Chapter 417: You Second Generation Rich People
"My name is Zhao Xiaojing. I don't work in a restaurant, so I opened a small restaurant. What about you?"
"No wonder we're so compatible, it turns out we're from the same family! My name is Zhao Duo, do you know Yue Xin Shun Restaurant? I'm currently working there, but it's only temporary. My family dislikes me and sent me there to work! Where is your restaurant?"
This guy is really so familiar. Zhao Xiaojing laughed again. "It's in Jiangcheng, Hubei Province, very close to here. Yue Xinshun is in Guangdong Province? They serve Cantonese cuisine?"
"Yes, yes! I know Jiangcheng, it's next door. I'll go to your place for a meal after the competition!" The fat on Zhao Duo's face swayed as he walked, and he was still thinking about eating. Zhao Xiaojing silently compared his figure with Wu Kaile's and found that Wu Kaile was only strong compared to him.
"Sure, I don't include the train ticket, but I'll give you enough food."
"With his physique, you're probably the first person to have the guts to say you'll keep yourself fed! What kind of dish did you cook, sister? You actually finished it at the same time as Fatty Zhao. Which restaurant is it from?"
As the two were chatting, a man in a floral shirt walked up quickly from behind and put his hand on Zhao Duo's shoulder with a joking look on his face.
"Go away! You're so slow and you still have the nerve to ask others? Others run their own shops, unlike you, a second-generation rich man who works at Erdaye Restaurant!" Zhao Duo grabbed the arm of the man in the flowered shirt and jumped to the other side of Zhao Xiaojing in three or two steps, keeping a distance from him.
"Hey, so what? You can't even be a second-generation rich kid, so you're jealous, right? Count for yourself, how long have you been kicked out?"
"That's called self-reliance. I learned from the best of all schools! What's there to be proud of being a second-generation rich kid? The fact that I finished a minute earlier than you is proof that I'm a good student! Please come to my family."
"Beautiful lady, please."
The two of them walked to the door of Hall No. 2 while they were bickering with each other. The fat man and the man in the flowered shirt tacitly opened the door halfway and made a very funny gesture of invitation to Zhao Xiaojing.
"Then thank you, two goalkeepers." Zhao Xiaojing chuckled and walked in first, leaving the two behind to continue arguing about who would go in second. Until several more contestants arrived at Hall No. 2, the two walked in together and sat next to Zhao Xiaojing, one on the left and one on the right.
"Are you two familiar with each other?" Zhao Xiaojing looked at the fat man and then at the man in the flowered shirt. It seemed that the two of them were arguing and got angry, but now they ignored each other and watched the live broadcast on the big screen in front of them with their chins raised.
"Who knows him well?"
"I'm not familiar with him. I don't know him."
Seeing that the two of them were more arrogant than each other, Zhao Xiaojing shook her head in amusement, stopped asking questions, and looked up at the big screen.
There was only one minute left in the countdown on the big screen. Most of the contestants had reached the final cooking and plating stage, and only a few contestants still seemed flustered. Among these few flustered contestants, there was one conspicuous bag that was particularly eye-catching.
Zhao Xiaojing noticed this conspicuous bag while queuing, and also saw other contestants notice him and take pictures of his back.
The reason for taking a photo from behind is that among the other contestants' casual attire, this person was wearing a clean white chef's uniform and a neatly-fitted chef's hat. From the front, he looked like a serious chef, but from the back, his serious image instantly collapsed.
The back of the chef's uniform is printed with a flashy restaurant advertisement, which says "Yan Hongzhai welcomes you, professional Yangzhou fried rice fried face to face, you can take videos and photos, reservation phone number is 1 5 xxxxxxxxx", and there is also a photo of the chef frying rice in the private room below.
"This Yan Hongzhai is getting more useless with each generation. Whenever he gets a chance, he tries to do some evil things. He doesn't learn the good things, but just rushes to embarrass himself." The man in the flowered shirt complained.
"It turns out that Jing Ziheng still has some ability. If his father continues to mess around like this, the last bit of reputation that Grandpa Jing has accumulated will be ruined sooner or later!" The fat man said hatefully.
"Where is Yanhongzhai restaurant located?" Zhao Xiaojing, who didn't know the truth, looked at the melon in front of her and was confused while eating it.
"Yes, it's a famous restaurant in Jinling. It seems that you are really not from the circle? Looking at the dishes you cooked, Mr. Nan seemed to be very satisfied with them. They are really wild?" The man in the flowered shirt looked at Zhao Xiaojing curiously.
"What's the matter? Is it that only the second-generation rich people in your circle can make Mr. Nan satisfied? They are real talents. I stared at their stir-fried pork liver for a long time just by looking at it in front of me. It's no worse than what you second-generation rich people can do!" Before Zhao Xiaojing could answer, the fat man retorted.
"Hey, Fatty, what's wrong with you today? You keep calling me a second-generation ancestor, but I didn't follow Jing Ziheng and hire a bunch of apprentices to do odd jobs! I do all the chopping and preparing of the vegetables myself, and my second grandfather supervises me every day! How can I not be a real talent?"
"Come on, you two, you don't know each other, why are you arguing with strangers?" Zhao Xiaojing was caught in the middle, and was annoyed by the two people's quarreling. She hurriedly used the two people's original words to persuade them to stop fighting.
They both choked.
"I just know him..." said the fat man aggrievedly.
"He was the marriage my family arranged for me when I was a child. Who knew that he would not only be a fat boy, but also a boy..." said the man in the flowered shirt with disgust.
"Hey! I told you not to mention this anymore!" the fat man said anxiously.
"You are allowed to call me a second-generation rich kid to get close to beautiful women, but I am not allowed to talk about my family matters?" the man in the flowered shirt asked back.
"I'll sit next to you, you two can have a good quarrel." Zhao Xiaojing said as she was about to stand up to make room for this funny couple.
"Don't be so nice, buddy! We get along so well and haven't had a good chat yet!" The fat man stood up quickly.
"I think you two get along better. Have a good chat." Zhao Xiaojing also stood up.
"Stop chatting! Let's stop chatting! I finally met a beautiful woman who can cook at the same speed as him, and we haven't had time to have a good communication. If you leave, he will scold me to death!" The man in the flowered shirt also hurriedly stood up and advised.
"Then it's a deal, you two can't quarrel anymore." Zhao Xiaojing curled her lips and looked at the two of them with a smile.
The two of them nodded immediately, watched Zhao Xiaojing sit down, and then sat down again with a wry smile on their faces.
"What's the story behind Yan Hongzhai?" Seeing that the two of them had really quieted down, Zhao Xiaojing continued to eat the half-confused melon.
"Yan Hongzhai was a serious high-end restaurant just three years ago. You had to make a reservation a month in advance to have a meal there. And during holidays, you might not be able to get a reservation even a month in advance. At that time, we would be able to think about and savor a meal there for a long time after we got back." The fat man smacked his lips.
"Yes, at that time our restaurant was no match for its restaurant. Every time we went there for a meal, my second grandfather would scold us for being useless. He was never in a good mood towards us for the next few days. We were forced to practice cooking until our hands cramped!" The man in the flowered shirt looked at his hands with lingering fear.
"What about now?" Zhao Xiaojing asked.
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