"cannot."
Facing Liu Lan's expectant gaze, Jia Dongsheng suddenly had the idea of playing games, but that would be like playing with Teddy Bear, which was not good, so he quickly threw the picture that was about to appear in his mind out of his mind.
There is no way. I have something to do in the afternoon and no time to play a game. I can only resist.
"Your cooking skills are only as good as your sister Qin's right now, and your sister Qin only stepped in because the kitchen was short of a head chef. Otherwise, her cooking skills would still be a step behind."
Jia Dongsheng's words were cruel to Liu Lan: "So, if you want to be a chef, your chances are slim."
"But if you master your noodle making skills, your achievements will be no less than those of a cooking chef."
"Master, are you serious? How can being a noodle chef be as prestigious as being a cook?"
So this is what Liu Lan was worried about. Jia Dongsheng smiled bitterly and said, "Do you know that in the state banquet kitchen, the status of the noodle counter is not low, and many chefs can't compare to them."
This made Liu Lan happy. She had always been thinking about learning how to cook because in the kitchen, making noodles did not have as high a status as cooking. That was why she was so obsessed with learning how to cook.
But who knew that what Jia Dongsheng said had a great impact on her.
"Then why is it that in our factory, the status of the noodle maker is not as high as that of the head chef?"
Facing Liu Lan's question, Jia Dongsheng smiled and said, "Don't you think about it carefully? Our factory only makes steamed buns and cornbread. Any dough maker can do that. How can your status be elevated?"
"But learning the noodle recipe well will be beneficial in the future, so don't worry about it, just study hard."
I can't say this any more. After the reform, Jia Dongsheng plans to open several large restaurants. By then, it will be much harder to find a good noodle maker than a good chef.
At that time, high-end noodles must be made by skilled noodle chefs, otherwise the noodles in big restaurants will not be up to standard at all.
With Jia Dongsheng's help, Liu Lan began to study noodle making seriously. Before, even though Jia Dongsheng had told her several times, she didn't take it to heart.
What you said today was heard by me.
Faced with this situation, Jia Dongsheng was of course very happy. Liu Lan would be the pastry director of his restaurant in the future. He knew a lot about high-end pasta, including Chinese, Western, French, Italian, and all over the world.
As long as Liu Lan is willing to learn, he plans to teach her.
After lunch, he didn't play any games and just lay down for a while. Jia Dongsheng didn't need to prepare most of the dishes for Monday's reception himself, as Qin Huairu or Qi Shuang could handle it, so he set off early.
The Red Star Machine Repair Factory is just a small factory with less than a thousand people in the entire factory.
This number of people is actually quite a lot.
In the entire city of Beijing, there are still some truly small factories with only dozens of people. For example, some glove factories that specialize in making gloves only have dozens of people. Those are truly small factories.
The Red Star Machine Repair Factory is small when compared with the main factory, and compared with the steel rolling mill, there are few factories in the entire city that are not small.
When we arrived at the gate of the machine repair shop, the person guarding the gate was not a regular security officer, but an old man who was guarding the gate.
After all, the machine repair shop is full of broken machines, and no one comes to steal them. Even if they are stolen, they are not worth much, so there is no need for the security department to stand guard. This is different from a steel rolling mill.
"Master, I'm here to look for someone."
As he spoke, a cigarette was handed to him. Although he didn't smoke, Jia Dongsheng still understood the ways of the world.
Therefore, in the homestay, Jia Dongsheng always carried a few packs of cigarettes with him, and they were not cheap cigarettes, they were all mouthless Huazi.
"Wow, such a good cigarette?"
The gatekeeper saw that it was Huazi, a top-quality cigarette. He had only smelled it when other people passed by the gate smoking, but had never smoked it himself.
"Hey, cigarettes are for smoking, there's no such thing as good or bad."
"Hey, young man, you're right."
The gatekeeper was amused. He took the cigarette but didn't light it. He just put it on his ear. No need to say anything, he just showed it off first.
"Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for Nan Yi from the kitchen. Has he come to work today?"
"Nan Yi?"
The gatekeeper smiled and said, "Young man, Nan Yi is not in the kitchen."
"He's not in the kitchen. Was he fired?"
Jia Dongsheng showed a surprised expression at the right time, but he knew in his heart that Nan Yi was probably punished to clean the toilet again.
There was no way. Nan Yi's background was not very good, and his temper was not very good either. The director of the machine repair factory at that time was a farmer's son, and he was a little dissatisfied with Nan Yi's background.
Whenever Nan Yi made a mistake, he would take the opportunity to make Nan Yi sweep the toilet as a punishment. According to the machine repair factory director, his punishment was to remove the capitalist flavor from Nan Yi.
"Nan Yi contradicted his boss and is now cleaning the restroom."
The words from the gatekeeper confirmed Jia Dongsheng's suspicions. He then continued, "Hey, what a good cook! The food he cooks is delicious. Every time he gets punished, the food in the cafeteria goes down. I didn't even have a full meal this lunch."
"hehe."
Hearing the doorman's complaints, Jia Dongsheng smiled and said, "Uncle, please be busy first. I'm going to the toilet to find him."
"By the way, I'm a chef in the kitchen of a steel mill."
You need to report your address and the doorman also needs to register.
"Okay, got it. Come again, young man."
The gatekeeper had a good impression of the young man who gave him his first cigarette in his life. If he hadn't left so quickly, he would have wanted to be a matchmaker.
Jia Dongsheng had no idea that the gatekeeper was thinking so much. At this time, he had already walked into the machine repair factory. There were not many people in the factory, probably because of the working hours. Everyone had gone into the workshop to work.
This also led to Jia Dongsheng searching for a while but not being able to find where the toilet was immediately.
However, the factory was not that big after all. After walking for about ten minutes, I suddenly heard Nan Yi's voice coming from the front. There was no doubt that the toilet must be ahead.
What made Jia Dongsheng curious was that in the middle of the afternoon, there was no smell coming from the toilet which was right in front of him.
This is not normal.
After all, the factory toilets are all public toilets, and it is not long since the beginning of autumn, so it is still very hot at noon and in the afternoon, which is when the smell is strong.
However, Jia Dongsheng was not a professional who studied the smell of toilets. He just knew that Nan Yi was in the toilet and wanted to find him by following the smell, so he paid attention to this point.
"The method of making this braised pork is very simple. First, fill the pot with cold water, then throw the pork, especially the three-layer pork belly, into the water, and then..."
What kind of hobby does this guy have? He was explaining the recipe of braised pork in the toilet. Jia Dongsheng was really at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
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