In the afternoon, the state-owned restaurant refused to let in any guests before dinner time.
But Song Jiayu is different. She has been to the restaurant kitchen many times.
The two kitchen helpers were not there, probably having gone home to rest. Only two handymen were there: Aunt Fatty and Sister Fen. Seeing Song Jiayu, they didn't seem to be puzzled. They just smiled and said, "This must be another delivery for Chef Xu. What good stuff is it?"
Song Jiayu showed the strawberries. The basket was crowded with red fruits, and there was a sweet fruity aroma, which charmed Aunt Pang and Sister Fen.
"Come, each of you can have one. I won't tell Chef Xu."
This time, Song Jiayu was very generous. If she was chosen by Chef Xu, Aunt Fat and Sister Fen would be colleagues, and it would be better for everyone to get along well with each other than fighting with each other. Besides, she was thinking of making some stir-fries with Chef Xu, and it was not a good thing to be stared at all the time.
Aunt Pang and Sister Fen took it. They took a bite and were instantly surprised by the sweet and sour taste of the big strawberry.
"Oh my God, this is the first time I've eaten such delicious fruit." Auntie Pang said as she finished the remaining strawberries in an instant, looking at Sister Fen. This made Sister Fen's idea of taking the strawberries home for her own children disappear, and she also finished them in three bites immediately.
But neither of them asked Song Jiayu for the remaining fruit. One should know one's limits in life.
Song Jiayu, who was carrying strawberries, finally saw Chef Xu. His smiling face made Chef Xu sigh at his skills in growing strawberries, and also sigh that Song Jiayu must have had a good ear.
"Where did you hear this? Even the two people outside don't know. Only I know, and two of the helpers have a vague idea." Chef Xu ate strawberries. Not bad, not bad, and top-quality ones. Why is this person's farming different from others?
"I have a friend too. I just heard the news and came to you. I hope you can help me speak up." Song Jiayu didn't beat around the bush and stated her purpose directly.
Chef Xu, who only wanted a bite, thought for a moment, then held up the empty basket and asked, "What about these strawberries?"
"Yes, I have some at home. I'll send it to you when the time comes." Song Jiayu said in a flattering tone.
Chef Xu nodded. "We're looking for a cook this time. The two assistants who've been in the kitchen for a few years have learned a lot. Not only will you have to compete with them for the position, but the head of our hotel's purchasing department also wants to squeeze his granddaughter in as an assistant. I'll put in a good word for you in front of the manager, but it might not work out. It depends on your cooking skills."
See the cooking skills?
It’s easy!
Chef Xu in reality doesn’t know, but doesn’t Chef Xu who is teaching in the dream know either?
She has used six Shandong cuisine cooking one-week learning cards, and it is one-on-one teaching. Her cooking skills are not as good as Chef Xu's, but much better than the two helpers who can only learn secretly by watching.
I straightened my chest and raised my head, "Don't worry, Chef Xu, no one has ever said that the dishes I cook are not delicious. Just recommend me, and on the day of the competition, I will do you proud."
Chef Xu's competitive spirit was also aroused, and he agreed: "Okay, if you do well for me, then I'll give you one basket of fruit. If you don't, then I'll give you two baskets."
"It's a deal."
The small bet was established, but neither of them took it seriously.
Chef Xu began to say that the state-owned restaurant was recruiting internally, and the competition would be held on December 1st, and Song Jiayu had to come in clean clothes on that day.
Song Jiayu thanked Chef Xu several times, but was kicked out with the excuse that "outsiders are not allowed to enter the kitchen area."
To this end, she stood at the kitchen door and stamped her feet in the cold wind.
"Just wait, from now on I'll be in the kitchen!"
…
After solving one problem, Song Jiayu returned to the compound humming a song, lit firewood and started to make braised pork trotters.
If you want the pig's trotters to be soft and glutinous, you have to spend time simmering them over low heat so that the sauce can penetrate into the skin of the pig's trotters, the meat inside, and the bones.
When you eat it, the skin is soft and sticky, like jelly, with the aroma of meat. The meat inside is also easy to chew, soaked in soup. When mixed with rice, the shredded meat is combined with the rice, which is very fragrant. You can probably eat two bowls of rice with it. As for the bones, I guess the wild dogs wandering around Tianwen Lane will love to eat them.
“It smells so good!”
As soon as Jiang Baizhou entered the courtyard and smelled the amazing fragrance, he knew that his wife had made delicious food again.
Gu Siyi, who came in with him, was also staring at the pot under the eaves of Lao Jiang's house.
"Old Jiang, we are still brothers, right?"
"What's wrong? You want to eat meat? Follow the old rules."
The two good brothers didn't say anything else. Gu Siyi took out a meat ticket worth three taels when he got home, went to Jiang Baizhou's house, handed over the meat ticket, and got a bowl of braised pork trotters with a lot of soup. Because the pig's trotters were chopped large, each piece was quite big, and the three pieces of meat in the bowl occupied half of the bowl.
When Lin Xue came back, she washed her hands and started to eat it, praising him: "I envy Jiang Baizhou every day because he can eat the dishes cooked by Jiayu. This pig's trotter is so delicious."
The Wen Yun family, who helped a lot today, also received two pig's trotters and half a bowl of soup personally delivered by Song Jiayu. She also quietly asked Wen Yun where he got the news.
Unexpectedly, Wen Yun pointed to the top of his head and said, "There is someone above me."
This... is so nervous, I can't smell it. Song Jiayu didn't ask any more questions and went back to chew on pig's trotters and eat rice with Jiang Baizhou, and talked about participating in the internal recruitment of the state-owned hotel in December.
"It's a good thing. If you want to, just give it a try." Jiang Baizhou has always just wanted his wife to be happy.
"Don't they say that a chef won't starve to death even in times of famine? If I try it, it will be easy to ask Chef Xu to make stir-fries in the future, and then I'll have a treat." Song Jiayu said.
The main reason is that being a cook in a state-owned restaurant is not too tiring. It's like being a worker in a factory, doing physical work all day long. Being a salesperson means standing from morning to night and chatting with people about trivial matters. Even a technician like Lin Xue is treated as two people in this era.
Being a chef is different. The dishes are washed and cut by helpers, and the pots and pans are washed by handymen. The chef only needs to cook. Occasionally, if he wants to do something else, he can help deliver meals to people at the window like Chef Xu.
You don’t have to go to work too early in the morning, and you can come back to rest in the afternoon. They start to kick people out at seven in the evening, and this is in the summer. In winter, they will kick people out and close the store at six.
This job is a perfect choice for a seasoned veteran like Song Jiayu!
In the future, I will be able to take out more things from the system warehouse, and I will have a reason to subsidize Song's father and mother.
On December 1st, wearing a clean army green jacket and cotton trousers and a Lei Feng hat on her head, Song Jiayu rode her bicycle to the state-owned hotel.
Before she even arrived, people in the kitchen were already discussing her.
Originally, two assistants were competing for the position of chef, but unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin appeared halfway. How could these two men feel happy? No, who doesn't want a promotion and a raise?
When everyone arrived at the door of the kitchen of the state-owned restaurant, the bicycle had not yet stopped. After eating her food, the soft-mouthed Fat Aunt and Sister Fen brought the latest news.
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