Siheyuan, I became a commercial tycoon in the culinary world

He Yuzhu's series of actions left Song Bojian dumbfounded.

I thought to myself, this young man is really quite skilled. His skillful techniques are really astonishing.

In contrast, Zhao Dahe's technique was not smooth at all during this whole set of movements, and it would not even be an exaggeration to say that it was a bit clumsy.

Looking at him, you can tell that he hasn't done these things for a long time. He assigned all of them to the kitchen guys and he was only responsible for those two important procedures.

Song Bojian watched the situation quietly from the side, and Shen Jihuan was also watching. However, the Dezhou Braised Chicken was finally cooked over low heat for too long.

There was a long period of leisure time in the middle, so Song Bojian asked them to cook two ordinary Shandong dishes, stir-fried kidney and sweet and sour carp...

By the time the Dezhou Braised Chicken is ready to be served, the other two dishes are already ready!

Song Bojian asked six waiters to bring the six dishes made by the two to the hall respectively, and selected twenty diners who were fascinated by the food to try them.

He first asked three waiters to bring Zhao Dahe's three dishes, and took turns showing them in front of the twenty diners for them to taste. He saw that the twenty people nodded naturally and said, "Not bad, not bad..."

He was a little unconvinced. After all, Zhao Dahe's cooking process was too unfamiliar.

So he tasted it again himself, and the same taste made Song Bojian a little impatient.

He was somewhat impatient that He Yuzhu's Shandong cuisine could defeat Zhao Dahe.

As long as he can prove that someone can cook Shandong cuisine better than Zhao Dahe, he can just kick Zhao Dahe out of the Shandong cuisine restaurant and invite He Yuzhu to be the new chef of the Shandong cuisine restaurant...

But Song Bojian could not reveal his thoughts for the time being. He didn't know whether He Yuzhu really had the ability to defeat Zhao Dahe?

When Zhao Dahe saw Song Bojian's selected twenty diners' comments on his three dishes, he began to feel proud.

He glanced at He Yuzhu with contempt and thought, "You? You dare to fight me?"

He Yuzhu, however, stood there with a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't take Zhao Dahe seriously at all.

Finally, the time had come to taste He Yuzhu's dishes. When the first diner picked up a piece of chicken from the plate of "Dezhou Braised Chicken" with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, slowly tasting it, everyone's eyes were fixed on his moving mouth, waiting for his comments.

Shen Jihuan's heart was tense, she was afraid that the man would say that He Yuzhu's chicken was not delicious.

Song Bojian was actually a little nervous. If He Yuzhu could not defeat Zhao Dahe today, then his Shandong cuisine restaurant would have to be handed over to Zhao Dahe. He had long been tired of Zhao Dahe's greedy face.

Over the years, although he was nominally the owner of this Shandong cuisine restaurant, in reality he had the final say and even took half of the restaurant's profits.

In short, Zhao Dahe has already regarded the Shandong cuisine restaurant as his own private property, which is intolerable.

While everyone was thinking about their own things, the diner's expression gradually changed, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"It's delicious! It's delicious. I've never eaten such delicious chicken..."

When other diners heard that the "Dezhou Braised Chicken" made by He Yuzhu was so delicious, they all stretched out their chopsticks to grab the chicken without waiting for it to be served in front of them.

"It's delicious, really delicious... The chicken is tender and juicy, with a mellow taste. This is the real 'Best Chicken in the World'!" another diner praised.

When Song Bojian saw this, he was afraid that he would not be able to taste the chicken made by He Yuzhu, so he walked forward without caring about his image, picked up a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth.

"The meat is soft and has a sweet taste, it's a delicacy..." Song Bojian was surprised after eating it.

I never thought there is such delicious chicken in the world. How could this young guy have such superb cooking skills?

"Little brother, your cooking skills are amazing! May I ask who your teacher is? Are you interested in coming to my Shandong cuisine restaurant?" Song Bojian no longer cared about being reserved and immediately walked up to He Yuzhu and asked.

Are you kidding? It would be a great loss if we didn’t invite such a culinary genius over earlier.

"Boss Song, my brother Zhuzi's cooking skills were taught by his father. He is now a chef in another restaurant and will not come to your place." Seeing that Song Bojian wanted to poach his Fengze Garden's employees, Shen Jihuan rushed to answer.

Song Bojian was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he soon realized that he had made a big mistake. Talent! How could it be so easy to hire? He had to take his time, not to mention that the game was not over yet.

Song Bojian quickly figured out the situation and returned to the scene, continuing to let the twenty diners taste He Yuzhu's other two dishes.

Stir-fried kidney: tender meat, rich flavor, smooth and not greasy...

Sweet and Sour Carp: It has a deep red color, is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, has a fragrant aroma, and tastes sweet and sour.

"What a delicious meal! What a delicious meal!" a diner exclaimed.

"Delicious! Really delicious! I've never eaten such delicious Shandong cuisine before..." another person echoed.

Song Bojian and twenty diners' praise for He Yuzhu's Shandong cuisine made Zhao Dahe feel a great sense of crisis.

He secretly thought that it was not good, but there was nothing he could do.

Sure enough, not long after, the twenty diners all said to Song Bojian, "Boss Song, the result of this Shandong cuisine competition, after several discussions among the twenty of us, we all think that the dishes cooked by this young man are the real Shandong cuisine.

On the contrary, Master Zhao’s dishes are much inferior, and they are indeed not authentic Shandong cuisine. He can’t even make the Dezhou Braised Chicken, which is known as the “best chicken in the world”, taste good. ”

When Zhao Dahe heard the twenty diners say this, his face turned red and he shouted, "You are lying. What I cook is the real Shandong cuisine. This guy is here to cause trouble. Come on, kick me out..."

"Zhao Dahe, what are you doing? Who gave you the power? This little brother is my honored guest from today on. Try to touch him..."

When Song Bojian saw his arrogant face, anger rose in his heart.

When Zhao Dahe saw that Song Bojian had made up his mind, he hurriedly whispered, "Boss Song, don't be fooled by this little bastard. How old is he? His hair hasn't even grown out yet. How can he have such advanced cooking skills? He must have set up a trap and bribed the diners a long time ago..."

Hearing this, Song Bojian laughed angrily, "Hahaha, Zhao Dahe, did I really think I was a fool? Cooking on the spot, trying it on the spot, and you said they set a trap! Do you think I'm a pig?..."

"Zhao Dahe, who the hell do you say was bribed by this little brother? Are all of us twenty buying into his scheme? If you lose, you lose, don't make any excuses..." a diner pointed at him angrily.

Yes! I think you have made enough money in this Shandong cuisine restaurant. It is time to return the management of the restaurant to Boss Song..." someone else said.

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