunity to learn from him.

He wanted to see whether this young man, whose skills were said to be comparable to those of a master chef, was really that good!

And on the side of the shopkeeper and the chef.

The two of them watched Mr. Han walk out of the restaurant and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

The chef was thinking about something in his heart. He patted the shopkeeper on the shoulder and said:

"I didn't think of this when Mr. Han was here just now. Do you think this guy selling stir-fried vegetables is the same guy as the one selling braised meat on the next street?"

The shopkeeper thought for a while after hearing his words, then shook his head and said:

"That's impossible. Didn't you just hear what Mr. Han said? The one selling braised meat is a female boss in her early 20s, and the one selling stir-fried vegetables is obviously a young man in his s or s."

The chef rolled his eyes in annoyance and said to him:

"You are stupid, what if they are brothers and sisters from the same family setting up stalls separately?"

The shopkeeper smiled indifferently and said:

"The family is setting up a stall, so let's go and see who they are tomorrow. We'll see then."

Seeing that the shopkeeper didn't take the matter seriously, the chef couldn't help but remind him:

"Don't tell me I didn't warn you. This one sells stir-fried dishes, and this one sells braised meat. They're both near our Cuixuan Building. Do you think they're trying to target someone by stealing so many customers?"

The shopkeeper heard the chef's words and said hesitantly:

"Could it be that their family is planning to target our Cuixuan Building?"

The chef nodded affirmatively and said:

"How else can we explain why they opened a store next to and beside our Cuixuan Building? They didn't try to steal anyone else's business, but only ours. If someone didn't know, they would think we had offended them."

The shopkeeper heard the chef's words, patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly:

"What's the big deal? They are just setting up a stall outside. We are a big restaurant, well-known in this city!"

"We can't let these two stall owners take away our business, otherwise our Cuixuan Building will be in vain!"

"Don't worry, they are just trying to make some money these two days. If they set up the stall outside every day, the diners will get tired of it sooner or later."

The chef heard what the shopkeeper said and sighed helplessly:

"If only it were as you said."

The shopkeeper nodded confidently and said:

"Of course, that guy isn't some state banquet master, how could he have so many diners patronizing his restaurant every day?"

"If he really wants to take away our Cuixuanlou's business and cause us to suffer heavy losses, then he has to open a restaurant of the same size as ours across the street!"

“Do you think they have the money?”

The indifferent look on the shopkeeper's face made the chef sigh inwardly:

If the business of Cuixuanlou was taken away, who would be most affected? It would definitely be the shopkeeper in front of me.

But he was just fine. He looked happy as if nothing had happened and didn't take the matter to heart at all.

What we know is that he only focuses on the present and never considers long-term development. He will only become anxious when things happen to him.

To put it bluntly, this is short-sightedness.

If you didn't know him, you would really think he was a very broad-minded person.

The shopkeeper looked at the chef thinking and said with a smile:

"By the way, didn't our Master Han bring so much braised meat and cold dishes? I smelled that they were really delicious. He didn't give them all to the people in the kitchen and leave any for me!"

The chef couldn't help curling his lips when he heard what the shopkeeper said, and then said:

"Yes, yes, I left it for you. It's right there on the table. A bag of salad and a bag of braised meat."

The shopkeeper immediately became happy and said with a smile:

"Great, then go get busy in the kitchen. I want to taste how delicious this is!"

Seeing that the shopkeeper didn't seem anxious at all, the chef didn't bother to say anything more. He waved his hand and went back to the kitchen.

And at this time at Zhang Liang's stall.

Zhang Liang had already spent most of the time cooking the ordered dishes, and soon it was time for lunch.

Diners came over in waves, and Zhang Liang's stall suddenly became much busier.

"Boss, give me one of these four dishes today! Let's eat them here!"

"Okay! Please wait a moment."

"Boss, give me one portion of your fish in sour soup and braised pork trotters. I'll put the money here first."

After the diner finished speaking, he hurriedly sat down at his seat, fearing that if he was a second late there would be no place for him to sit and eat.

At this time, Zhang Lin, Zhang Man and Zhang Hechun were also busy carrying side dishes and white rice and walking to each guest.

"Dear customer, this is your side dish. It's free in our restaurant. There's also rice soup next to it. If you need it, please feel free to ask us to bring it to you."

At this time, a voice came from the diners at another table:

"Boss, give me another bowl of white rice. This pig's trotter goes really well with rice. One bowl is not enough!"