Super Zoo

Hearing is false, seeing is believing. The meaning of the word "okay" is really rich. What the foreigner Si Bei'er calls "okay" is a delicacy in the eyes of ordinary people, but what the beggar calls "okay" may not even be eaten by dogs. There is a world of difference.

Nangong still has to go to work today, so he goes first. Su Ming takes Nangong Huang to the small kitchen of the zoo, where there are ready-made pots, pans, ingredients and seasonings, so that he can show his skills on the spot.

The two aunts in the kitchen saw Su Ming coming, and their faces were full of smiles, "Leader, are you here to inspect the work? Don't worry, since you took office, our zoo has never been short of money. The kitchen has always been well funded. We will make sure all comrades are well fed!"

Another aunt took a small notebook and opened it like a treasure. Every page was full of words. The aunt introduced it in detail: "Director, look, this is the detailed purchase account for each day, the menu for the day..."

These two aunts are in their forties and fifties. They come from rural areas and don't know how to use computers. They still keep accounts and write recipes with pen and paper.

Su Ming was not in a hurry to let Nangong Huang cook, but he carefully read a few pages of accounts, praised the two aunts, and then explained his purpose.

"Well, Director, you are busy, we will wait outside, and you can call us sometimes."

Nangong Huang took the small account book, turned two pages boredly, threw it aside, and said with disdain: "Brother-in-law, I heard from my sister that you, who earn tens of millions a year, still care about these hundreds of dollars? This is too stingy."

"It's not a question of whether I care or not, but whether these two aunts care or not." Su Ming shook his head and smiled. The two aunts are the most basic employees of the zoo. They usually don't have the opportunity to deal with "big leaders" like themselves. It's rare for them to come to the kitchen on their own initiative. It's reasonable for them to take the initiative to show their work achievements in front of him.

"I don't understand, tell me." Nangong Huang asked curiously.

"The zoo's accounts are managed by professional accountants, so I don't need to worry about them. I don't eat in the canteen either, so it doesn't matter whether I look at this account or not. But if I didn't look at it just now, or looked at it carelessly, it would dampen their enthusiasm for work." Su Ming said.

"I seem to understand it a little, but I don't quite understand it." Nangong Huang scratched his head.

"For example, if you do something that makes you famous, you go home excitedly and tell your dad about it. You thought your dad would praise you, but your dad doesn't care after listening to you, and just says "oh" and goes to take a shower. How do you feel?" Su Ming said with a smile.

"My dad?! He has never praised me since I was a child!" Nangong Huang put his hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans and shook his body, "But I don't think I have done anything to show off."

"It's very good to be a hero saving a beautiful woman, but next time you should pay attention to the way and method." Su Ming patted Nangong Huang on the shoulder, "Okay, go and cook a dish for me to try."

"Okay! Actually, brother-in-law, I won't hide it from you. Although I am not good at theoretical courses, my cooking skills are still good." Nangong Huang was obviously a little excited after being praised by Su Ming. He searched in the kitchen excitedly for a while, and finally found a pork chop and some ginger.

"Brother-in-law, let me make some sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Okay." Su Ming nodded, dragged a chair over, lit a cigarette, and sat down to watch Nangong Huang cook.

Nangong Huang pulled an apron and tied it on. He quickly chopped the pork chops into two-inch pieces and blanched them in water. He used this time to cut the onions, ginger, garlic and other ingredients. The whole process looked quite professional. He was indeed a professional who graduated from the Oriental Chef Training School. He had the demeanor of a chef on TV.

It seems that this kid has learned a lot in the past few years. At least he has mastered the basic skills of a chef. He is from a police family and did not go to the police academy but went to the chef school. There is a reason. It is said that he has liked cooking since he was a child. He can only stay focused when cooking. He is only enthusiastic about other things for three minutes and can't do it for a long time.

Nangong Huang cooked from beginning to end, with a cigarette in his mouth. The stove below was smoking, and his mouth was also smoking. The ash was getting longer and longer. Su Ming was very worried that it would fall into the pot.

After the last ten minutes of low heat to reduce the sauce, Nangong Huang added a spoonful of balsamic vinegar to the wok, turned off the fire, shook the handle of the wok, put the sweet and sour pork ribs in the wok on a plate, sprinkled some pre-cut green onions, and brought it to Su Ming.

"Try it, brother-in-law." Nangong Huang took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage and handed it over, then wiped his hands on his apron, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"It looks good!" Su Ming first gave a thumbs up. The sweet and sour pork ribs in front of him were still steaming and smelled sweet. The thick sauce and the ribs blended together, combined with the emerald green onions, it looked very appetizing.

Judging from the three aspects of color, aroma and taste, the color and aroma are definitely above the average level, and there is no problem in being an ordinary chef.

Su Ming picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

The taste of the sweet and sour sauce melted in his mouth, making people unable to resist biting the small ribs wrapped in the sauce...bite it...

Hmm? I couldn't bite it hard.

Use some force, bite it again!

OK, I bit it open smoothly. After chewing it for a few times, the ribs were like rubber, stubbornly resisting the attack of the teeth, but unfortunately, the arms couldn't twist the thighs, and they died in Su Ming's mouth.

The ribs also left traces of struggle in Su Ming's mouth... There were a lot of meat shreds stuck in the gaps between the teeth. Commonly known as, stuck teeth.

"How is it, brother-in-law?" Nangong Huang asked.

"I'll try another piece." Su Ming found another slightly smaller piece.

It tastes similar to the one just now.

Su Ming put down his chopsticks and said: "There are three types of color, flavor and flavor. A perfect score of 100 points. I can give you 80 points for color and aroma. As for the taste, I can barely get 60 points." Su Ming found a toothpick and picked out the meat between the teeth one by one. Si, said vaguely: "It's too old to burn."

This pork rib is not delicious to say the least, but it is cooked too old, which affects the taste. Even Su Ming can taste it, let alone some picky eaters. If it were an ordinary family, or a street food stall, it would be enough to eat, but if you open a serious restaurant, even if the customers don't drop their plates, they won't come back to eat again next time.

"Sixty points is not bad, you passed." Nangong Huang flicked the ashes of the cigarette in his hand carelessly: "Anyway, cooking is not my strong point."

"Then what are your strengths?" Su Ming asked.

As a chef, cooking is not your strong point, so what is your strong point?

Could it be that he is the legendary person who is the best at singing among chefs and the best at cooking among singers?

Nangong Huang stood up, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, and asked, "Do you have any wine?"

"Yes." There are always several boxes of red and white beer in the small warehouse behind the kitchen in case of entertaining customers or having internal dinners.

This guy's forte is drinking?

Su Ming thought to himself what kind of virtue he had accumulated in his previous life. God actually sent him such a top-notch "smoking and drinking" brother-in-law.

However, the scene that happened next made Su Ming look at Nangong Huang with admiration!

He selected two kinds of wine from the warehouse, a bottle of mineral water, and a few small pieces of lemon fruit. He also took a box of frozen ice cubes from the refrigerator, laid them out in rows on the table, and found a few at random. An empty glass with a long mouth was used to mix several types of wine together. After a series of dizzying movements, several types of wine were mixed in the cup with distinct layers. Nangong Huang casually inserted an open lemon into the mouth of the cup and put the cup Pushed in front of Su Ming.

"Are you a bartender?" Su Ming had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running around before. Su Ming still knew what he was doing just now.

"I taught myself." Nangong Huang said with a proud look on his face: "I have always wanted to open a bar by myself, but I just didn't have the money. My dad refused to support me. Brother-in-law, I'm not bragging. My bartending skills are better than those in our school. It’s definitely top notch, and the bartenders in several famous bars in the city are not as good as me.”

When it comes to bartending, the key is technique, but taste is not that important. The vast majority of people, even old drunkards who drink frequently, cannot actually tell whether the proportions of several types of wine are appropriate and what the taste and quality are. Su Ming couldn't even tell the difference. Judging from Nangong Huang's technique just now, it was like a magic trick, quite eye-catching.

Unexpectedly, he had this ability. Su Ming thought about it and said, "Well, Tingfeng Pavilion has five floors in total. The lower two floors can be used as restaurants, and the third floor can be turned into a small bar. I hired you, you Go take charge of this bar.”

This boy is quite handsome, and with the Nangong family’s genes there, Nangong Huang can’t be ugly even if he wants to be. If he takes the route of a handsome boy and combines it with good bartending skills, he will definitely attract a large number of girls. .

And it can be seen that Nangong Huang is interested in this industry. When he was cooking the ribs just now, he was holding a cigarette from start to finish and was just doing it casually. But when he was mixing drinks, not only was he not smoking, but his entire attention was focused on the wine, and he was very involved.

Interest is the best teacher. Even a person who doesn't know how to bartend can still learn well as long as he is interested. What's more, his own foundation is very good.

Su Ming rarely goes to bars, but he has seen bartenders mixing drinks on TV. Nangong Huang's current skills may not be worse than those on TV.

When he heard that he could manage an entire bar, even a small bar, Nangong Huang was overjoyed and exclaimed: "It's true!"

"Of course it's true, but..." Su Ming drawled his voice, tilted his head, and looked at Nangong Huang carefully.

"Brother-in-law, why are you staring at me like this?" Nangong Huang was heartbroken when Su Ming stared at him, and he swallowed, "You... you're not gay, are you? Do you want to make unspoken rules for me?"

"Unspoken rules, you big-headed ghost!" Su Ming rolled his eyes and pointed at his colorful hair, "I tell you, work seriously and seriously. I will dye your head full of pheasant feathers back. If you have any earrings, take them off. In short, when you look like a human being, you will be allowed to run the bar."

Even for a place like a bar that is full of fashion, Nangong Huang's look is too much. It is not fashion at all, but just like the haircut and perm of the 1990s, which is vulgar and tacky.

"Brother-in-law told me earlier, it scared me." Nangong Huang took a long breath, touched his hair, and looked a little reluctant, and muttered: "Actually, the way I am now is pretty good."

Su Ming ignored him, turned around and walked out of the kitchen, and said calmly: "It's up to you. You can either prepare yourself and run the bar; or you can continue as you are now, and I'll find you a new job as a chef."