Siheyuan, I became a commercial tycoon in the culinary world

Shen Jihuan wanted to beg for mercy, but He Yuzhu held Shen Jihuan back, signaling her not to panic, and said, "Okay, if big brother wants to see my Shandong cuisine skills, that's fine too..."

"What, Zhuzi, you can also cook Shandong cuisine..."

"My father taught me before..."

When Shen Jihuan heard this, he felt relieved.

I thought, thank goodness! Otherwise, I would have been embarrassed today.

The middle-aged Shandong cuisine chef saw that the two youngsters were just talking to themselves and didn't take him seriously at all, and his anger became even greater.

He slapped the table and stood up, pointing at He Yuzhu and said, "You little bastard, were you just mocking me for making Shandong cuisine that's not as good as your father's...

This Shandong cuisine chef is called Zhao Dahe. He is one of the best Shandong cuisine chefs. It is said that his level of Shandong cuisine cooking is also top-notch in the whole Beijing.

But now he is being ignored by two young men, He Yuzhu and Shen Jihuan. How can he not be angry?

He Yuzhu glanced at Zhao Dahe with disdain in his heart, "Master Zhao, you are wrong, I just said that the Shandong cuisine you cook is not as delicious as mine..."

Zhao Dahe was furious when he heard this, and cursed: "You bastard, how dare you insult me. If I don't teach you two little bastards a lesson today, you will not know your place..."

Zhao Dahe's loud shouting attracted all the diners from the elegant seats on the second floor...

Seeing this, He Yuzhu snorted coldly, stood up and said, "Master Zhao, since you don't admit that your Shandong cuisine is not as good as mine, how about we have a competition here this afternoon?"

He Yuzhu's words immediately attracted the attention of the diners around him, and everyone gathered around.

The noise was so loud that it alarmed Song Bojian, the owner of a Shandong cuisine restaurant.

He has run a Shandong cuisine restaurant for nearly twenty years, but this is the first time he has encountered such a thing?

For a moment he was actually a little curious and came forward.

Seeing He Yuzhu being so arrogant, Zhao Dahe said angrily, "Boy, you are talking too much. Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue? Let's compete. Do you think I'm afraid of you..."

"Okay, Master Zhao, since this is a competition, there has to be a winner and a loser, and there has to be a prize..."

"Boy, since that's the case, if you lose, you have to kneel down and call me grandpa three times, and then crawl under my crotch..." After saying that, he burst into laughter.

"But what if you lose?..."

“Hahahahahahaha…I lost, how could I lose…” After hearing what He Yuzhu said, Zhao Dahe felt like it was something funny!

"Master Zhao, don't be so sure. Since I lose, I will kneel down and call you grandpa three times and crawl under your crotch.

Then if you lose, you have to do the same thing to be fair!"

After He Yuzhu finished speaking, he stood up and bowed to the diners who had gathered around to watch.

"This kid wants to compete with Master Zhao at such a young age. He really doesn't know how to live or die..."

"This kid is probably just bragging! He actually wants to win against Master Zhao. He is totally out of his mind..."

"Maybe this kid really has some skills? Otherwise, how could he dare to challenge Zhao Dahe..."

"So who do you think will win?"

"Of course it's Zhao Dahe. Don't forget, Master Zhao is one of the best chefs in Shandong cuisine.

This kid is still a baby. How can he possibly beat Master Zhao? He is just daydreaming..."

"That's not necessarily true. If this young man didn't have some real skills, how could he dare to challenge Master Zhao here..."

"He is so young, and it is impossible for him to learn cooking skills overnight. He just wants to use Master Zhao's fame to become famous!"

"Yes! Master Zhao has been cooking Shandong cuisine for many years and his cooking skills are amazing. How could he be inferior to a young boy..."

Everyone was talking at once, with voices rising and falling.

He Yuzhu was not angry, he just stared at Zhao Dahe and asked him to make a promise.

Zhao Dahe made him feel uneasy and he didn't dare to promise easily.

Seeing this, Song Bojian stepped forward and said to Zhao Dahe, "Zhao Dahe, this little brother is right. Since it is a contest of winning or losing, the prizes should be equal for who wins and who loses, otherwise it would be unfair.

You have been working in our Shandong cuisine restaurant for nearly ten years, and your cooking skills are obvious to all.

Are you afraid of losing to this brat?"

When Zhao Dahe saw Boss Song coming, he was so shocked that his eyes popped out.

Everyone knows that Boss Song seldom comes to the Shandong cuisine restaurant. On the surface, this restaurant belongs to Song Bojian, but in fact, he is the actual controller of this Shandong cuisine restaurant.

He has the final say over the comings and goings of everyone in the Shandong cuisine restaurant, from the chefs to the waiters. No one knows how much profit he has made from it over the years. He even has the final say on how much profit is made. Song Bojian is just a boss in name only.

"Boss Song, this, this..." Zhao Dahe was a little overwhelmed when he heard Song Bojian speak.

"Master Zhao, Zhao Dahe, don't you listen to what I say? Or is your cooking skill really not as good as this little brother's..."

Seeing that Zhao Dahe still agreed, Song Bojian added a few more words with a stronger tone.

Zhao Dahe was forced into a corner and could only lower his head and say, "Boss Song, since you have spoken, I will do as you say. If I lose, I will just fulfill the bet equally..."

Song Bojian was agreed by Zhao Dahe, so he said to the two, "Okay, since you have reached a consensus, let's not waste time. For the sake of fairness, I will order three Shandong dishes. Three rounds are the standard. Winning two bets is the winner.

As for the judgment, it will be based on the experience of the restaurant diners! Okay, now you guys go to the kitchen! ......"

"For the first dish, let's make this Dezhou Braised Chicken. Whoever gets more than 20 customers in our restaurant to say it's delicious will win..."

After hearing this, Zhao Dahe felt a little angry, but he had no way to refuse, so he had to go into the kitchen to prepare.

He Yuzhu also entered the kitchen at Song Bojian's signal.

Song Bojian instructed the side dish chef in the kitchen to prepare a chicken of almost the same size for each of them, and He Yuzhu and Zhao Dahe started working at the same time.

He Yuzhu grabbed the chicken and skillfully cut its throat with a knife, drained the blood, took out the internal organs, removed the hair, and washed it with clean water.

Then cross the chicken's legs to the anus, stretch the wings forward to the incision of the neck, cross them inside the beak, and form a lying position with the wings.

Brush the shaped chicken with syrup, put it into a 180C oil pan and fry it for 1 to 2 minutes, until the chicken is golden brown all over.

Then place the fried chicken in the pot in order, and add cinnamon, angelica, star anise, galangal... and other ingredients.

Then add half of the old soup and half of water until the amount of soup is level with the chicken, then use a bamboo stick to press the chicken to compact it, cook it over high heat for about an hour, then switch to low heat and continue cooking until bubbles appear on the surface before removing from the pot.