Chapter 438 I Believe It
"No problem!" Wan Yuyue put down her chopsticks very readily.
Zhao Xiaojing covered her face silently. Wen Xinyuan had no chance of turning things around now. He was courting his own destruction.
"Dandan, this guy is a real chef, one of the best in Fujian Province. His ancestors for generations were all top-class chefs. Although he is not one yet, he is the most outstanding among the younger generation. If you want to eat his cooking, you have to make a reservation in advance. He is not a liar." Wan Yuyue said sincerely to Ouyang Yidan who ran over.
"Okay, the chef is awesome!" Ouyang Yidan immediately showed a standard eight-tooth smile and gave Wen Xinyuan a thumbs up.
"No, I didn't lie to you...! I, I really am a great chef, really amazing!... You, you tell her again!" Wen Xinyuan became even more anxious when he saw Ouyang Yidan was quite cooperative, and he pulled Wan Yuyue again.
"Yes, what he said is true, you should believe him." Wan Yuyue said with a more sincere and serious attitude than before.
"Okay, okay, I believe it." Ouyang Yidan also showed a smile that was even more enthusiastic than before.
Wen Xinyuan choked on the spot, not knowing what to say.
"Chef, shall I go clean the table?"
"Go ahead." Wan Yuyue saw that Xinyuan was so blocked that he couldn't speak, so she waved her hand quickly.
"I wish the chef a pleasant meal." Ouyang Yidan said goodbye to Wen Xinyuan happily and politely, then turned around and started wiping the table.
"Eat it quickly! If you don't eat this fried liver soon, it will get warm again. It's just been heated up now, so it's the perfect time to enjoy it!"
Wan Yuyue attentively pulled Wen Xinyuan to sit down and placed the Nanjian Liver in front of him.
"Don't mention liver to me!"
Along with the sound of Wen Xinyuan's collapse, everyone at the table lowered their heads, picked up dishes, and tightened their lips to pretend to be busy, but they didn't dare to touch a mouthful of rice or water, for fear that they would spit out tears if they looked up and saw Wen Xinyuan's unlucky expression.
The first night that Fatty and Wen Xinyuan came to the store was spent with Wen Xinyuan speechless and confused, Zhao Xiaojing and the other table members afraid to speak for fear of being laughed at, and the four waiters including Wu Kaile breathing a sigh of relief that they had escaped danger.
The next morning, Wen Xinyuan, still in the shadow of his fall, made a list early and prepared to get up again from where he fell. In one night, he not only found out the appetites of Jiangcheng people, but also made a list of ten rice bowls that suited the appetites of Jiangcheng people, as well as a list of carefully selected specialties to be made in the afternoon.
Wen Xinyuan was full of confidence all the way, his confidence about to save face almost overflowing, until...
"Aren't you guys on holiday today? Why are you still here doing this job?"
Wen Xinyuan, who was keeping an eye on the time in the kitchen, just heard the noise and picked up the knife to start the demonstration when he saw Yun Yongyuan and Wan Yuyue walk in from the front hall, wearing aprons around their waists, and started peeling and picking vegetables.
"Today is not our day off. Several waiters are on holiday, so we are here to serve as waiters. Didn't we say that yesterday? Oh, you were not here when we said that." Yun Yongyuan answered while peeling potatoes and turning his head.
Wen Xinyuan's pupils suddenly trembled.
"What?! What about tomorrow?"
"It's us tomorrow too. It's us the whole time you're here."
"...Aren't there four of them? If only the two of you come over, what about the other two?"
As he was speaking, Nie Xiuqi also entered the kitchen wearing a waiter's apron.
Wen Xinyuan choked up, stunned for a moment, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, "Then there's still one missing?"
"I'm here. I'm the last one. The takeout is suspended today. I'm here to help in the kitchen." Lu Hongwen happily rolled up his sleeves and began to wash his hands.
"What's the matter? Four waiters are not enough for you? How about I come down to serve you too? Five should be enough, right? If that doesn't work, then six. Let Sister Zhao do it too!" The fat man asked knowingly and started to show off.
Wen Xinyuan looked at the fat man angrily and wanted to curse, but he couldn't say anything after holding it in for a long time. He sighed sadly and accepted his fate.
This acceptance of fate lasted for two and a half days, until the afternoon of the last day, when Wen Xinyuan and Fatty finished preparing lunch, and the four waiters' vacation officially ended.
Wen Xinyuan wasn't completely gloomy during this period, however. To ensure the new dishes wouldn't disappoint customers, Zhao Xiaojing meticulously marked the new dishes on the menu whiteboard, specifically promoting the authentic Cantonese and Fujian cuisine. She also instructed the four newly appointed waiters to specify the flavors when asked, especially Wen Xinyuan's sweet and sour Fujian dishes.
As for the ordering system, Xiaozhi can handle the replacement of the new menu with one click, and attach eye-catching taste reminders after each new dish.
As a result, their two and a half days as part-time chefs went quite smoothly. During this time, many fellow Fujian and Cantonese people raved about their new dishes. One Fujian resident even made a special trip to the Gai Liao restaurant to wait for the chef to get off work, just to meet Wen Xinyuan. A chat revealed that he was a longtime Wen Family Restaurant customer who had moved to Jiangcheng 20 years ago and was determined to meet him because a bite of his ginger duck tasted just as good as it did back then.
After meeting this old customer who had been served by his father and grandfather, Wen Xinyuan's worries disappeared and he became arrogant again, and started to exchange words with the fat man again.
As for the three chefs who tried their best to become waiters, in addition to being able to eat the hard-working dishes prepared by the two chefs every night, they also benefited a lot from the onlookers and exchanges. They even felt guilty because the dishes were so delicious and offered to wait for the four waiters to come to work and cook a few good dishes for them.
On April 26, Zhao Xiaojing booked high-speed rail tickets for the three of them after making an appointment with Guan Yingxia. Since she didn't know when she would be back, she packed two sets of clothes and left them in the restaurant, preparing to take a taxi away in the afternoon.
Who knew that just as I was about to leave, Su Yuchen, who hadn't been seen for a few days, came.
"Is there any food, mirror? I'm starving."
"We only have pork trotter rice. Can I cut you a portion? You must have been up all night and day, you look so haggard."
"Don't mention it. I've been recording until midnight every day these days, and today is the only day I have some free time. I'm just eating pork trotter rice. I'm dying for it! What time does your bus leave?"
"In two hours, I'll call a taxi once I finish cleaning up the store. Wait for me!"
"Then wait for me for ten minutes. I'll eat in the kitchen and send you home afterward." Su Yuchen followed into the kitchen. "Oh, Sister Wan is off work now. She's already washing the dishes!"
"Not only that, the chef has been replaced, don't you know?"
"Ah? Then who resigned?" Su Yuchen, who had not been home for three days and was out of touch with the news, turned around and was stunned when he saw two unfamiliar faces cleaning the stove at the chef's station.
“This is me together…”
"Someone with a different opinion!" Wen Xinyuan shouted the moment he turned his head and saw Su Yuchen, interrupting Zhao Xiaojing's explanation.
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