"What a good vain case. What you Su Cai’s kitchen lacks the most now is probably such a good vain case, right?"

After eating two Goubuli buns, Huang Mingju picked up a cup of top-quality Tieguanyin specially sent by Liu Changqing and drank slowly. When Liu Changqing saw Mr. Huang coming, he hurriedly sent him and Lu Luxin to his office respectfully. He wanted to take this opportunity to ask Mr. Huang for some cooking skills, but the old man waved his hand and sent him.

In the eyes of this old man, except for Zhou Dong's Goubuli, all the breakfast provided by the breakfast department is garbage that cannot be entered.

As for the chefs of Jiuzhou Dingshi... In addition to the girl in front of me and the boy named Zhou, they are also guys who are not on the table. What about Jiuzhou Eight Dings, it is more powerful than garbage.

The old man looked at Liu Changqing who left disappointed, shook his head and said, "I heard that Xiao Liu was intern at Su Chushuitai, why was he abducted by Xiao Liu? Where are your senior brother's eyes?"

"Isn't this Liu Changqing forgetting his righteousness when he sees profit!"

The more Lu Luxin thought about it, the more angry she became, so she said the matter in full: "Old man, do you think he does this kind of thing?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong with Xiao Liu?"

Huang Mingqiao shook his head and smiled, "Can our business get better in the end? Isn't it a chef yet?

Xiao Liu is the leader of the breakfast department, so he must be responsible for the people in the breakfast department. However, Xiao Zi Zhou is good at making buns, even I am rare in my life. Such a talent is not something he can do to stay!

Why, don’t you agree? If you don’t agree, you will find a way to pull Boy Zhou back. Hasn’t he yet left Su Chu completely? You are known as the tough guy in Jiuzhou Dingshi. Don’t tell me that you have no choice. That will make me very disappointed with you."

Lu Luxin thought for a while and said, "Old man, Zhou Dongshui Taibai's kung fu is top-notch. Yesterday I found that his knife skills were no worse than mine.

This is really strange. Just how can Qingxiang teach a student like him?

You said, which of the eight sects is he inherited?"

"Well... the kung fu on the water platform is the method of the word "jing". The kung fu on the white table is the "he" fu?

You also said that his knife skills are so good. He has such knife skills at this age. I am afraid that the chef school will not be able to teach it. Is it related to the word "大"?

It's interesting, this kid is quite mysterious, and he actually stumped me."

Huang Mingju smiled and said, "But since they refuse to say it, why are you thinking about these things? Do you know whether it is so important to know his origin?

You are also a descendant of the Eight Sects. Don’t you know what happened thirty years ago?

Because of the "national cuisine" dispute, the old guys who lived in seclusion in major cuisines blushed one by one, and the conflicts accumulated over the years broke out. It was also because of the incident that they had a very unhappy relationship with each other and even planted grudges. It was understandable that he refused to explain the origin.

If I ask me, the past will be over, and all the eight or nine gates are obsessed with it!

You are young, don’t be so confused.”

Lu Luxin nodded: "Okay, old man, I'll write it down. No matter what his background is, I'll just find a way to get him to Su Chu's white desk. Anyway, he's still a member of our Shuitai."

"That's right..."

Huang Mingju laughed: "I have drunk enough tea, and I have to go back and take a nap, and I have to get up early tomorrow to queue up."

"Old man, if you show your identity, Zhou Dong should have made an exception, right?"

Lu Luxin was a little reluctant to give up her beauty sleep, but Goubuli Baozi was even more reluctant to give up. If the old man was willing to come forward, she might not be able to get along with him.

"it's useless."

Huang Mingju shook his head and said, "You are a girl with a first-class talent, but you don't have enough insights. I dare not say anything else for those who can make such buns. I'm afraid that the skills on the white desk are already short of the way...

How could a person who studies cooking skills carefully and seeks the truth be bound by his secular identity?

In the eyes of others, I am the king of Suzhou food and a famous chef. I don’t know how many people want to ask me for some advice and taste the dishes they cook. But in the eyes of this young friend Zhou, I am probably just an ordinary consumer.

So, I won’t touch this nail..."

***

Zhou Dong has been discussed behind his back for many times these days, but he has never sneezed with ears. But now he suddenly sneezed three times in a row, and the root of his ears is still getting hot.

"Haha, Master Zhou, a handsome guy like you should be the most resistant to the discussion behind people's backs. Even you sneeze? Oh, your ears are red. How many people are praising you behind your back? This is going to be popular!"

"See what you said, if Master Zhou is not famous for his ability, it would be unreasonable!"

"Master Zhou, do you have a girlfriend? My elder sister's niece is the school beauty of Jinling Art School. She is as tender as hot tofu that has just been cooked. Her eyebrows and eyes are so handsome... Do you want my elder sister to introduce you to me?"

The chefs in the inner chef smiled and approached Zhou Dong, and they all spoke enthusiastic words, as if Zhou Dong had only been here for three days, but had been here for three years.

This is diligence, and what is important is hard power. The masters of the breakfast department are now convinced by Zhou Dong. Not to mention anything else, the flow of this morning alone is five or six times that of the usual one!

Don’t underestimate the fifty-cage Goubuli buns. Although they don’t produce much flow, they add a lot of popularity to the breakfast department. They also sell a lot of other breakfasts. Who is unhappy? The bonus at the end of the month is real money.

If Liu Changqing didn’t come to find Zhou Dong, the leader must have the wisdom of the leader. If you want to praise an employee, you must never be in front of everyone. This is too easy for employees to find benchmarks and form small groups.

Moreover, Mr. Huang didn't explain anything before leaving. He was a technician after all, so there was no need to take it upon himself to ask Zhou Dong to open a back door for Mr. Huang. The old man's temper was very strange, and maybe this flattery would slap the horse's legs.

However, Lu Luxin came over and said with a smile: "Master Zhou, the buns you made are so good. Even President Huang from our Chudu Cooking Association praised them all the time after eating them.

He said he would come to queue up tomorrow."

Zhou Dong nodded: "Well, it's good for the old man to develop the habit of getting up early, and he is healthier."

“…”

Lu Luxin was convinced, and she had to say that she was the old man. Zhou Dong was indeed such a person and was a person who was devoted to "seeking the truth".

So I immediately changed the topic and said, "By the way, I want to ask if you want to work in Baike? You can continue with the Baike in Sucai Back Kitchen. Baike in Sucai also needs talents like you very much.

I will say that the monk chef will give you better treatment."

Zhou Dong didn't answer her words because the system prompt sounded at this moment: "Ding! The host was praised by local experts, with a value of 1,000, and a recipe provided by the system was also received.'

Zhou Dong was stunned. This President Huang is not simple. He added 1,000 after the appreciation value, and there was no need to draw a treasure chest. The system directly gave the recipe?

‘Host, the simplest food is often the most complicated, but this time it is not fried rice.

Intermediate recipe: Secret egg pancakes.

It is the "noble" in the egg cake! It is the simplest and most perfect combination of color and taste!’

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Chapter completed!