Siheyuan: Started in 1950, third-level cook

When setting up the stall today, Lin Yao was always nervous, worried that Manager Liu would come to cause trouble.

Fortunately, Shopkeeper Liu just strolled in front of the stall a few times and then returned to Fengdeng Tower.

When the brother and sister were getting ready to close their stall, Grandpa Liu came over and asked Chen Jun if he wanted to go fishing.

Chen Jun laughed immediately when he heard this. Ever since he sold a big turtle to Master Liu yesterday, Master Liu was in a very proud mood when he ate today.

It seems that Aunt Rong no longer cares about Grandpa Liu's fishing.

This is strange. Aunt Rong comes to their stall to eat every day, but her attitude is always cold, which is an extreme contrast to Master Liu.

Sometimes when Lin Yao greeted Aunt Rong, she would just nod and was too lazy to even say a word.

"Hey, Mr. Liu, you can't do it today. I have something to do in the afternoon." Chen Jun regretfully rejected Mr. Liu's request to play with him.

After he closed his stall and went home to clean up, it was time to go to the steel mill to prepare for the reception.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Liu nodded somewhat disappointedly, then walked home slowly with his hands behind his back.

Chen Jun went home, had lunch, washed the dishes and went back to his room to rest.

After sleeping until about five o'clock, Chen Jun set off for the steel rolling mill.

It’s the same kitchen as last time, and all the ingredients are ready.

Chen Jun put in all his effort to prepare a beautiful reception. Both Huaiyang and Shandong cuisine were very authentic.

The canteen director, who had been guarding the kitchen, couldn't help but give him a thumbs up after seeing the dishes prepared by Chen Jun.

Others may not understand, but as the canteen director, he cannot find any fault with him at all.

As the dishes were delivered to the reception room one after another, Lou Bancheng couldn't help but curl his lips.

The level of today's reception is far beyond that of He Daqing back then, it really brings honor to him.

"Come, come, come and have a taste of our steel mill hospitality!"

Director Zhou of the Second Steel Plant in Sijiu City glanced at the dishes on the table and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Lou, when did the chefs in your steel mill become so particular? They even learned how to arrange the dishes!"

"I remember that the last time I came here, the dishes you cooked didn't look like this."

Lou Bancheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said with some pride: "Today is different, I specially invited an expert, come and taste it and see how it tastes."

Director Zhou and others nodded and picked up their chopsticks to taste it.

"Wow, this dish is really authentic!"

Lou Bancheng smiled and asked, "How is it? Director Zhou, please give us your comments!"

"Awesome!" Director Zhou didn't even have the energy to comment. He just said something perfunctorily and quickly started eating, picking up the chopsticks.

After the meal, all seven people present were full.

The people who came to pour tea were also stunned when they saw this scene. All the plates were empty, and some did not even have a drop of soup left, as if an empty plate was served.

Chen Jun was chatting with the canteen director in the kitchen. The two of them had already packed up the extra dishes for the reception.

Although Chen Jun is not a chef at the steel rolling mill, it is common these days for the chef to pack up some dishes to take home when someone cooks at someone's home.

Not only Chen Jun, but also Director Song from the cafeteria took advantage of the situation and ordered two dishes.

After all, it was already past the working hours, and as the canteen director, he was busy in the kitchen. No one could find fault with the dishes he packed up and took back.

"Um, Master Chen, Director Lou wants you to come over here." said the kitchen staff who had just gone to pour tea.

Chen Jun nodded and asked casually, "How was Director Lou's meal?"

"Well, they should be very satisfied." The employee frowned and thought for a moment, thinking that they should be satisfied with the meal, and added: "Anyway, everything on the plate was eaten up, and some even had no soup left."

"Um, Director Lou and the others are so exhausted that they can't even walk anymore. They are now resting and drinking tea in the box."

Hiss, are you too full to walk?

Director Song was also stunned when he heard the news.

This is Lou Bancheng. Such a big shot must have eaten all kinds of delicacies, but he ate too much today.

Tsk tsk, thinking of this, Director Song's eyes were shining when he looked at Chen Jun.

What a talent! What a talent!

"Come on, I'll take you to the box." Director Wang from the cafeteria pulled Chen Jun straight to the box.

When they arrived, they found that only Lou Bancheng was left in the box.

It turned out that Director Zhou and his colleagues had eaten too much today and could not negotiate the order, so they found a place to lie down.

However, Lou Bancheng knew that everyone enjoyed today's meal, and both the orders for raw materials and products were secured.

Seeing Chen Jun coming over, Lou Bancheng waved enthusiastically and asked him to sit down and chat.

"Chen Jun, right? I heard from Director Wang that your mother is also an employee of our factory?"

"You are so young, but your cooking skills are so good. Is your father also a great chef?"

Lou Bancheng was also very surprised when he first saw Chen Jun. He was too young.

So people mistakenly thought that he, like Sha Zhu, had a father who was a chef.

Chen Jun shook his head and said, "My father is a soldier."

"Oh, what about your cooking skills?" Lou Bancheng asked curiously.

"I figured it out on my own. I just like cooking." Chen Jun made up an excuse.

After all, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old this year. With such a level, people will subconsciously think that he has a master.

Figured it out on your own?

Lou Bancheng was stunned when he heard this answer. Although he has not eaten all over the world over the years, he has some experience.

Even the descendants of famous chefs may not be able to possess such high cooking skills at this age.

After secretly sighing in his heart that he was so successful at such a young age, Lou Bancheng waved to his secretary.

The secretary understood what he meant and took out a red envelope from her bag and handed it to Chen Jun.

Chen Jun didn't hesitate to take the red envelope and put it directly into his pocket, then said thank you to Lou Bancheng.

Lou Bancheng looked at Chen Jun with great admiration and asked tentatively, "You have great talent to be able to master such superb skills just by thinking on your own."

"I wonder which restaurant you are working in now?"

Lou Bancheng was attracted by talented people. Although he donated the steel mill, he still had real power in the mill and often entertained some partners.

The steel mill is in urgent need of a capable chef.

But it is very difficult to find a suitable chef. After all, a steel mill is a factory, and the main job is to make big pot dishes. Those famous chefs are unwilling to do this kind of work.

Those who are willing to do this kind of work have average skills and are not up to par.

"I don't work in the restaurant anymore. I'm setting up a stall on East Street with my family now."

Chen Jun naturally understood Lou Bancheng's thoughts, but the planned economy would only begin next year, and he could earn more by setting up stalls, and he could not work in a steel mill yet.

But I couldn't refuse too firmly, because after the planned economy, stable jobs like those in steel rolling mills became more and more popular. The work was leisurely and I could make some money while doing entertaining.

"Setting up a stall? With your skills, you want to set up a stall on the street?" Lou Bancheng was stunned after hearing this.

With such great skills, why would you set up a stall instead of working as a chef in a big restaurant?