Chapter 418: Speaking Badly of Someone and Meeting the Righteous One
"Now, it's just a popular tourist restaurant. The prices have dropped, and you don't need to make reservations in advance. You can even watch performances when you go in, and you can get discounts if you record videos and post them online." The man in the flowered shirt sneered.
"What performance?" Zhao Xiaojing asked curiously.
"A Yangzhou fried rice show. Isn't it written on the back of his shirt? 'Yangzhou fried rice made right in front of you for over 200 yuan a portion.' A private room requires a minimum spend of 6,000 yuan to order one. Customers can even take videos and photos while the rice is being fried. It's quite the hype. Jing Gensheng is obsessed with money, and he'll do whatever it takes to make money quickly. All the proper chefs in the restaurant have left, and we're not eating there anymore anyway." The fat man explained, shaking his head, "Jing Gensheng is Jing Ziheng's father, and Jing Ziheng is the guy in the chef's uniform."
"When Grandpa Jing was around, he could already tell that Jing Gensheng had no talent. He gave up on teaching him cooking for a few years and just let him learn to run a restaurant and take care of the accounts. He waited until Jing Ziheng was born before teaching Jing Ziheng again. Originally, Jing Ziheng was quite talented and could be taught and slowly inherited and polished. Even if his skills couldn't keep up for a while, it wouldn't have come to this. After all, this is a 70-year-old restaurant, and the reputation of three generations of the Jing family is there. Who knew that Jing Ziheng's father was not a good cook, and he only learned some messed-up marketing methods to run the restaurant. He didn't dare to tinker with it when the old man was around. Unexpectedly, he started to make drastic changes before the old man's body was cold, and the 70-year-old restaurant was ruined like this!" The man in the flowered shirt said indignantly.
Zhao Xiaojing nodded, vaguely feeling that the term "flowered shirt" was strange. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Did you hear this from your family?"
"Ah? Yes, what's the matter?"
"What's the matter? I can tell it's the same curse words your second grandfather used! Are you learning it? It sounds like an old man!" The fat man complained bluntly.
"Hehe, it was my second grandfather who told me. I myself didn't know about his family's origins. I was so young then." The man in the flowered shirt touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.
"No wonder. It seems that your second grandfather really likes this restaurant." Zhao Xiaojing nodded.
"Let me tell you, the most outrageous thing is that their restaurant serves Jinling cuisine and they didn't originally make Yangzhou fried rice!" said the fat man.
"Huh? Then why are you promoting Yangzhou fried rice?"
"Because Jing Gensheng not only has no talent in cooking, but his business is also a mess, he's all over the place!" The man in the flowered shirt answered quickly.
"Is this what Second Grandpa said again?" Zhao Xiaojing said.
"Yes, hehe."
"Actually, after the old man passed away, Jing Gensheng has always wanted to prove himself, but he doesn't know how to cook, so he had to make a big fuss about running the restaurant, hoping to prove himself by making money." The fat man turned his head and told Zhao Xiaojing the whole story.
"But he doesn't know anything about business, and he doesn't have any ideas. He's just been following trends these past few years, doing whatever others are doing to make money. First, he shabbily renovated the restaurant, turning it into an internet-famous restaurant. Then, he asked the chefs there to imitate the internet-famous chefs' styles and cooking methods. This angered several chefs, and when they left, there were not enough chefs left. So, he had no choice but to recruit chefs from outside who could make these new dishes. This trick drove away old customers, and the taste was not right, so a large number of old customers left again. He kept going back and forth like this, only caring about traffic and money, and didn't care about anything else."
"I heard that this time's Yangzhou fried rice is an imitation of the one made by the internet celebrity, and it doesn't seem to be his original creation?" The man in the flowered shirt didn't know the details, so he stretched his neck and looked at his neck and asked.
"It's definitely not his creation. He was just jealous of the popular Yangzhou fried rice on the Internet and forced Jing Ziheng to make the same one, even charging exactly the same price as others! Tourists didn't know the details and saw his soft advertisements everywhere, so they thought it was novel and went there. Jing Ziheng is now a full-time performer of Yangzhou fried rice. I wonder how many of the dishes the old man taught him still remember?" said the fat man.
"Isn't he making Yangzhou fried rice? The program crew also provides ready-made rice?" Zhao Xiaojing stared at the big screen while listening to the story.
On the big screen, Jing Ziheng hurriedly took the dish out of the pot in the last few seconds. From the camera, it really looked like a plate of fried rice.
"Yes, there is rice in the grain section, especially overnight rice. This is definitely not Yangzhou fried rice. There is no broth, and only ten minutes. How can you make that?" said the man in the flowered shirt after looking carefully at the big screen.
"It looks good. The frangipani are fried into shreds. It takes some skill." Zhao Xiaojing looked at the close-up of the fried rice.
"There are some Yangzhou fried rice techniques in it, after all, it was taught by the old man." said the fat man.
"So if his father opens a shop like this, would he be willing to do so? Isn't it said that he is a good cook and quite talented? He should have some aspirations, right?" After the first game ended, Zhao Xiaojing saw that Jing Ziheng had already walked out of the hall and asked hurriedly.
"What can he do if he doesn't want to? The restaurant is owned by his father, and he is just a blood relative and a cook." The man in the flowered shirt sighed.
"Hey, from what you said, it seems like you can empathize with him. You were thinking about yourself, right?" The fat man joked after hearing what the man in the flowered shirt said.
"What else? Then tell me! What would you do if it were you?"
"Me? Humph, he's too stubborn to think about these things, not even the old man's legacy. He just wants to be a chef. I don't want that! At a time like this, I should start my own business. Even if it's a little difficult, I must resolutely leave and start my own business to revive the old man's reputation!"
"It's easy as you say, but do you think betraying your family is that easy? Don't..." The man in the flowered shirt stretched his neck to curse at Zhao Xiaojing, but stopped abruptly.
Zhao Xiaojing turned her head and saw that Jing Ziheng had already entered the hall. He glanced at the three people, or to be more precise, at the fat man and the man in the flowered shirt, and said nothing. He walked silently to the table a few rows behind them and sat down.
I don’t know how much of the fat man’s passionate speech just now was heard by him.
The fat man also shrank his neck, sat down obediently and didn't say a word.
The first game has ended, and more contestants have entered Hall 2. Their expressions are either happy, sad, or depressed. They sit together in groups and start discussing the game in low voices.
The seat Zhao Xiaojing chose was in the middle. After the three of them sat down, no other contestants sat there. At this moment, listening to the increasing number of discussions in the hall, the fat man and the man in the flowered shirt breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhao Xiaojing looked at the two of them with amusement. She had been filled with righteous indignation just now, but now that she met the person who had said bad things about her, she felt guilty first.
The live broadcast on the screen has been transferred to the judges. After the competition time is over, there are too many dishes brought in at the same time. There are more than a dozen dishes in front of several judges. They are standing and tasting them one by one, and then fiddling with the remote control in their hands to vote.
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