Xie Yunshu originally wanted to leave, but now he decided not to leave: "Then as a boss, I must give it a try."
Knowing that she would not be forced to get married and her son could suddenly speak again, Aunt Song cooperated very well with his physical rehabilitation. Now she feels relieved that there is a nurse in the hospital taking care of him.
Song Shanchuan worked harder in researching new dishes. He had heard before that chicken and duck could be cooked with beer to make the meat more tender and flavorful, so he experimented with it several times at home.
The roast duck naturally started selling again, and as usual, there were many people queuing outside. Xie Yunshu wrote a new sign and hung it up, which read: Today's new dish, beer chicken, two dollars a portion.
This price is not too low, but it is also within the acceptable range of most people.
Although the restaurant has not been open for long, everyone who has eaten here knows that although the decoration of this restaurant is simple, the cooking of the chefs here is amazing!
The beer-braised chicken had a very rich flavor. Before it was even out of the pot, the aroma spread out, and passers-by couldn't help but stop.
"What's this smell? It smells so good, doesn't it?"
"Haian Restaurant has new dishes? My mouth is watering!"
"There's no queue for roast duck, I have to try this beer chicken, it's only two dollars, too cheap!"
There are mushrooms in it, and the aroma of beer makes people hungry. One chicken can make two servings, which means that one chicken is sold for eight yuan, and the profit is comparable to that of roast duck.
Although the quantity is not as much as roast duck, you can buy it back to satisfy your craving, and the price is so much lower, so as soon as the waitress brought it out, it was snapped up. Some people couldn't wait and pinched the chicken in the jar to eat it.
“It’s delicious. It’s so delicious!”
"Boss, I want another one!"
"The guy in front, can you please have some morals? We haven't even gotten any food yet, and you've bought it all. What are we going to eat?"
"Don't worry, there's another pot in the kitchen!"
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Beijing roast duck and beer chicken soon became the signature dishes of Hai'an Hotel.
The man who first pinched the chicken to eat was an old customer. He knew Lin Cuiping and Song Shanchuan. He queued up to buy another portion and couldn't help shouting into the kitchen: "Chef Song, with your cooking skills, why don't you participate in a cooking competition?"
Song Shanchuan waved his hands when he heard that. He couldn't speak clearly and was too introverted. How could he dare to participate in such a competition?
Lin Cuiping was very interested: "Brother, what competition were you talking about?"
The eldest brother pointed to the newspaper in his trouser pocket and said, "Didn't you read today's news? Hangzhou is hosting a national chef competition. You can win a prize. The prize money alone is several hundred yuan! Oh, and I heard that you can win the Golden Chef Award. Not only will you get money, but there will also be prizes!"
"Aren't there many great chefs there?" Lin Cuiping opened her eyes wide: "It's not easy to win the award then."
Although Song Shanchuan's cooking skills are pretty good, it's unlikely that he can win a national award.
The eldest brother took out the newspaper and put it on the table. He obviously didn't think Song Shanchuan could win the prize. He just said cheerfully: "Even if our chef Song can't win the grand prize, it's a good thing for him to participate. There are famous chefs from various big hotels there."
Many more customers came in. Lin Cuiping was so busy that she didn't bother to read the newspaper, so she put it aside and said, "I'll show it to Chef Song later."
It wasn't until after two in the afternoon that I was almost done.
Lin Cuiping held the bowl and sat in the kitchen eating beer chicken. With her mouth full of oil, she didn't forget to confirm: "Song Shanchuan, I won't gain a lot of weight by eating this, right?"
Song Shanchuan wanted to reach out and wipe it for her, but he controlled himself and said slowly: "No."
"You must be kidding me, there's so much meat in here!" Lin Cuiping wasn't so easy to fool, but she couldn't control herself: "I'll eat first and then lose weight. At worst, I can just eat a little at night."
Song Shanchuan smiled at her: "You are very thin."
"Am I really thin?" Lin Cuiping touched her waist. Although it was not as thin as Xie Yunshu's, she couldn't be considered fat, right?
Song Shanchuan gave her an affirmative answer: "Yes, it looks good."
He was really good at saying "good-looking", but Lin Cuiping was really amused by him. She happily ate another bowl of rice and then remembered the newspaper: "By the way, do you want to participate in the chef competition? I heard there are bonuses and prizes to be won."
Song Shanchuan shook his head: "It's busy here."
The new hotel was very busy every day, and regardless of whether he could leave, he really didn't want to go to crowded places and be surrounded by people like a giant panda. Moreover, participating in the competition would inevitably involve communicating with many people, and it was difficult for him to overcome the psychological barrier.
Except for the occasional verbal communication with Lin Cuiping, he was still quiet most of the time with other people.
Lin Cuiping didn't care much: "Okay, it's almost the New Year anyway, it's nice for us to have a good rest at home after these few days of busy work."
The new restaurant has such good business, she secretly calculated that when the bonus is distributed at the end of the year, she can only get a few hundred yuan! Then she will go to the department store to buy, buy, buy, and spend money like crazy!
Just thinking about it makes me happy.
After the meal, the two young chefs and the waiter left. Lin Cuiping also rode her bicycle to the project canteen. The construction site was about to stop, so she went to hand over the work to the project department.
"Please close the door of the restaurant when you leave." Lin Cuiping waved at Song Shanchuan: "I have something to do today so I won't go to the hospital. Let Aunt Song recover quickly. Our restaurant needs her!"
Song Shanchuan hummed and smiled at her: "Slow down, Cuiping."
This time it was not Crispy, but Cuiping. His speech was becoming clearer and clearer.
After waiting for Lin Cuiping to leave, Song Shanchuan went back into the kitchen, sorted out the menu for tomorrow, and then prepared to leave.
The newspaper on the table was blown in front of him because the rear window was open. A large part of the newspaper was reporting on the chef competition.
This is the 1st National Cooking Skills Competition. Because the first one was very successful, this time the publicity was even bigger. It was held in Hangzhou and chefs from all over the country were able to participate.
Only by passing the competition and being on TV shows, the dishes must be creative, colorful, fragrant and delicious...
Song Shanchuan slowly relaxed when he saw this. How could he dare to go on TV? With so many people around, he felt that he would be so panicked that he would be speechless and afraid of making a big fool of himself.
Now everything is fine, I am doing what I like in the restaurant, I can see her every day, and I earn a lot of money.
He smiled, put the newspaper aside and was about to close the door and go out, but the newspaper seemed to have eyes and was blown up by the wind again.
Turning the page, the prizes for this competition are written on the back.
First Prize: 500 RMB in cash and a new point-and-shoot camera...
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