After Zheng Gan packed up, he took Jiang Fusheng and his son to the county. They first went to see the hotel, and then took them to Wang Dongqiang's place, where they got to know each other. In the future, they would be the ones to coordinate purchases.
When it comes to purchasing, it is also one of the very important roles in a restaurant. It is usually performed by the boss himself or the boss's relatives. After all, it is a lucrative position.
Therefore, Jiang Fusheng must be responsible for purchasing.
Afterwards, they went to the decoration company together to finalize the plan. After paying the deposit, the three of them returned to the village.
As soon as I got home, Jia Teng came running over.
"Boss, there's new information from my junior brother."
"Uncle Teng, please sit down and talk slowly. Don't be impatient. It won't take a little while." Zheng Gan saw that he was almost out of breath, so he quickly asked him to sit down and drink some water.
Jia Teng took two deep breaths and said, "My master said that my junior brother must have been stimulated by something, so he hasn't been working outside in the past few years. But my master has always wanted him to go out, so he wanted to take this opportunity to let us go and persuade him. Salary and other things are negotiable, as long as we can get him out."
"Oh my god, this TV drama scene is happening again. How interesting." Zheng Gan was really at a loss for words. "Okay, then let's go now?"
"Yeah, it's better to go now. They are in the city. If everything goes well, we will be back tonight." Jia Teng urged a little embarrassedly, mainly because his master had been urging him all the time.
"Let's go." A good chef is really important. Zheng Gan picked up the car keys and said something to Qiao Xin, then took Jia Teng and quickly rushed towards the city.
It was already past one in the afternoon when they arrived. They simply found a ramen restaurant to have a bite and then brought the gifts to the door.
"Master, Master, I'm here to see you." Jia Teng started shouting as soon as he entered the door, completely different from his usual silent and taciturn appearance.
"Why are you shouting so loudly, little thing? It's not like I can't hear you."
Chef Jia Teng’s surname is Jiang. He is a very famous Shandong cuisine master in the province, basically at the level of a state banquet master. Now he is no longer the chef because of his old age.
Master Jiang is already seventy years old this year, but he is in good spirits and looks strong.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang. I am Zheng Gan, a junior. I am sorry to bother you this time." Zheng Gan, a big foodie, respects this top chef very much and is very polite.
"You must be Xiao Zheng. I've heard Xiao Jiazi praise you several times. You're a good kid." Master Jiang said with a smile, then shouted inside, "Come and sit down. Ziming has guests. Come out quickly."
"This Ziming should be Jia Teng's junior fellow apprentice." Zheng Gan thought to himself, and then concentrated his attention. After all, this was his main goal this time.
After a while, a middle-aged man in his forties came out of the house, said hello, turned around and went back.
What can I say about this man? Zheng Gan felt that he was a little unreliable at first sight. How could a chef look like this? His beard was untidy, his hair was like a bird's nest, and he had no energy at all. He was just like a homeless person.
"Xiao Zheng, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. He hasn't been in good condition recently." Master Jiang was a little embarrassed. He had already seen a lot of information from Zheng Gan's eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Zheng Gan was also embarrassed. "But what happened to Brother Jiang? I heard from Uncle Teng that Brother Jiang was very powerful in the past."
"Alas." Master Jiang's eyes dimmed, and he sighed, "Five years ago, when he participated in the competition, he didn't prepare the ingredients well enough, resulting in a score that was just a hair's breadth away, and he lost the championship. From then on, he became like this."
"It's indeed a clichéd old plot." Zheng Gan was laughing in his heart, but on the surface he still looked regretful.
"So from that day on, this guy refused to cook anything if the ingredients were a little bit bad. Now, which restaurant would want a chef like him? So he hasn't gone out to work until now." Master Jiang was full of sadness.
"This is indeed a big problem. The main thing is that no one can guarantee that there will always be fresh and satisfactory ingredients." Jia Teng was also a little distressed. After all, this was his mentor, and he had watched this little junior brother grow up since he was a child.
Zheng Gan was also thinking about how to get him out of retirement, but it was indeed a bit difficult.
The scene fell into silence for a while, and everyone was trying to think of a solution.
Suddenly, Zheng Gan had an idea. "Master Jiang, look, I have my own boat. Why don't I take Brother Ziming out to sea for a few days to relax and unwind? Maybe it will help. If not, we can just go out and relax."
"And the fresh seafood we got on the boat might give Brother Ziming some ideas for cooking too."
"Yes, yes, yes, Master, you don't know, my boss is very capable, he can get all kinds of good things. I have been a fisherman for so many years, but I can't get as many treasures as he can in a month." Jia Teng's eyes lit up and he echoed.
Master Jiang nearly lost his temper when he heard him say this. "How dare you say that? I've taught you cooking for so many years, and you've been a fisherman for half your life. This is truly a disgrace to our school. If I weren't so old, I'd really want to beat you to death."
Jia Teng smiled awkwardly when he heard this. Every time he came to see his master, he would be criticized. A cook who became a fisherman should indeed be expelled from the sect.
After scolding this unfilial disciple, Master Jiang turned around and said to Zheng Gan with a smile,
"Then I'll trouble you, Xiao Zheng, for your help. As long as you can help Ziming recover, this old man will reward you handsomely."
"Master Jiang, you are too polite. When the time comes, just ask Brother Ziming to come and help me." Zheng Gan also waved his hands quickly, indicating that he did not want a high reward, but he also took the opportunity to state his purpose.
"No problem. As long as he recovers, I will help you promote the business." Master Jiang said. He was really worried about his son. He originally thought that he could inherit his mantle, but ended up like this.
In fact, Zheng Gan himself had no confidence in this method, but there was no other way now. For the sake of this most important chef, he could only try his best.
After the three of them chatted for a while, Zheng Gan and his friend declined the dinner prepared by Master Jiang himself and said goodbye and went home.
Although he really wanted to eat the delicious food made by the master, he decisively gave up the idea when he heard Jia Teng say that the old man's hands were shaking and he often mistook salt for sugar.
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