Chapter 394 Do you still want to cook in the restaurant?

Wan Yuyue and Yun Yongyuan took two steps back, looked at Zhao Xiaojing's gloves in horror, and began to retch while holding onto the wall.

???

Zhao Xiaojing was confused again, looking down at herself. "Why, do you think I'm going to vomit?"

"It's not you, but could you please go further away..."

"Take the gloves off!"

Gloves? Zhao Xiaojing looked at the blood-stained gloves and looked at their faces with a look of realization. "Is that dumpling meal Dazhuang mentioned still hurting you two?"

"Mom, I can't see any fish today!" Wan Yuyue wailed.

"Blood and internal organs are not allowed either!" Yun Yongyuan covered his eyes.

"Pfft." Although Zhao Xiaojing's happiness was never based on the suffering of others, this didn't apply to these two boastful people. "How about trying meltdown therapy? Face whatever you're afraid of, and I'll let you two cut open that fish?"

"How about you kill me?"

"And you want to dissect me too?"

Zhao Xiaojing laughed out loud, stopped teasing the two of them, put on gloves and returned to the pool.

This time the two were well behaved and no longer turned their heads to look over here. Zhao Xiaojing was happy that no one was watching. While scraping the scales on the front of the fish, she used the quick module to clean the scales on the back and the belly of the fish.

After a while, the whole fish became clean and smooth. Zhao Xiaojing put the removed fish waste into a garbage bag and tied it tightly. She cleaned the sink with gloves and threw the garbage bag out. She opened the window to prevent the two from seeing the fish or smelling the fishy smell and getting PTSD again.

"Fish jerky slices into fish fillets?" Nie Xiuqi saw Zhao Xiaojing washed the fish and placed the freshly fried vegetables next to it, then picked up the fish body and prepared to start.

"Yes, give me the fillets after you finish slicing them, and you can prepare the fish bones." Zhao Xiaojing picked up her chopsticks and tasted Nie Xiuqi's dish, nodding in approval. "It's good this time. Just cut the lotus root a little thinner."

Unlike Wan Yuyue's extremes of good and bad, and Yun Yongyuan's steady progress, Nie Xiuqi had been a chef for a long time and had developed his own cooking system. Many aspects and key points were instantly understood, and he could achieve success with just a few words, but this was limited to adjusting small details, such as the order in which the scallion oil was added, or the amount of seasoning.

However, if you are relearning a dish that you have been cooking for a long time, the entire cooking method will have to be greatly changed, and it will be difficult to adjust. The learning time will be twice as long as Yun Yongyuan's.

But in fact, as far as his cooking skills are concerned, it is not a big problem to follow his original habits and methods. It is just a little worse than the systematic recipe.

Zhao Xiaojing found this almost acceptable, and she also believed that there was no need for everyone in the restaurant to cook according to the same method. Every chef had his or her own unique tricks, and it was better to have a variety of them. However, after several chefs tasted hers, they all thought her cooking was good and wanted to learn her method, so she let them do it.

Anyway, as time goes by and you are exposed to more things, you will naturally form your own system.

But to be honest, Nie Xiuqi was a bit underemployed working in her restaurant, even though his salary was not low.

But after all, he has been working as a chef in a restaurant for four or five years, unlike Yun Yongyuan and Wan Yuyue who have just finished their internship, and people like himself who have cooked for decades in their previous life but are only proficient in making home-cooked meals.

"Senior Brother Nie, do you still want to cook in the restaurant?" Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaojing turned her head and asked.

"Dang!" The kitchen knife in Nie Xiuqi's hand shook violently and fell on the chopping board. At the same time, Nie Xiuqi quickly shook his hand away, and the fingers of his left hand immediately began to bleed.

"Hey, rinse it quickly. I'll get you some iodine." Zhao Xiaojing quickly ran to the front hall, took out the iodine and Band-Aids that were always available at the cash register, and ran back.

"It's okay, the wound isn't deep." Yun Yongyuan stood aside and breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Nie Xiuqi's wound.

"What can make you so excited? You even resorted to self-harm." Wan Yuyue tilted her head and looked at Nie Xiuqi in surprise.

Nie Xiuqi avoided his gaze and stared at Yun Yongyuan's finger, where he was helping him put a Band-Aid, without saying a word.

The wound on the finger was not too deep. After rinsing it with water and pressing it with a cotton swab dipped in iodine for a while, the bleeding stopped. After putting on a Band-Aid, Nie Xiuqi returned to the chopping board and continued slicing the fish without saying a word.

Yun Yongyuan and Wan Yuyue were obviously used to it, and didn't care about Nie Xiuqi's silence. They dispersed and went back to do their own things.

Zhao Xiaojing followed him back to the operating table. Seeing that Nie Xiuqi was slicing very slowly and seemed uneasy, she hurriedly pushed the fish head in front of her and said, "Let me fillet it. You just take the fish head, cut it open with a knife, and pat it lightly."

"No need." Nie Xiuqi shook his head, and his hands moved faster again, so Zhao Xiaojing didn't insist.

But after a while, Zhao Xiaojing caught a glimpse of Nie Xiuqi's speed slowing down again, and even stopped.

"boss."

Zhao Xiaojing was just about to tell him not to be so stubborn, but Nie Xiuqi looked straight ahead, not even looking at Zhao Xiaojing, and spoke.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Huh? No, everything is fine." Zhao Xiaojing looked at Nie Xiuqi strangely.

"I know I have a weird personality."

"I'm just looking inward for more. Didn't I say last time that everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses? I know all of them and accept them. Who's saying that behind my back?"

"...You just now... weren't you going to fire me?" Nie Xiuqi turned his head cautiously and glanced at Zhao Xiaojing.

"When did I say…" Zhao Xiaojing was stunned, then her words trailed off, instantly realizing this was a misunderstanding. "When I asked you just now, I didn't mean to fire you. I was worried that our restaurant was too small and limited, and you wouldn't be able to stay here. I wanted you to persevere, practice your cooking, and stay here peacefully. We'll open the restaurant, too."

"Yes, is it?"

"Yes!" Zhao Xiaojing smiled helplessly. "The profit from making rice topped with gravy is limited. We said before that we would definitely expand the store. But after you came, the sense of urgency became even stronger. After all, before, it was just me, Senior Brother Yun and Senior Sister Wan. They still need to practice more! But you are different. I am afraid that you will run away. I want you to stay steady and teach them more. When the competition is over, I will start planning to open a new store."

Nie Xiuqi's expression relaxed, and he looked away awkwardly. "Every time my boss wanted to fire me, they asked if I wanted to try another restaurant. I thought..."

"It's my fault. I didn't explain clearly and caused you to get stabbed in the hand for nothing. This was such a misunderstanding!"

After explaining the matter clearly, both of them felt a little guilty. Just as they were in a subtle awkwardness, Wan Yuyue's voice whispering loudly reached their ears.

"Do you think she did this on purpose? Is she playing hard to get? Now she has my eyeball firmly in her hand."

"Ahem! You're talking too loudly." Zhao Xiaojing said calmly without even raising her head.