Zhou Shao of Rebirth

"Young Master Zhou, where are you going?" Wang Er adjusted his mentality, fastened his seat belt and asked Zhou Heng in the back seat.

Zhou Heng rubbed his chin and asked, "Is there a place called Chunxiangzi in Beishi?"

Wang Er turned around in surprise: "There is such a place, but there are mixed fish and dragons there, and there are no entertainment places."

"As long as there is, let's go." Zhou Heng was not too sure where the chef he was looking for was, but he vaguely remembered that someone had mentioned this place when he reported to him.

The car passed through the urban area, turning east and west, and finally stopped at the entrance of an alley.

Stepping on a puddle of sewage, Zhou Heng's face turned black, and he looked up at the archway at the entrance of the alley. The stone archway was built with stones, and it was old. The stone pillars on both sides were covered with advertisements, all of which were for the treatment of sexually transmitted diseases. , sewer pipes, waste collection, etc. small advertisements.

Wang Er parked the car to the side, not afraid of blocking other people's roads, but afraid of some people who don't have eyes for Zhou Heng's car, although Zhou Heng has expressed his willingness to change cars more than once.

Zhou Heng walked in three steps without stopping. The alley was actually not narrow. There were two-story civil buildings on both sides. The first floor was full of shops, and there were small vendors setting up stalls outside the shops.

Zhou Heng took a few extra glances at the plaques of each store, and when he saw a small restaurant, he walked in and took a look.

It was noon at this time, and the small restaurant was almost full of classes, and the smell of the dishes mixed with the smell of alcohol and sweat was very unpleasant.

The owners of the small shop habitually asked when they saw people coming: "Hello, who is there?" When they saw Zhou Heng's temperament, they suddenly fell silent. What is a dirty diner up to?

Zhou Heng looked at several houses in a row, and Wang Er, who was following behind, couldn't help asking: "Young Master Zhou, do you want to find someone?"

Isn't this kind of work of finding people what a follower like him does?I always feel that Zhou Shao was stunned by basketball last time, but... it's better to be stupid!

Zhou Heng stopped again, turned around and looked at the door of a shop on the right without a plaque. He seemed to smell the aroma of rice coming from inside.

He retreated to the door of which house, and found that the business of this house was really sluggish, and there were a few people sitting sporadically in the shop.

"Boss, is my dish ready? I've been waiting for 10 minutes." A customer waiting for the dish asked dissatisfied.

Zhou Heng was about to step in with one foot when he heard a loud shout from inside: "What's the rush? Didn't you see that I'm busy? If you can't wait, get out!"

"..." Zhou Heng retracted his feet and raised his eyebrows: I finally found it.

But with this temper, it's no wonder that he would offend himself in his previous life. Looking at those guests, two of them have already flung their sleeves and left.

That’s right, no matter how delicious the food is, everyone may not be willing to come if there is no good service.

It stands to reason that such a person has nothing to do with Zhou Heng. Zhou Heng brought up the memories of his previous life. He only remembered one time when he went to eat by himself and found that the food in that hotel was different from before. He asked if the chef had changed.

I was in a good mood at the time, and after getting an affirmative answer, I wanted to meet the chef. It would be an honor to get a compliment from him, wouldn't it?

But he didn't even care about his fart, the lobby manager went in with a happy face, and came out with a sad face, fooling that the other person had already left.

At that time, he was young and energetic, so he couldn't bear this kind of anger, so he smashed up the shop on the spot, and finally the fat old man chased him out with a kitchen knife, so he stopped temporarily.

But the rift between the two of them has also been completely settled, and the person whom Zhou Shao regards as a thorn in his side will definitely end badly.

The fat old man was fired that day, and his hands and feet were broken three days later. As for whether he died or lived, Zhou Heng didn't care.But he always remembers the taste at that time, it was really delicious, he is not too picky about food, but his tongue is also very good, and he can remember delicious things for a long time.

Zhou Heng stood at the door and looked inside, but he couldn't get in. The whole store looked old, the tables and chairs were messy, and the floor looked like it hadn't been washed for a year. The only clean place was probably the old man's stove. stage.

Inversely proportional to the color of the hall, the white tiles of the stove are snow-white, and even the lid of the pot is clean and bright, and look at the busy backs in front of the stove... They just lowered their heads to cook, and didn't notice any guests coming.

The old man put a piece of braised pork in the pot on a plate, put it on the counter with a "snap", and shouted: "The braised pork is ready, come and get it yourself!"

Zhou Heng smelled the aroma, and his stomach that hadn't eaten immediately cried out in response. He walked in after he had done enough mental preparation.

Wang Er stared at the boss, Zhou Shao would patronize this kind of place?It's incredible!

He followed in on tiptoe, saw Zhou Heng standing in front of a table with no original color, and hurriedly ran over to take out a tissue and wiped it carefully.

But seeing the color on the paper towel, Zhou Heng didn't want to sit anymore. He asked Wang Er to get a few disposable lunch boxes nearby, ordered a few dishes, and stood in the middle of the hall without moving.

When Wang Er came back, he brought two sesame cakes and stuffed them to Zhou Heng, saying, "Young Master Zhou, pad your stomach first!"

The customers in the small shop fixed their eyes on these two people, chatting in a low voice from time to time, especially after hearing Wang Er's address, they couldn't hide their curiosity.

Zhou Heng gnawed on the biscuits and waited patiently.

"Young Master Zhou is not looking for someone?"

"No, I've already found it." Zhou Heng wasn't sure enough to convince the old man, but he had to try.

When their dishes came out, there were no other customers in the store. Zhou Heng looked at the few dishes. Although they were not exquisitely arranged, they looked very good.

He tried a few with disposable chopsticks, and the taste was really good. It's a pity that such cooking skills are buried in such a small place.

"Is the boss free to chat?" Zhou Heng lowered his attitude and asked kindly.

The fat old man was carefully scrubbing his kitchen utensils. It could be seen that he cherished all the tools in the kitchen.

"No time! After eating, put down the money and go!"

"Boss, you are the only one in this store? Are you busy?"

"none of your business!"

"The boss didn't think about changing the environment? Your food is delicious, and it's really burying talents here."

The other party ignored him at all, Zhou Heng endured it, and continued to say in a good voice: "Boss, this craftsmanship must be inherited from the ancestors, right? It can be seen that you only know how to cook but not business, why don't you change the environment and concentrate on cooking?"

The old man turned around, revealing a ferocious face.

In fact, this person is just fat, not very old, and has few hairs on his head. When the eyebrows are raised, they can scare children.

It's no wonder that such a person survives running a store by himself!

Zhou Heng smiled slightly, displaying his unique charm as a young man, "I like the dishes made by the boss very much, and I just plan to open a restaurant. I wonder if I can invite you to sit in charge?"

Standing behind Zhou Heng, Wang Er was completely stunned. When had he seen Zhou Shao speak in such a good-tempered manner?He stretched his neck to look at the few dishes and sniffed, as if they were really delicious.

"Not interested!" The fat old man refused expressionlessly.

"The boss must love cooking, right? But I think the business of this store is not good. I'm afraid it will close soon? Are you willing to let your cooking skills be buried? Or hide at home all day cooking for yourself Eat? To put it bluntly, even if you only cook it for yourself and don’t have enough conditions, I’m afraid you won’t even be able to buy good ingredients. Would you rather eat vegetables and tofu in the future?”

The reason why Zhou Heng dared to come was because he knew that the old man would definitely walk out of this place in the end, otherwise he would not have met him in that hotel.

It's just that I don't know what conditions he has for being hired. With his temper, I'm afraid money can't impress him.

The fat old man paused, but still didn't speak.

"Doesn't the boss want to find a place where he can concentrate on cooking? Don't worry about making money, whether there are customers, or how to treat guests."

The fat old man finally turned around, glanced at Zhou Heng, and asked bluntly, "How do you know me?"

"Of course I heard from others. The boss cooks so well, and the smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys. Someone will always know." This is true, but two people who are not at the same level, no matter how good the old man's cooking skills are. It couldn't reach Zhou Heng's ears.

"Do you want to open a shop? How big is it? What style? Can you be the master?" No wonder the old man questioned, Zhou Heng's face was too tender.

Seeing that he finally showed signs of letting go, Zhou Heng smiled and said: "I just plan to open a private restaurant to entertain some good friends. It won't be very big, and the location has not yet been decided. If the boss is willing, we can visit the store together now. "

"Are you not afraid that I will screw up your store?" The fat old man obviously knew that he had a bad temper.

"How come? You just need to cook, and don't worry about other things." Zhou Heng said with a smile. In fact, he had already planned in his heart. When the store opened, he would lock the old man in the back kitchen, and no one would even want to see him. .

"Hey, you rich people, who knows what the store will do, quit!"

Zhou Heng's smiling face froze, and he said patiently: "It's just a private restaurant, what can it do? You can't be... not confident?"

"What? You brat dare to question Lao Tzu's level!"

"So you like to stay here, waiting for this store to close down and go home to eat your money?"

The fat old man turned red and retorted: "If I want to go out, most people beg me to be the chef!"

"I believe it, but I'm afraid few people can bear it... Ahem, what I mean is that the current customers are very picky. When you are not the boss, you always have to look at the faces of the customers."

"It's a big deal, I quit!" the old man shouted.

Zhou Heng secretly rolled his eyes, and bewitched: "In this case, you might as well be hired by me. If you don't like what you do, you can leave at any time and you're done."

The fat old man didn't expect the conditions offered by this young man to be so attractive. To be honest, his store will not be able to pay the rent next month, and he will have to find a job if he doesn't want to starve to death.

But he knows his temper. It's not that he hasn't worked in a hotel before, but it doesn't last long. Every time he packs up and leaves or gets fired by the boss, that's why he bought this small shop.

He likes to cook, but he really doesn't know how to entertain guests. At first, his business was very good, but then gradually... He got tired of those customers who were as nitpicking as God.

"You don't bother to think about it first. This is no loss for you. I will set you a salary of [-]. If the business is good, I can add a little more as appropriate.

Wang Er fumbled for a while, five thousand, that is several times his own salary, oh my god, so cooking is also so profitable?If I had known that I would not join the army back then, I would also learn to cook!

The fat old man also trembled slightly. No one really doesn't love money, they just weigh whether they can accept the price they have to pay.

"Can I really not care about anything?"

"Of course, you have to help with the purchased ingredients."

"Is it up to you to say that?" The fat old man stared at a pair of bull's-eyes, "Let me explain in advance that if you dare to use inferior ingredients as good ones and let me use stale ingredients, I will leave immediately!"

Zhou Heng showed a really happy smile, "It seems that our goals are the same, and we hope to have a happy cooperation."

The fat old man took off his apron and went to wash his hands. Zhou Heng noticed that the old man's handbags were well maintained, but... ahem, a little fatter!

"Let's go, let's go to the storefront!" The fat old man wiped his hands and said bluntly.

Zhou Heng pointed to the dish in front of him, "I'm afraid I have to wait a while, I haven't eaten yet."