After lunch at noon, Yang Zhongyuan and Cheng Weizhe took a lunch break in the back compartment.

The rainy season always makes people sleepy, and the two of them have been busy all morning and only have a rest at noon.

At the first moment of Shen Shi, Zhang Shu saw that the time was almost up, and then came to knock on the door: "Bosses, are you awake?"

In fact, Cheng Weizhe was not drowsy, but just enjoyed the time of resting with Yang Zhongyuan.

He glanced at Yang Zhongyuan who was still asleep, gently hugged him into his arms, and slowly patted his back with his right hand: "Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan, wake up."

His voice was very gentle, full of tenderness and sweetness, Yang Zhongyuan's long eyelashes moved, he curled his lips and patted his hand away.

Cheng Weizhe found it funny, knowing that he was unwilling to get up when he woke up, and he was playing with himself.

"Okay, okay." Cheng Weizhe lowered his head and found his full lips, allowing the breath of the two to blend together.

Yang Zhongyuan's breath was flustered by his kiss, but he didn't struggle, but lay obediently in his arms.

When the two finally separated, Yang Zhongyuan's cheeks were faintly red, and even his usually clear eyes were foggy: "Wake me up like this every day, you, really."

When Cheng Weizhe said this, he hugged him even harder, and he pressed against his ear and asked, "Then do you like it, or don't you like it?"

Yang Zhongyuan fell silent instantly when he was asked, and after a long time, he pinched his waist severely.

When the two of them tidied up and got out of the back compartment, Zhang Shu was still waiting at the door.

Seeing him, Yang Zhongyuan felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Xiao Shu, I'm sorry, we got up a little late, what's the matter?"

Zhang Shu seemed to be indifferent to himself for waiting for a moment, after hearing that, he just said indifferently: "Boss, there are a few more cooks coming to apply for the job today, do you want to meet?"

Although he is not as good as the weak crown, he is already considered a young man. He is usually very discerning when entertaining guests in the lobby, and he will not appear flattering when getting along with the boss. He is a very thoughtful person.

Because of his cleverness and winks, Cheng Weizhe is not in front at ordinary times, so he can rest assured to leave the matter to him.After opening for so long, Zhang Shu has been doing very well. Naturally, the wages he gets are much higher than other juniors.

As the saying goes, those who are capable work harder, and this is the truth.

When Yang Zhongyuan heard that there was a newcomer, he was immediately a little happy: "If someone comes to the door, we will naturally have to meet, Xiaoshu, invite someone to come in, and then close the front door."

Zhang Shunuo made a sound, turned and went to the front.

Cheng Weizhe followed Yang Zhongyuan out of the room, and asked him: "Master Yu can stand alone now?"

Yang Zhongyuan nodded, with a gratified expression on his face: "We are really lucky this time. With Master Yu's skill and talent, it is no problem to be a chef no matter where we go. I don't know what happened to Jinxiu Garden. Thinking about kicking him out."

Cheng Weizhe nodded, and the expression on his face softened: "He is so capable, when the other cooks have left their jobs, you should stop busy in the back kitchen and come to the front and watch the counter with me. From now on, when I'm not at home, I want you to worry a lot."

Although he was busy ahead, it was still better than cooking in the back kitchen. Before Yu Zhen was fully familiar with Fumanlou's recipes, Yang Zhongyuan almost fell asleep after taking a shower every day when he came home, which showed that he was extremely tired.

Cheng Weizhe felt sorry for him, but he couldn't help it, so he had to arrange the previous things to the best, so that he wouldn't worry too much.

Fortunately, Yu Zhen is a reliable person, and Yang Zhongyuan can finally take a rest.

The two chattered, and when they came to the front hall, they saw four or five people standing at the door, listening to Zhang Shu's speech.

Zhang Shu was very polite to each of them, and he also used honorifics when speaking. He was a person who knew the occasion very well.

Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan were quite satisfied with the sophomores hired in the shop, among which Xiao Shan and Zhang Shu were the best.Not only winking, but also eloquent, their restaurant is not big or small, but they also encounter various problems in the daily operation.

Among them, there are not many places where Cheng Weizhe can be bothered to do it himself. In the final analysis, Xiao Shan and Zhang Shu played a big role.

Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan had other thoughts about the two of them, but now not only are there not enough cooks, but even the waiters are not enough, they have just opened their business now, so we will have to wait until later if we have any other thoughts.

Although Zhang Shu was talking to the few people who came to apply for errands, he was still able to hear and see. When he saw the two of them, he immediately stopped what he was saying, and immediately turned around and walked up to the two bosses and said in a low voice: "Boss, The three on the left are master chefs, and the two on the right are mistresses, all of whom have worked in other homes."

In general shops, most of the shopkeepers like to find someone who has some experience. At least the owner doesn’t have to bother to teach him what to say and what not to say.And these people have no access to the most core things in the shop, so they are often exchanged, and everyone is used to it.

Cheng Weizhe saw that the two juniors were not very old, while two of the three cooks were in their thirties, and the remaining one was about the same age as Yu Zhen, and seemed much more stable.

Being a cook is not the same as being a waiter. A cook is the lifeblood of a restaurant. What a restaurant sells is the taste. Whether the cook is good or not is the key.

The reason why Fumanlou can do it so quickly is because of Yang Zhongyuan's excellent craftsmanship, and Yu Zhen's talent is indeed extremely high, and the other is that they keep improving the ingredients, and the service in the front hall is also top-notch.

When guests come to the restaurant to eat, what they want is to be delicious and comfortable. The most important thing is that a meal will be appropriate everywhere.

And Fumanlou can do just that.

So relatively, the requirements for cooks are relatively high.

Yang Zhongyuan doesn't ask them to be on the same level as Yu Zhen, but at least they must have a correct attitude towards ingredients.Even if the dishes are not the best, they must be clean and fresh, so that people can taste the taste and feel the hard work.

Many people will be grateful for the craftsmanship of their father or dad. Are all of them culinary geniuses?No, the meals that the elders cook for them are not necessarily delicious or delicate, but they are made with great care.

The most precious thing in the world is that heart.

Yang Zhongyuan cooks with all his heart. He doesn't say he strives for perfection, but he is close to it.Although you can't ask others to be the same as him, the food you handle must be fresh and clean. They have just opened Fumanlou, but they must maintain their own heart.

Whatever you have ever asked for, you have to work hard to achieve it.

Otherwise, what is the dream?

So when facing the three cooks, the first sentence Yang Zhongyuan asked was: "What do you think a cook is?"

His question seemed a bit biased, but it was still within normal limits, so the three cooks present were not surprised, but answered Yang Zhongyuan's questions one by one according to their age.

Among them, the oldest one said the most and the most complicated, but the youngest one said lightly: "The cook is to cook for others."

Even a layman like Cheng Weizhe was attracted by his answer.

Indeed, if the cook doesn't cook for others, why should he hold the job of the patriarch?This sentence is simple and simple, but it has a profound meaning.

Yang Zhongyuan and Cheng Weizhe looked at each other, Cheng Weizhe nodded, and Yang Zhongyuan said: "Anyway, it's not time for dinner, are you free? If you are free, please come to the kitchen to cook a special dish."

The three cooks nodded and said they had plenty of free time.

Since they all came out to look for work, it must be that the previous family couldn't do it anymore. Could it be that they don't have time?

Yang Zhongyuan bowed his head and said a few words to Cheng Weizhe, then went to change into an old clothes and came to the back kitchen, watching the three master chefs busy.

Yu Zhen would go home after dinner every day to take care of the two fathers, but he was not around at this time.However, the three apprentices were all there, and they had studied with Yang Zhongyuan for a long time, and they admired this young ladle master very much, and were willing to get close to him.

Yang Zhongyuan asked them to help the three masters in the kitchen, and he picked up a bench and sat at the door of the back kitchen.

His position is the best, he can clearly see how everyone is doing the work, from picking ingredients to changing the garnishes, and finally to frying in the wok, every step is very important.

Not long after, a burst of fragrance wafted from the back kitchen, and Cheng Weizhe also lifted the curtain, and came to Yang Zhongyuan's side to watch together.

"How about Xiaoer?" Yang Zhongyuan took the hot tea from him and said with a smile.

Cheng Weizhe seemed a little relaxed, he said: "One is more clever, I will stay and let Sancai go upstairs tomorrow. Recently, there are not enough private rooms upstairs, and Xiaoshan is working too hard by himself."

Yang Zhongyuan was usually busy in the back kitchen, and he didn't know much about the things ahead, so he was surprised and said: "He waits on so many private rooms by himself, why didn't he say that he is too busy?"

Cheng Weizhe shook his head, but said: "Because he came here by himself, so he didn't come to see me, Xiao Yuan, he is a good boy."

They separated four small rooms and four large rooms on the second floor. Even if there were not many things to do in the small room, there were at least eight tables. It's really hard to do everything well.

Cheng Weizhe's sentence is good, definitely not an exaggeration.

Yang Zhongyuan was about to answer his words, but he saw that the youngest person in charge of the spoon had already walked over with the dishes. He pulled Cheng Weizhe's sleeve and called him to the outside room: "Let's go outside and talk."

In the short time just now, he had already taken into account the techniques and habits of each of them, and the other two had also started to make trouble. He continued to stare here, which seemed to be too fussy.

The young cook didn't say much, followed him to the outside in silence, and presented the best dishes he had made with both hands.

Yang Zhongyuan and Cheng Weizhe looked at the table and were a little surprised.

It's not that the cook in charge is so good, or how mouth-watering the dishes are, but that his presentation is really gorgeous.

The phoenix carved out of radish stands on a stone disguised as a potato, and is flying high. I don't know how he carved it so delicately in such a short period of time. Every feather of the phoenix is ​​even displayed individually.

Not to mention lifelike, but also really lifelike.

And the stir-fried pork he made also looks quite good, the meat slices are very thin, the peppers are also cut beautifully, and there are even only a few slices of carrot as a side dish, and the size of each slice is actually the same.

Yang Zhongyuan and Cheng Weizhe looked at each other, he picked up the chopsticks first, and took one of them into the mouth.

The sliced ​​meat was tender yet extremely spicy.

As soon as he took his mouth, the spicy taste immediately filled his mouth. Yang Zhongyuan swallowed a sip of tea while holding back the choked tears, only then did he see two small red peppers dotted on the end of the dish.

"Isn't this a decoration?" Cheng Weizhe asked the chef while patting Yang Zhongyuan's back.

The head of the spoon shook his head, and said dullly: "Every dish I cook can be eaten."

After hearing this, Yang Zhongyuan stopped coughing suddenly, his expression gradually became serious, he stood up and asked him: "I don't know the name of this master Gao?"

He would ask, which meant that he had taken a fancy to the skill of this young cook. The cook knew it in his heart, but his face was still calm, and he just said: "My surname is Zhao, and my name is Ling Feng."

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