smell you

Li Zhexi twitched the corner of his mouth: "I still have to ask your general manager about the company's affairs, but in the kitchen, the hygiene quality should still be the first priority. Your kitchen department must take good care of the ingredients you purchase. There are some things to do. It’s better to look like that than to do nothing, or others will think we’re guilty.”

Chen Gui hurriedly said: "That's natural. Sanitation and firefighting checks every now and then, so there is absolutely no problem."

After eating a bowl of duck porridge, Li Zhexi said, "You are the most familiar with people in the catering industry, do you know anyone who is especially good at cooking porridge?"

"Cooking porridge? Why doesn't duck porridge taste good?" Chen Gui knew that Li Zhexi had a tricky mouth, but he never knew that he was so tricky.

"Duck porridge is not cooked like this."

Chef Chen Gui almost laughed out of breath.

Li Zhexi said: "The porridge should be cooked with duck juice, and the duck meat should be discarded."

Chen Gui said: "Isn't this to take care of your food intake? If you are seventy or eighty, it's another way."

Chen Gui picked up the eggplant porridge that Li Zhexi took a bite of.

"To be honest, I have eaten eggplant rice before, but this is the first time I have made eggplant porridge. As you know, the gross profit margin of hotel dishes must reach 50.00%. Just a dish of green dragon or yellow croaker is enough to sell this eggplant porridge for a month. Yes. Even if they are vegetarians, they are developing wild mushrooms and even medicinal foods - Cordyceps sinensis, bird's nest, Maca, I really don't have the time to study these."

The hotel pursues huge profits, and it is only people's hearts that are vain and vain, and the chefs naturally follow the trend.

The taste of eggplant porridge is really so-so. In fact, the lighter taste will test the chef's level, and the stronger taste will be easier to control.

"That's true, but the matter of finding other chefs to make eggplant porridge must be done within a day or two."

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Chen Gui almost agreed with a pat on the chest.

The catering industry in Xinshi, including its townships, is extremely developed. There are hundreds of large hotels alone, and there are countless restaurants, teahouses, coffee shops, specialty restaurants, farmhouses, etc. Among so many chefs, you can always find a good chef. porridge.

Li Tianwang's words are as important as his weight, so his work must be done, definitely, must.

……

After being hospitalized for several days, Li Zhexi tasted all the light food suitable for patients in the ward.

Anyway, that's what happened to my leg. It hurts for a hundred days, and it won't get better in a while, so I have to rest and recuperate.

He was in a hurry to be discharged from the hospital, very anxious...

-

At 07:30 in the morning, the alarm clock on the mobile phone rang automatically.

Song Zeyou woke up with a start, turned over and got up, just put on his pants, suddenly remembered that he was unemployed, and couldn't help falling back on the bed.

He has worked in this job for three years, and his salary has been 2000 yuan since he first joined the job, and he has been gritting his teeth and sticking to it.

Although the company is small, he is really serious and affectionate, but a businessman only cares about profit but not morality, and affection is worthless.

Song Zeyou closed his eyes and didn't sleep for 10 minutes. The boss's wife called and asked him to go to the company to hand over immediately.

Lie on a grass.

An hour later, Song Zeyou was standing at the bus stop at the intersection waiting for the bus.

He is wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, black suit pants, his hair is combed meticulously, his whole body is clean and fresh, and he holds a brown briefcase in his hand. ...T0T~

Because the rush hour for work is over, the bus is very empty.

Song Zeyou picked a back seat and lowered his head to play with his phone.

At this time, I suddenly felt that someone was sitting next to him. There are so many empty seats in the car, so it is not easy to sit. Shouldn’t people keep a distance from each other?

Looking up, he turned out to be the white-collar lawyer who lived in a high-end neighborhood across the street.

His heart skipped a beat, and the word "indictment" immediately appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but panic.

He couldn't hold the phone for a while and dropped it at his feet. He hurriedly bent over to pick it up. Just as the bus started, his whole body rushed forward, and his head and shoulders hit the back of the seat in front of him forcefully.

The scene was a little awkward.

"Are you okay?" The lawyer reached out and pulled him up.

Song Zeyou picked up the phone, held it firmly, and forced himself to be calm: "Fortunately, the phone should not be broken. Anyway, it has been used for a long time, so it should be replaced long ago."

The lawyer grinned, "I'm asking you, as long as you're fine."

"Usually when I see you drive by yourself, why would you think of taking a bus today?"

"The car is out for maintenance. By the way, I have something to talk to you about. When are you free recently?"

Song Zeyou said in his heart: Now that he is unemployed, he is the most free, T0T~

Just at this time, the bus arrived at the station near the company, and he was about to get off.

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm here, I'll call you when I'm free, bye~"

He fled like a bereaved dog.

The lawyer shouted behind him: "Add me on WeChat, the phone number is the WeChat ID."

Song Zeyou pretended not to hear, and walked quickly to the building where the company was located without looking back.

The new replacement is a young girl named Xiaoru.

The air stays in the sea, biting lip makeup, cropped pants, and small white shoes.

Fair skin, petite and cute, innocent and well-behaved, such a girl is very attractive.

Song Zeyou gave the same instructions, and the time passed quickly.

I ordered takeaway at noon and continued in the afternoon.

"Senior, let's add WeChat. In the future, when we encounter something we don't understand at work, I can ask you anytime, okay?" Xiao Ru stared at him expectantly.

"No, no problem."

Song Zeyou felt a little hot on his face, and the two became WeChat friends according to his words.

Before leaving get off work, Song Zeyou settled his salary. From this moment on, he officially joined the army of the unemployed, and has been on the road of job hunting ever since.

When returning home, he did not take the bus, but walked slowly on the side of the street.

Along the way, in fact, the whole street is recruiting people.

In particular, there are many small recruitment tables along the side of the small park near the company, and the colorful roll-up banners are full of chefs, waiters, security guards and PAs (cleaning personnel).

He stopped and took a look. The waiter had food and lodging included, and his salary was more than 3000.

Ugh……

Song Zeyou was carrying his briefcase and his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. Even if he stood in front of the job advertisement for a long time, no one would greet him.

As soon as he puts on the posture of a white-collar and a scholar, others will naturally be intimidated, but his family can't be intimidated.

Once they learn that he has been fired and lost his job, they will definitely ask him to help deliver food, wash and chop vegetables, clean tables, wash dishes, sweep the floor and take out the garbage... T0T~

Song Zeyou felt that he urgently needed a good meal to relieve his nerves that were about to collapse.

Think about the salary just settled, what should I eat?

Shredded pork noodles or braised chicken and rice?

In addition to Jiangxi stir-fry and Shaxian snacks, Lanzhou ramen is also very famous among civilian restaurants that are blooming everywhere in Xinshi.

Song Zeyou was eating ten yuan a bowl of beef ramen.

After a few bites, the phone rang again.

"Are you off work yet?" Mother's loud voice came over.

Song Zeyou was extremely irritable: "Not yet, work overtime!"

"Your aunt just came, when will you be home?"

"……"Depend on!His nerves cannot be saved by a bowl of ramen.

"The girl introduced by my aunt last time agreed to meet. My aunt brought her phone number today and asked you to add her on WeChat. You can make an appointment to meet yourself."

"..." Today is already the third person asking him to add WeChat, "I didn't even talk about it last time, why meet?"

"Your aunt's introduction can't be wrong. We agreed for you, and now I've brought over the phone. When we meet, I won't lose a piece of your flesh. You won't suffer as a man."

Meet!Meet!Meet!Is that a vegetable market or a park?

Once he sat down in a teahouse or coffee shop, he would not be able to spend one or two hundred. He was poor now, and he didn't have the spare money to go on a blind date.

"I put the phone on the computer desk in your room, remember to add her when you get home, let's have a good talk."

By now, he had to punch hard.

"Mom, I'm unemployed. I have no job and no money. How can I get married? Even if I'm willing to go on a blind date now, they have to be willing. Don't be kidding."

"Unemployed!!!" The octave-high voice almost deafened the ears.

"Okay, why didn't you do it?! But it just so happens that the business in the store is very good during this time. Your dad and I are discussing about getting takeaways. Tomorrow you will help in the store—"

Song Zeyou hung up the phone decisively.

Ahhh! ! !Sure enough, he guessed it right.

The matter was not over yet, when he came home, it was only seven o'clock, and the business in the store had to be done at least after nine o'clock.

As soon as he entered the store, his father pointed to the two dining tables with messy cups and plates: "It's just in time to come back, I'm so busy, hurry up and tidy up."

Song Zeyou saw that his parents were sweating profusely and looked tired, so he threw the briefcase into the cash register, put on a dirty apron, and started to clear the table.

He looked at the leftover dinner plates, which were full of onions, ginger and garlic, with a thick layer of oil on the bottom of the plates.

The oil used for cooking is so inappropriate, it must be...

Seeing that there were other customers in the store, he swallowed what he wanted to say.

If people from Tianhao International came to the door at this time, they would definitely find it funny.

The person who runs Jiangxi Xiaochao at home has the face to point the finger at five-star hotels and slander others for using gutter oil and expired food, which is also drunk.

He himself knew that those words were not written by him, but others didn't know.

The sight of the sink in the back of the kitchen full of unwashed dishes gave him a splitting headache.

"Mom! Can't you put less cooking oil?"

It's so oily, it's hard to wash off.

"What do you know, the oil is more delicious and fragrant. One day your young master will cook a dish for your mother to taste. After eating your own frying, and eating mine, you will understand, I This standard is not much different from the five-star hotel opposite.”

When it comes to cooking and cooking, Song Zeyou obediently shut up.

fucking won.