Chapter 219: Eating Melon in the Contemporary Literature (Thirty-one)
"Hiss! It smells so good!"
The few diners left in the restaurant couldn't help but twitch their noses.
“This is red fried pork!”
"Oh my god, this braised pork is absolutely amazing. Just looking at the color you can tell it's delicious!"
"I feel like Meng Yao's cooking skills are better than Lao Yu's!"
"Of course. Mr. Meng said that Meng Yao has the best talent!"
Among the diners, there are regular customers of Xijiekou Restaurant.
They have been eating here for more than ten years and are very familiar with several generations of chefs including Mr. Meng and Yu Xingwang.
Mr. Meng’s cooking skills are definitely the best.
Yu Xingwang is a little worse, but he is also a great chef.
Meng Yao, this girl, has helped out in restaurants in the past, but mostly she just helped out or helped to mix the stuffing.
This is the first time I’ve really cooked.
Then, several regular customers were amazed.
Whether a dish is delicious or not depends on its color, aroma and taste.
The color is bright, the aroma is rich, and the taste is so delicious that you can linger for three days.
Real gourmets can sometimes judge a dish just by looking at the knife skills and color.
Meng Yao's cooking skills, at least when it comes to braised pork, are better than Yu Xingwang's, and even Grandpa Meng's!
"Meng Yao really has a family background in learning!"
"Master Gu is good at cooking. He knows Meng Yao's cooking skills and doesn't care if she is his 'apprentice' or not."
Among the regular customers, those who had a good relationship with the Meng family couldn't help but take the opportunity to make a sarcastic remark.
His word "apprentice" was like a slap in the face to the hotel manager.
The waiter was surprised and a little embarrassed.
She really didn't know that Meng Yao's cooking skills were so good.
Working in a restaurant for many years, even if you can't cook, you can still learn to taste.
The waiters have all tasted the cooking of Yu Xingwang and the new chef.
Meng Yao's braised pork has not yet been eaten, but in terms of color and aroma alone, it surpasses the other two.
As a result, such a skilled chef was treated as an apprentice by their restaurant, and was only asked to do odd jobs and not allowed to touch the stove at all! This, this -
It was indeed a bit embarrassing! Meng Yao did not notice the reactions of the people around her. She brought the dishes to Gu Qingcheng herself with obvious lack of confidence.
"Hmm! It tastes good! You are worthy of being the successor of Meng's cuisine!"
Gu Qingcheng was not stingy with the praise.
She picked up her chopsticks and called out to everyone, "Brother! All of you, pick up your chopsticks!"
"Hey! Eat!"
Brother Gu responded dully.
In fact, ever since he entered the West Street Restaurant, he felt like he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
Gu Qingcheng’s “domineering” move just now made Brother Gu stunned.
My sister is so arrogant that she even dares to show off in such a big state-owned restaurant.
Brother Gu has never eaten in a state-owned restaurant, but he has been to the supply and marketing cooperative and the department store.
Wow, those sales clerks are more arrogant than each other.
You spend your own money and still make demands on others.
This restaurant is the same as a department store, and the waiters should be similar to the salespersons! But my sister——
Brother Gu was so frightened and impressed that he was completely stunned.
When he heard Gu Qingcheng's shouting, his brain hadn't reacted yet, but he responded obediently and picked up the chopsticks.
The apprentices were much calmer than Brother Gu. They were all young people and grew up in the city.
Possessing the confidence and pride given by the growing environment.
They are very respectful in front of Gu Qingcheng because they respect their master and are eager for skills.
As for the others, as long as the master gave the order, they cared less and less.
"eat!"
“Try it!”
"Oh, my uncle is a restaurant owner, so I've tasted a lot of chefs' cooking, but this dish is really good!"
"Haha, this is pork belly, it's meat! It has so much fat, it tastes good no matter how you cook it!"
The apprentices picked up the dishes quickly with chopsticks and discussed happily.
The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became lively.
And when everyone except Gu Qingcheng took a bite of the braised pork, their expressions changed.
They no longer bothered to talk and waved their chopsticks rapidly.
The speed was so fast that an afterimage appeared in the air.
"Oh, don't grab it! Don't grab it!"
"Jianjun is so filthy, I only ate one piece and you ate three!"
"Don't fight over it! There's only one piece left, leave it to the master!"
Several young men, including Brother Gu, were all scrambling for it.
Gu Qingcheng watched with a smile, and saw that the plate was emptied in an instant. Even the soup was used by several quick-eyed apprentices to dip the steamed buns. Then she turned to Meng Yao and said, "Make another one!"
Meng Yao: ...
She was a little absent-minded, staring blankly at the scene of people snatching things.
Deep in my heart, I felt a sense of accomplishment.
I don’t seem to be that bad.
Everyone likes the dishes I cook very much.
"Yes! Xiao Meng, go make another one!"
The hotel manager said to Meng Yao with a smile, holding back the saliva that was secreting from his mouth.
This was the first time he smiled at Meng Yao since he came to this hotel.
Meng Yao was in a trance.
"Meng Yao, didn't you hear what the manager said! Go make another one!"
The waiter pushed Meng Yao angrily.
Her attitude towards Meng Yao was still bad, but inexplicably, Meng Yao saw something different in her expression.
There was disdain, but also admiration! Meng Yao's heart was slightly touched again.
Without hesitation, she hurried back to the kitchen and started cooking again.
The braised pork takes time, but the other dishes are almost done.
The restaurant manager strolled to the kitchen on the pretext of supervision and saw that there was still some spicy chicken left in the pot after it was served.
He quickly took a pair of clean chopsticks, said, "Let me try the taste," and put the chopsticks into the wok.
"I'll serve the food!"
The waiter smelled the overbearing aroma of the chili in the lobby, and rushed into the kitchen shouting.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
She didn't rush to serve the dishes, but just like the manager, she took a few bites quickly with chopsticks.
Spicy! Fragrant! The diced chicken is fried just right.
Oh, it's just spicy chicken, how come it's so delicious? If it were a cartoon, the restaurant manager and the waiter would probably be given a special effect of floating in the air and red hearts in their eyes.
There were no special effects, but the expressions of both men said it all.
"Hey, Xiao Chen, hurry up and serve the dishes!" The restaurant manager saw that the waiter was fighting too fiercely for the food and hurriedly urged him.
"Manager, I'll go right away!" The waiter said he would go right away, but he didn't put down his chopsticks at all.
Only after the two of them had finished what was left in the pot did the waiter wipe his mouth, carry the plate with satisfaction and walk out of the kitchen.
Meng Yao blinked: ...
Is this still the cold and stern manager and mean waiter she is familiar with?
They don't seem so difficult to approach.
Meng Yao also had a hunch that after today, even if she didn't actively ask to cook, the restaurant manager and waiters would find ways to get her to cook.
For some reason, Meng Yao felt happy, and the shackles that bound her soul began to slowly loosen.
…
After having a delicious meal in the restaurant, Gu Qingcheng and the others were very satisfied.
Even little Qiao Qiao ate half a steamed bun with the braised pork.
The steamed buns sold in the north these days are not the small, milk-flavored ones, but rather the big ones that are as big as an adult’s head.
One weighs one pound, and a small piece is the size of a fist.
The key is to eat it solidly and eat every bite.
A normal adult man can only eat one.
It was amazing for Qiao Qiao, a three-year-old baby, to eat half a piece.
My little belly is bulging.
"As expected of a state-owned restaurant, the food is delicious!"
Brother Gu still felt unsatisfied, and his tone was full of aftertaste.
"If it tastes good, we'll come back again!"
Gu Qingcheng said generously.
"In fact, Master Meng is not only good at making braised pork, but also his steamed buns are amazing!"
Gu Qingcheng smiled and said to Brother Gu, "Brother, when you get back, I'll ask Master Meng to make some buns for you to take back and let your family taste them!"
"Isn't this bad?"
Buying things these days is not as simple as just having money.
You also need food coupons.
Brother Gu knew that his sister had become capable, had a high salary, and was not short of various receipts.
But, we can't treat it so badly.
We should save what we should save.
However, my sister has become so powerful and imposing! When Brother Gu stood in front of her, he didn't dare to act like a "big brother is like a father".
He couldn't even utter a polite persuasion, and could only hesitantly say, "How much does it cost? How many tickets?"
Baozi is not like steamed buns, which cannot be mixed with any grains.
Pure fine flour is not only expensive, but also difficult to get.
Gu Qingcheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have all of these."
When she went to other units to provide technical guidance, she not only received a "subsidy", but also received special products from those units as a thank you to her.
It's either a bribe or a simple thank-you gift.
For example, the vegetables, eggs, and game from the 28th Factory, and the pork belly and offal from the 46th Factory;
Another example:
As Gu Qingcheng's fame grew, more and more units invited her to provide technical support.
Gu Qingcheng really has no shortage of money, tickets, or things!
Brother Gu: ...
He shut up completely.
After staying in the city for three days, Brother Gu prepared to go home.
Before leaving, Gu Qingcheng asked Meng Yao to steam a pot of plump, white meat buns.
From kneading the dough to chopping the stuffing to steaming, Meng Yao did the entire process herself.
The "quality" of the meat buns is exceptionally high.
Brother Gu was almost dizzy from the fragrance. If he hadn't still had some rationality, he would have eaten everything on the way!
"Xiao Ni, I'm leaving!"
Brother Gu said goodbye to his sister reluctantly.
Wow, she’s not my biological sister.
Not only did he provide him with good food and drink, he also arranged a job for him.
Although it is not a factory in the city, it is just a small factory in their town.
But, even in a place like this, without Gu Qingcheng's help, Brother Gu would not be able to get in even if he risked his life.
Moreover, my sister also said that the factory in town is just a transition. Let him learn more skills and have a basic foundation. When there is a quota in the factory in the city, he will be transferred there!
(End of this chapter)
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