Chapter 352 Our store is lacking someone with this kind of personality!

"Does that mean he values ​​it? That's the master's eye." Wan Yuyue muttered softly.

"Ahem! Junior sister, you and Senior Brother Nie stayed in the restaurant together for a shorter time than I did, only half a year, how come you still remember it?" Yun Yongyuan saw Gu Shanfeng was about to curse again and quickly interrupted him.

"Because I talked to him, but he ignored me."

"How is that possible! Xiao Nie is not such a rude child." Gu Shanfeng immediately waved his hand.

"Sister Wan, what did you say to him that made him ignore you?" Lu Hongwen rolled his eyes and looked at Wan Yuyue suspiciously.

"I said he's good-looking."

Gu Shanfeng was stunned and looked at Wan Yuyue in confusion. "She's pretty?"

"Yeah, like Song Xiaobao, if he's not good at cooking, he can still become a comedian. Isn't it good for God to chase after his face and give him food?"

There was a moment of silence at the lively dinner table.

Su Yuchen glanced at Wan Yuyue silently, with a bit more admiration in his eyes.

"Master Gu, I think it's okay. Let him come for an interview and have him cook two dishes. If he does well, he can start work directly." Zhao Xiaojing looked at Wan Yuyue with a worried look and decided the matter immediately.

"Okay, I'll call him later. Actually, he's not that exaggerated. He can still listen to normal people's words. He's just too lazy to talk nonsense and is more stubborn in his professional field... It's not that he is stubborn, it's just, it's just..." Gu Shanfeng was so upset that his emotions were incoherent. He thought for a long time and wanted to explain a few words but couldn't find the right words.

"It cannot be violated." Yun Yongyuan said.

"Yes, yes, it must not be violated!" Gu Shanfeng patted Yun Yongyuan with satisfaction.

"Take the example of him refusing to go to the restaurant because he doesn't like Lao Huo. Lao Huo is my partner, and while he certainly doesn't know how to cook, he's still the boss after all. If he makes some unprofessional suggestions, why not explain them properly or just brush them off and then tell me about it later? Most people wouldn't have a direct conflict, but Xiao Nie can't.

Old Huo complained that Xiao Nie's white-cut chicken was bland and suggested adding some seasoning next time. Xiao Nie would simply say that the dish was meant to have the original flavor of the chicken and that adding more was impossible. The two of them started arguing head-on. Finally, Old Huo accused Xiao Nie of being disrespectful, and Xiao Nie said Old Huo was giving him nonsense and that he didn't even want to stay in the restaurant anymore. "Ah!"

"He has principles! Let him come." Su Yuchen smiled brightly, secretly raised an eyebrow at Zhao Xiaojing, and whispered quietly while picking up food, "Look at Sister Yue, this guy is really Master Gu's eyeball. It's worth it to dig him up. Isn't he just aloof? Our restaurant needs someone with such a personality!"

Zhao Xiaojing curled the corners of her mouth deeply.

That's right, the people in the shop are becoming more and more lively and noisy, and Wan Yuyue is even more excited after seeing Gu Shanfeng. They just need someone with such a cool personality to calm the atmosphere.

After lunch, everyone cleaned up the leftovers on the table and left. The three people in the kitchen were cutting vegetables while waiting for Gu Shanfeng silently.

After finishing his meal, Gu Shanfeng couldn't wait to run to make a phone call. It went without saying that it was to Nie Xiuqi.

"Hey, who do you think is better in cooking between Yanzhu and my junior sister?" Wan Yuyue finished cutting a plate of duck gizzards and poked Yun Yongyuan while she was putting them on the plate.

"Junior sister." Yun Yongyuan didn't even raise his head.

"Why are you so sure? When Eyeball left the restaurant, didn't the master say he had already started learning how to make Song Sao's fish soup?"

"Because you chirped too loudly, my junior sister could hear it." Yun Yongyuan finished cutting all the side dishes in front of him, calmly glanced at Zhao Xiaojing who had already finished cutting the vegetables and was staring at Wan Yuyue, and smiled.

"How dare a mere Mrs. Song's fish soup compare with Junior Sister's pot-roasted pork elbow?! Junior Sister is of course the best!" Wan Yuyue turned around smoothly and said righteously to the air.

Song Sao Fish Soup? It seemed to be the legendary Crab Soup. Zhao Xiaojing vaguely remembered seeing it when she was learning about various cuisines. Which cuisine was it?

"He said he would be here soon, and if he's willing, he could start work tomorrow!" Just as Zhao Xiaojing was about to ask about this dish, Gu Shanfeng's slightly excited voice came from the front hall. Then the door curtain was lifted, and Gu Shanfeng walked in, rubbing his hands with a happy look on his face.

"He was originally hesitating, wondering whether to try a small restaurant with a simple staff. Isn't this a coincidence? I was worried that he was used to working in a big restaurant and wouldn't want to come, so I wanted to have a good talk with him! This kid probably knows his own shortcomings and is afraid of dealing with all those interpersonal relationships!"

"Master Gu, what kind of dish is Mrs. Song's fish soup?" Zhao Xiaojing's mind was full of new dishes, and she didn't care about the legendary Nie Xiuqi. As soon as she saw Gu Shanfeng, she hurriedly asked.

"Oh, it's a Zhejiang dish. The main ingredients are mandarin fish, ham, and some bamboo shoots, mushrooms, etc. It's made into a soup. We used to have it in our restaurant, but it's no longer available."

"Taken off the shelves? Why?" Zhao Xiaojing asked puzzledly.

"Because the chef who made this dish has passed away, there's no one making it anymore. But you can still serve it if you want. It's not a particularly strict or detail-oriented dish, and there's not even a specific recipe. But every restaurant has their own signature dish, and no one's researching it."

"Is it a folk dish?" With the competition approaching, Zhao Xiaojing had recently begun to cram in the characteristics and particularities of various cuisines. When Gu Shanfeng mentioned that there was no recipe, Zhao Xiaojing instantly realized what was going on.

Unlike official cuisine and traditional dishes, where every move is exquisitely crafted and every detail must be exactly the same, folk dishes are generally made with local ingredients and local products. Due to the gap between the rich and the poor, each family cooks their dishes differently, so they use whatever they have. There is no such thing as an authentic method, and there is no specific inheritance. The main ingredients only need to be the same.

However, for a folk dish to become a famous Zhejiang cuisine among the eight major cuisines, it must have its own uniqueness and irreplaceability.

"Yes, it's a folk dish. That's why every time Lao Cai makes this dish, he always likes to tell some irrelevant folk history, hehe." Gu Shanfeng smiled happily.

"I suspect that Master Cai doesn't like to cook this dish and made it up for fun." After Gu Shanfeng said this, Yun Yongyuan also laughed.

"What kind of unofficial history is this? It's better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. Tell us quickly!" Wan Yuyue urged Yun Yongyuan, pulling his sleeve.

"Master Cai said this dish was handed down from the Song Dynasty. He said that at that time, a woman named Song Sao opened a random roadside stall and stewed a fish. The fish was fishy and full of bones. Song Gaozong happened to be passing by to eat. After ordering it and tasting it, he thought it was unpalatable and wanted to punish Song Sao, the dishonest merchant. However, when he found out that she was from Bianjing, his fellow villager, he gave up and just gritted his teeth and praised the fish as delicious, just like his life.

Later, when Song Sao heard that it was the emperor, she immediately put up a sign saying that the emperor loved the food when he came. Customers came to try it one after another. Once they tasted it, they were shocked. How could it be so bad? They wanted to vomit but didn’t dare to, and wanted to curse but didn’t dare to. After all, this restaurant has the emperor’s endorsement. If you criticize this dish, wouldn’t that be the same as questioning the emperor’s taste?