Chapter 43: Slap in the face

Lan Yu wanted to help her uncle reject the manager, but unexpectedly Li Wenhao agreed generously.

Gu Yunchi and his brothers were also very surprised.

Let's move to the kitchen together.

When the chefs in the restaurant heard that Li Wenhao was going to cook a dish, they gave up a pot and watched from the side with a watch-the-show mentality.

Li Wenhao looked at the existing ingredients and took sour ginger, beef and pickled peppers to make a dish of stir-fried beef with sour ginger.

After hearing this, the chefs all showed sarcastic expressions.

The heaviest of them sneered, "Manager, what are you planning? We thought we were going to make some rare feast. Sour ginger beef? A three-year-old can make such a simple dish, right?"

Li Wenhao ignored her and, as he picked up a chef's knife to slice the beef, he slowly replied, "Being able to cook and being able to cook well are two different things. If you can't even make the simplest dish, how can you make something more complicated?"

Lan Yu knew Li Wenhao's cooking skills, and the chefs here were not even qualified to prepare food for Li Wenhao.

She raised her chin and smiled and said, "My uncle is right. Being able to make the simplest dish delicious is the most amazing thing."

"In my opinion, the dishes I tasted in your restaurant today are rated 80 points high. If I were to give them a score, I would give them 70 points at most. The sweet and sour pork ribs were overcooked and too sweet and sticky; the steamed fish was too bland and had no taste at all."

"And the salt-baked chicken that I was most looking forward to, I only tasted saltiness."

Shen Lingxiao nodded appreciatively, "Sister-in-law, now that you mention it, I also think that today's dishes taste very ordinary, not even as good as the dishes cooked in the food stalls outside. I think 70 points is too high, at most 60".

"What sixty? In my opinion, it's a failing grade," Wei Cheng said quickly, "Anyway, none of the dishes are my favorites."

The manager and the chefs' faces turned green after hearing this.

Gu Yunchi listened and watched Li Wenhao cutting the meat. Li Wenhao's knife skills were very skillful and neat. The slices of meat he cut were thin and each slice was very even. He finished cutting it quickly.

Then he cut the pickled ginger into evenly thin slices.

At this time, the fat chef with a sullen face shouted, "The sour ginger in the sour ginger beef should be shredded. I've never seen it sliced. I think you can't cook at all. Are you trying to show off your knife skills?"

Wei Cheng was annoyed and yelled at the fat chef, "Shut your stinky mouth! My uncle can cut it however he wants. Who said it has to be shredded? Did you make that rule? Or did the Lord make that rule?"

The fat chef didn't dare to say anything when he saw the manager's sharp gaze.

The guests who come here to eat are either rich or noble, and they cannot be offended.

Li Wenhao was not affected by the fat chef's sarcasm. At this time, he had quickly processed the ingredients, started the fire and poured oil.

When the oil temperature reaches 70% to 80% hot, pour all the ingredients in and stir-fry.

After the aroma comes out, add the sour ginger slices and stir fry a few times, then pour in the beef slices, stir fry for 30 seconds, and turn off the heat.

Add salt, chicken essence and soy sauce and stir for a few seconds.

In less than two minutes, a dish was ready.

Li Wenhao handed Lan Yu a pair of chopsticks and said slowly: "Yu Yu, come here and help your uncle try the taste."

"Okay, uncle." Lan Yu stepped forward and took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef wrapped in sour ginger slices and ate it, with a satisfied smile on his face. "Uncle, perfect. With this plate of beef, I can eat three bowls of rice."

"Leave two bites for me." Gu Yunchi took Lan Yu's chopsticks and followed suit, wrapping a piece of beef with a piece of sour ginger and putting it into his mouth, with a look of surprise on his face, "I can eat four bowls of rice."

After hearing this, Song Yubai and the other three rushed over to taste it. As soon as the meat entered their mouths, their eyes widened.

"Uncle, I'm so happy to be able to eat such delicious beef slices in my lifetime," Wei Cheng exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Uncle, can I eat with you from now on?"

Shen Lingxiao said with a smile as he stuffed the food into his mouth, "It's delicious, just the right amount of sour and spicy, the beef is fresh, it's really delicious."

Song Yubai was a little shy and gave Li Wenhao a thumbs up, "Thank you uncle for broadening our horizons."

Lan Yu looked at the manager who was standing aside with his neck stretched out, "Come and try it. It was you who suggested that my uncle cook a dish."

The manager smiled sheepishly, picked up a piece of meat with a pair of chopsticks, and after chewing it twice, his eyes lit up. "This is truly the best stir-fried beef with sour ginger I've ever had. Chef, are you interested in becoming the head chef in our restaurant?"

After hearing this, the fat chef yelled angrily: "Manager, if he becomes the head chef, then what am I? Don't forget, it was your boss who begged me to come here. I said that only my people can be used in my kitchen."

Li Wenhao took off his apron and threw it to the manager, saying disdainfully: "I appreciate the manager's kindness, but I prefer freedom and don't like working for others. This plate of beef will be given to your chef so that they can learn well."

After Li Wenhao finished speaking, he left the kitchen under the astonished gazes of the chefs.

Lan Yu, Gu Yunchi and their group also followed.

"I don't believe it. How can this thing be that delicious?" The fat chef ran over, picked up a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it for a few times, he was stunned and said sourly, "It's just so-so, at most 80 points."

When his men heard this, they all rushed to taste it.

Then they all showed shocked expressions. What do you mean 80 points? This dish deserves a full score of 100.

Someone asked the manager, "Manager, who is this master? He is so awesome."

The manager smiled bitterly: "How would I know? I only know that he is Mr. Gu's distinguished guest."

After the group walked out of the yard, Gu Yunchi hesitated for a moment and asked Li Wenhao, "Uncle, you just said you don't want to work. Do you have any plans to open a restaurant in this city? If so, can I invest?"

Lan Yu then remembered what Li Wenhao had said and asked, "Uncle, do you want to open a restaurant?"

Li Wenhao took a deep breath and replied nonchalantly: "I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet. Let's wait for a few days and see. There's no rush."

Gu Yunchi gave Song Yubai a look, and the other party understood and quickly took out his business card and handed it to him respectfully, "Uncle, I am very familiar with every area in the city. If you want to go out for a walk, you can call me."

"I'll drive to pick you up and take you around."

Li Wenhao took the business card and put it in his pocket, then patted Song Yubai on the shoulder and said, "Thank you, Xiao Song, but I'm used to being alone. I'll go around by myself first and call you if I have any questions."

"Okay, everyone go back and rest. Yuyu, do you want to go back to the hospital? I'll go with you. I'll go back to the dormitory to rest."

Gu Yunchi hurriedly said, "Uncle, I'll take you there."

Everyone dispersed.

When Lan Yu returned to the hospital, seeing that there was still time, he went to the duty room to lie down for a while, and then went to the emergency room to take over at 2:30.

Unexpectedly, the first patient I saw was Lan Yue.

Lan Yue was not surprised, it seemed like she was targeting Lan Yu on purpose.

Lan Yu glanced at Lan Yue and asked in a cold voice, "What's wrong?"

Lan Yue seemed a little embarrassed. After looking around, she whispered, "It's a little itchy there."

Lan Yu raised his eyes and asked loudly, "Where is that? How can I treat you if you can't even speak clearly?"

Lan Yue was anxious: "It's right there, that place, the place for peeing."