Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

Old Taste Restaurant is one of the old-school restaurants with the strongest qualifications and the best reputation in Beijing. It has always been a holy place for gluttonous food in the hearts of countless people.

Many ordinary people are proud to go there for a meal.

But recently, the interior of the restaurant, specifically the back kitchen, is a bit discordant.

"Where did the old man get the boy?"

"That's right, is the hair all grown? Just let him in!"

Although it's just to help with side dishes, the competition in Old Taste Restaurant is so fierce, how can it be arranged without any assessment.

So many people are not convinced.

"Didn't you mean the orphan who won the cooking competition? The old man has a good eye for things."

"I tell you this, do you believe it? What did you do when you were a teenager? How old were you when you got old?"

"Hiss, yes, hehe, don't be an illegitimate child..."

"Hahaha, if that's the case, there's something to watch! I haven't seen the young master's face is so cloudy these days that he can squeeze out water..."

On the back door street of Old Taste Restaurant, several fat men in chef uniforms laughed loudly.

But the middle-aged man in his 40s at the beginning did not participate in their conversation from beginning to end.

One of the laughing men noticed it, touched his companion's arm silently, and winked desperately.

The one in charge of the spoon didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "Just a few jokes, Chef Hu, do you think so?"

Chef Hu glanced over coldly, "Don't forget your duty, say what you should say, and keep your mouth shut."

The joke is also half true, it's outrageous for the people below to arrange the chairman like this!

He is a well-known chef at home and abroad. He has worked in Laoziwei restaurant for 20 years, and his qualifications are very deep. Even the young owner is polite when he meets him.

Because he started from the bottom, he has a lot of prestige, and everyone respects and fears him.

Seeing him pull his face, everyone instinctively stood up straight.

Chef Hu glared at them one by one again, then got up and walked inside.

"Ready to start work."

A group of white clothes and white hats followed behind.

After pulling away for a while, the one who spoke first couldn't help muttering in a low voice:

"What kind of uncle's money are you asking us for..."

At that moment, someone echoed in a low voice:

"That's right, you won't be able to do it for a few years..."

The others didn't agree, but they didn't speak out to dissuade them, they just distanced themselves a little.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Especially in places like the back kitchen, it is too common to form gangs and form small groups.

China has a long history, and naturally there are many industries with the same long history.

And it is probably because the history is too long, it has bred many people who are keen on seniority.

In fact, this book is nothing.

But people are too easy to lose themselves. After a long time, they tend to deviate from the main point. After relying on their true skills and character, they only focus on their qualifications.

Over time, this business has become a backwater.

Dead, unstirred, full of stale air.

Like a piece of rotten wood floating in a swamp, disgusting.

So the old man brought Liao Chu here.

He admired this kid, and when he saw him, it was like seeing himself when he was young:

Focused, tenacious, talented.

Moreover, the old taste has indeed existed for too long. It has been so long that the back kitchen and the upper floors are like sardines crowded in the cabin. It is too necessary to throw a catfish in and start to move.

He didn't know if it would work.

In other words, how long can the old taste live longer.

But the only thing he makes clear is:

If you don't do something quickly, the signboard of the old taste will fall into your hands.

Liao Chu cherishes the hard-won opportunity very much.

He thought it was the best thing that could happen to him.

But some people don't like him.

Sometimes, some people, some troubles, it's not that you won't come if you don't provoke them.

During a routine inspection, the old man patted Liao Chu's shoulder affectionately.

In the spacious back kitchen, it seemed that someone threw a fire in an instant.

The dissatisfaction and jealousy accumulated over the past few days were burning wildly.

As soon as he got off work that day, Liao Chu was called out.

"Boy, come here!"

It's the chef named Zhang.

He seems to always find himself not pleasing to the eye, and often finds fault with the egg.

Liao Chu blinked slowly, but still passed.

He doesn't like the secret intrigue.

If possible, it would be nice to clarify once and for all today.

He wanted to cook with peace of mind, and wanted everyone to see that the old man's choice was not wrong.

Chef Zhang was originally standing on the ground, but as Liao Chu got closer, his face became more and more ugly.

"Damn, isn't this kid an orphan? What does he eat to grow so tall?"

All creatures, including humans, are born with an innate sense of fear of "big".

Therefore, tall people are often not the first choice for perpetrators.

Because it looks bad.

Liao Chu was only 19 years old, between teenagers and young adults. Although he was tall, his figure was rather thin due to malnutrition in his childhood.

But his eyes can make up for all this: the vicissitudes of life are calm, people will ignore his age at the first time.

When Liao Chu looked over with a blank expression, Chef Zhang felt a little weak instinctively.

But after thinking about it, the other party is just a melon egg, and there are so many people on my side, and at such an age, what are you afraid of? !

He took a step back, raised his hand and slapped Liao Chu's head, cursing and saying:

"Damn, can't you see so many seniors here? Don't you know how to say hello?"

"Do you know what is orderly and orderly? There is a difference between old and young?"

"When I was out messing around, you didn't know where the hell you were going to pee and muddy!"

As the former head, the old man is already old after all.

He is like a lonely wolf king. When he was still in office, the wolf cubs below were already staring at him.

Although forced by the outside world and the deterrence of the past, they dare not act rashly, but time is the most ruthless, and there is only one final result of this tug-of-war:

Alternation of power.

Chef Hu, who was promoted by the old man, is about to leave, and the back kitchen has gradually lost control.

How dare these people be so rude to the newcomers he brought in when the old man was in the prime of his life and still said that he was the same.

Seeing that Liao Chu didn't fight back, Chef Zhang became bolder.

He angrily spat on the ground, and smiled at his companion:

"The old man is so confused now, he thought it was back then, all kinds of cats and dogs were stuffed towards us."

Everyone laughed.

However, at the next moment, the young man who had been silent since just now and let them beat and scold him suddenly raised his head.

The moment their eyes met, several of them couldn't help but stiffen and had goosebumps all over their bodies.

This kid is a bit evil!

Are those human eyes?

Gloomy, violent, with hostility rolling brightly inside, like a knife, stabbing people to pieces.

Not human.

like a beast.

Chef Zhang couldn't help taking a step back.

After regaining his senses, he couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment, and punched Liao Chu hard.

"Damn, what are you looking at?!

Hold back, I have eaten more salt than you have traveled, saying a few words about you is to think highly of you! "

People who have worked as chefs all year round have strength in their hands. Liao Chu was beaten back by him and hit the wall hard with a muffled bang.

He lowered his head, neither yelling nor yelling, and suddenly said something.

The few people didn't hear clearly, subconsciously stretched their ears forward, "What did you say?"

As soon as the words fell, the kid suddenly raised his head and smiled sinisterly at them.

"Eating so much salt, why don't you kill you?"

He saw blood in his mouth. When he opened his mouth, bright red traces were printed on his gums and ooze out from the corner of his mouth. It looked extremely terrifying.

Before a few people came back to their senses, Liao Chu had already rushed forward.

Like a hungry wolf.

The scene was suddenly chaotic.

A strong person may not necessarily fight.

But fortunately, Liao Chu has both.

After only one meeting, Chef Zhang was punched to the ground, humming for a long time and unable to get up.

His dog legs were so stupid, when Liao Chu straddled Chef Zhang, grabbed his collar with one hand, and punched him, he woke up like a dream, and swarmed forward to fight.

"Damn, it can't be pulled!"

"Grass, what did this bastard eat to grow up!"

I don't know why he has such great strength, and several people can't pull it together.

Someone got anxious and greeted Liao Chu with all his head and face.

As if he was unconscious, he continued to greet Chef Zhang.

With each punch he said a word:

"No, sure, say, old, father, son, bad, bad, words!"

A group of people are frightened crazy.

These people have stayed in the old taste restaurant for a long time, and even if they had a few bloody books, they have been wiped out.

How many years have you not seen such a brutal scene?

"What?"

The back was knocked open from the inside, and Chef Hu rushed out with a dark face.

He came to the back kitchen to inspect and patrol just now, and found that a few people looked strange, so he went to ask them what happened.

Those people were well aware of Chef Zhang's virtues, and they were afraid of causing trouble, so they told the story.

"Chef Zhang has always been displeased with the newcomer Xiao Liao, saying that he wants to teach him a lesson..."

Chef Hu's face turned black at that time, and he came straight to the back.

As soon as he opened the door, he found that Liao Chu had beaten him on the ground, like a wolf cub who killed a flock of sheep.

Although the result was directly different from what he expected, but he must not let it go.

Now that Liao Chu's eyes were red with blood, Chef Hu pulled it, but he didn't pull it, and he didn't listen to it.

Chef Hu frowned and clicked his tongue, and suddenly shouted, "Master!"

Liao Chu's fist raised in the air stopped suddenly.

Chef Hu took the opportunity to drag him up, lowered his voice and said viciously: "Don't make it difficult for the old man!"

That night.

The office of the chairman of the Old Taste Group.

Facing a group of malicious opponents, Liao Chu, who had never retreated before, lowered his head and bent over, feeling frustrated all over his body.

He was a little scared.

It's not that I regret that I shouldn't do it, but I'm afraid that the person behind the desk will be angry, and that the little warmth that I finally got is gone because of a momentary impulse.

"Did I ever tell you not to do it casually?"

An old man sat behind the rosewood table.

He is over 80 years old, his eyes are cloudy, and his breath is obviously unstable when he speaks, but his waist is still very straight.

Liao Chu nodded, half of his slightly bruised and purple face shook accordingly.

After all, the opponent has a lot of people and power, although he won the battle, he also suffered a few blows on his body.

"Then why are you still beating people?"

The old man asked again.

Liao Chu hesitated for a while without explaining, "I'm sorry."

The old man didn't speak, just stared at his lowered head.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Liao Chu, who couldn't wait for the answer, was frustrated again.

Why doesn't he scold me?

Or hit me up.

I got him into trouble, didn't I?

Liao Chu thought blankly.

Maybe he was too disappointed?So just don't bother to do it.

"I'll go back and pack my things."

Liao Chu pursed his lips, bowed vigorously to him, turned around and was about to go out.

"Stop." The old man tapped his cane on the ground, "What are you doing?"

Liao Chu didn't look back, and said sullenly: "I hit someone and caused you trouble, so let's go..."

The old man stood up, leaning on a cane, and walked to him step by step.

He knocked on the ground with some dissatisfaction, "A manly man, with his head on the ground and his feet on the ground, even if he dies, he will stand upright and die, who will show his head down?"

Liao Chu quickly stood up straight, but subconsciously lowered his head.

He was a little annoyed that he was too tall.

After standing up straight, the old man will raise his head to talk to him.

The old man suddenly smiled, "Those people have already told me the whole story without being scared. You are defending me, right? They did it first, right?"

Liao Chu's hands on his legs tightened suddenly, and he nodded.

The old man patted him on the shoulder, a little relieved, but also a little emotional.

"You are a good boy."

Liao Chu saw the emotions on his body, red and blue, joy, relief, disappointment and regret.

He was looking at himself, as if he wasn't looking at himself at all, but was looking at a very familiar person through himself.

But that person, let him down.

The old man quickly calmed down and waved his hand at him, "Go get some medicine and rub it on. After rubbing it, go back to rest. You have to go to work tomorrow."

Liao Chu looked at him in surprise, "But I..."

I got into a fight.

The old man snorted, "Men should be a little bit bloody. Could it be that they are being bullied to the point of being bullied to the point of being beaten with clenched fists?"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand impatiently, chasing people away like a chicken, "What are you doing with the stick, walk around, I'll block everything!"

Liao Chu suddenly became happy.

It seemed that there were some gentle seeds sprouting slightly in his long-dried heart.

Tender green shoots.

As for Chef Zhang and others, they beat others first, and then bullied the few with more, openly practiced workplace bullying, and even blatantly slandered the old man.

Not to mention, the old man directly took this opportunity to fire him and the two provocative minions.

The rest of them also received different punishments.

As for the head chef, another honest and honest one was promoted.

Overnight, the back kitchen was wiped out.

I don't know if it was the old man's instruction, but Chef Hu began to take Liao Chu by himself.

He is talented and willing to work hard. He is really a talent to be created. His only shortcoming is that he is young, too young.

Only 19!

It's okay to work alone in a simple environment, but in this kind of big environment, it also involves various links such as procurement and processing. Without experience, you really can't get along.

As an executive chef, I seldom cook in person.

They are more managers than chefs.

Not only to manage dozens of chefs, large and small, in the back kitchen, but also to participate in the planning and guide the business direction of the catering department.

you could put it that way:

A chef may not be able to open a restaurant, but an executive chef must be an excellent boss.

Chef Hu assigns Liao Chu to work intentionally or unintentionally, sometimes as a helper, sometimes as an errand.

A lot of odd jobs that seem to be unrelated to each other, but in fact they are very exercised.

The fledgling kid quickly went wrong.

One day, Chef Hu took out a crab from an open plastic bag, looked at the thick red rubber rope on it, and shook it in front of Liao Chu, "What is this?"

The young man who had never had any emotional fluctuations slowly blushed, a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed, "The ones he showed me didn't..."

It wasn't there when I installed it.

But somehow, it became like this.

He was deceived.

This realization made him angry.

Angry hawkers are not human, angry at themselves for not being careful enough.

Chef Hu didn't speak, he skillfully pinched the crab's legs to prevent it from moving, and quickly removed the rubber band and threw it on the small scale.

The electronic screen flicked a few times before finally freezing on an astonishing number.

Liao Chu couldn't sit still any longer, and turned his head to go out.

Is this selling rubber bands or crabs!

I will go to him!

Mr. Hu tugged at the back of his neck in a nonchalant manner, "How did you find someone? He just lied to you, but now he can still admit it? What if he doesn't admit it? You beat him up again."

The young man was a little discouraged, but he was still full of anger.

Chef Hu shook his head.

Although he looked calmer than ordinary young people, he was just entering this industry after all, and he really had to grind it out.

He took off his apron and everything, picked up the crabs that were just now, took a step outside, turned his head and said to the young man who stood still, "Wait for me to invite you!"

Liao Chu woke up like a dream, and Ma Liu followed.

Chef Hu drove the car himself, and the two walked through the streets and alleys, and then came to the original seafood market.

The crab seller saw Mr. Hu from a long distance away, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Liao Chu following behind him, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Chef Hu threw the bag of crabs onto his stall, "It's changed."

The man was embarrassed, and didn't dare to explain, so he quickly put on his clothes again.

While pretending, he whispered: "I really don't know it's Mr. Hu, your old apprentice. It's not that the flood has washed into the Dragon King Temple. My family doesn't recognize my family! This time it's my fault, I'm sorry, these are all no more money..."

It just went smoothly.

Liao Chu was a little surprised.

But it came back immediately.

The shadow of the tree of names.

Old Taste Restaurant has been the bellwether of Beijing cuisine for many years, and because they are strict in the selection of ingredients, as long as they choose, there will naturally be countless small restaurants and people below to follow suit, and the hawkers will not worry about sales.

Therefore, no one wants to offend.

Not to mention offending, I just wish I could confess as the God of Wealth.

Chef Hu pouted at Liao Chu, who went over and took it angrily.

The peddler smiled at Liao Chu and stuffed a few fat conch shells into it.

"Little brother, we don't know each other. You just come here in the future. I promise to give you the best."

Liao Chu subconsciously looked at Chef Hu.

The other party nodded, meaning that if you give it, you can continue, so he didn't throw out those few conch shells.

Chef Hu said to the hawker: "Whether it's our family or not, you have to correct this problem. Don't be fooled just because you look at the face, otherwise you will smash your own brand in the future. How many of your father's regular customers You took it all away."

The peddler responded vaguely.

Liao Chu looked at him, then at Chef Hu, and felt that there was something to be said.

As soon as the words fell, an aunt came over with a few people, including the city management, in a aggressive manner.

Carrying the same black plastic bag in her hand, she pointed to this side as she walked, and said angrily: "Comrade, that store over there is cheating, it's so deceitful!"

The hawker's face froze, and before he could speak, Chef Hu hurriedly took Liao Chu away.

Liao Chu's head was buzzing from this series of coquettish operations, as if he understood something, but also seemed to understand nothing.

Judging from Chef Hu's tone, he should have known that this peddler is used to cheating, but why didn't he remind himself before purchasing?

Is this a test?

If so, why did you deliberately say those words to yourself?

The old customer of the peddler's father was taken away by him...

I wonder if it was intentional?It always sounds like it has another meaning.

He tentatively looked at Chef Hu, but Chef Hu didn't speak, just drove quietly.

Liao Chu opened his mouth, but remained silent.

He grew up in an environment where no one had much patience, so he got used to not asking questions.

Chef Hu gave him a sideways glance, and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

Except for the few days during Chinese New Year, there is never a time when there is no traffic congestion in Beijing.

On the way back to the Old Taste Restaurant, there was no accident in a traffic jam.

Liao Chu was replaying today's events in his mind over and over again, thinking carefully to see if he could taste something else, when Chef Hu suddenly said softly: "It's easy to start a business, but difficult to keep it. Still have a lot to learn.”

Liao Chu was stunned for a moment, feeling that there was something in his words, but the other party refused to continue.

He is just a part-time worker, so what does it matter about starting a business or keeping a business?

After returning to the old taste restaurant, Liao Chu moved the crabs down to clean them again.

Chef Hu silently followed behind to watch, not talking much, occasionally pointing out a few words.

While watching, he sighed in his heart: the old man's vision is too poisonous.

This kid has amazing talent and solid basic skills.

It's rare to have savvy and understand by analogy.

Even if he has never touched it before, as long as he accidentally mentions it and gives him a look, he will firmly remember it without having to go through it a second time.

It hasn't been long since I came here, and the crispness with which I handle the ingredients can overwhelm the old employees.

It's not that he didn't see what the old man meant.

After working in the Old Taste Restaurant for so many years, he has saved enough money, and he should abdicate in two years.

Or simply retire early, or start a new stove by yourself...

But once he left, the rest of the people didn't agree with the old man.

Maybe there is no objection, but too much grass on the wall is always a bad thing.

The old man is getting old, the young master is ambitious, his eyes are higher than the sky, and his skills are thinner than paper...

Old Taste Restaurant is like an old house that is precarious in the wind and rain. No one knows how long it can last.

If only this kid could stand up to things...

Thinking of this, Chef Hu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Young, too young.

not enough time.

Even if he has more seniority, or just come a few days earlier...

However, there is always hope.

After those who wanted to be strong were kicked out, the back kitchen became more harmonious.

Many people with different thoughts seem to have finally realized belatedly that although the old man is getting old, a tiger is still a tiger without its sharp claws.

Even if they can't reproduce the past scenery, but killing them is like playing, so they all restrained themselves.

Liao Chu lived the most peaceful but also the most tiring days in his life.

I don't know what stimulated him, but Chef Hu forced him very hard.

Come in early and leave late every day, and practice basic skills alone.

I often go out to shop, or I like to take him out as a laborer when doing anything.

Thanks to this, his knowledge and various experiences have grown wildly.

It was the outsiders who could see it most clearly. The importance that the old man and Chef Hu attached to Liao Chu shocked everyone in the back kitchen.

What does it mean?

Do you want this brat to take over?

But how old is he?

Chefs are a place that likes to rank seniority. If you just look at age and seniority, Liao Chu really doesn't seem to have any qualifications.

But the people who work with him every day watch him move at an inhuman speed.

When I first came here, I was still a lone wolf, but now.In the past few months, he has already gained a bit of a posture of being alone.

Too fast, his growth rate is too fast, it is shocking.

Those who are talented are not afraid, and those who can enter the old taste basically have a little talent.

But be afraid, people who are more talented than you will work harder than you!

As a result, those chefs who were lazy and muddling along also felt a kind of invisible oppression, and they worked hard after a long absence.

However, this incentive is only short-lived.

After a few days, the energy of a group of people dissipated, and they started fishing for three days and drying nets for two days.

There is no reason for him, too tired.

Those who can get a place in the old taste restaurant are also considered famous figures when they go out. After being praised by others for so long, the tenacity of a group of people has long since softened. Who is willing to suffer so much?