Ye Xuwen led his team to the teahouse and tavern in a hurry, but Fengming was busy competing with the chef of the tavern in cooking skills!
This is what happened.
This restaurant really invited a chef from Daqing, who is said to be a top-notch chef. The master has cooking requirements every day and decides the daily menu based on his mood. He will never cook dishes that are not on his daily menu.
For example, the menu he ordered today is: pan-fried short ribs, steamed pollack, braised prawns, stir-fried spring bamboo shoots with shepherd's purse, and crab roe tofu soup.
But Feng Xiyun didn't know this rule, and he really wanted to eat boiled pork slices and garlic spare ribs today, so he asked the chef if he could make these dishes. Naturally, the waiter said that there was no such dish.
Feng Xiyun casually complained, "He claims to be a top chef, but he doesn't even have these two dishes."
Alas, this is what caused the trouble.
When the quick-talking waiter went downstairs to deliver the menus, he casually told this matter to another waiter. Unfortunately, the chef happened to hear it and was very unhappy.
Although Feng Xiyun didn't know the rules and didn't get the dishes he wanted, so he just complained, which was fine. But for the chef, if you come to my restaurant to eat, you should know my rules, so you shouldn't complain about me. Since you complained about me, I must be unhappy.
Just when the two waiters who were delivering the message were trembling with fear, thinking that the hot-tempered chef was about to lose his temper, the chef actually quietly and quickly prepared the dishes that Feng Xiyun and the others had ordered, and his performance was beyond his level, and he himself was very satisfied.
Humph, looking at those two waiters who were judging others by their own mean standards, the chef thought to himself, "I'm not that stingy. Since I'm a chef, I'll use chef's methods. Let's see if you're embarrassed to say anything after eating my dishes."
The chef was looking forward to seeing those customers who complained about him get slapped in the face after eating his dishes, but the waiter didn't come to serve them for a long time.
This is strange. Usually, whenever the guests tasted his dishes, they would invite him to come and try them with great appreciation. Why is it different today?
Unable to wait any longer, the chef rushed out of the kitchen without even putting down the big spoon in his hand, grabbed a waiter at random, asked about Fengming and the others' location, and rushed over.
When I reached the door, I heard Fengming commenting, "Today's dish is indeed made by our great chef from Daqing. The short ribs are crispy and spicy, charred on the outside and tender on the inside. The cooking time is just right, and they are neither too soft nor too tough. They are very good."
"Hmph, you're sensible." The chef was delighted when he heard this outside the door. His anger subsided a lot, and when he heard another beautiful female voice, he softened his heart and decided not to bother with these people.
But just as he was making this decision, Feng Ming's new comments came from the room: "Well, only the pan-fried short ribs are pretty good. Pollock is originally a specialty of Dongyao, but its meat is coarse and has a grassy smell, so it's not suitable for steaming. It's more suitable for braising or making fish soup with tofu. Not only will it bring out the flavor of the pollock, but it will also give diners a good eating experience."
Upon hearing this, the chef wanted to rush in and argue with Fengming, but Fengming's voice came from inside again: "I guess this chef didn't know about pollack before coming to Dongyao. In Daqing, we make steamed sea bass, which is extremely delicious. This chef probably didn't carefully study the differences between fish and just simply made this steamed pollack according to the steamed sea bass recipe. It's obvious that this chef is dismissive."
Um......
The chef's face flushed upon hearing this. Fengming's words were surprisingly accurate. He had been hired by the Mingcheng Tavern at great expense, and initially, he diligently prepared various dishes, earning him praise and admiration from the diners. Gradually, these compliments blinded him, and he grew increasingly proud. He felt that any random dish he made would be considered a delicacy by these uninitiated outsiders, and his cooking became less and less thorough. This steamed pollack was just a random idea he'd come up with, but he hadn't expected to meet an expert today, who would see through his plan at a glance.
"As for these other dishes, they actually tasted pretty good, but I always felt like they were missing something. They could have been made better, but the chef didn't give his 100% effort, leaving the dishes with that little flaw."
The chef who was eavesdropping outside was really ashamed now. He had the nerve to rush up and cause trouble for others, but he didn't know that his weakness had already been seen clearly by others.
knock
knock
knock
There was a knock on the door, and Feng Ming looked at the door in surprise. Bi Chun understood and opened the door, only to see a strange fat man standing outside the door shyly, holding a large spoon.
Bi Chun didn't know what to say for a moment, because she thought this person was from Dongyao, but she couldn't speak Dongyao, so the atmosphere was a little awkward.
"Um, I'm the chef of this restaurant..."
It was the chef who broke the awkward silence, speaking in standard Daqing Mandarin. Bi Chun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he could understand, there would be no problem. But what was the chef doing here?
"Um, Mr. Chef, what's up?"
The chef who knocked on the door on impulse was speechless for a moment. Could it be that he originally felt that he was not praised and came up to find fault, and then found that his shortcomings were clearly pointed out by others, so he felt ashamed and wanted to apologize.
"Um, that... well, let me be frank. I just heard the lady inside the room commenting on the dish I made. I feel that I didn't do it well, so I want to apologize to her in person."
The chef was a man, and although he felt extremely ashamed, he realized that he had done something wrong, so after struggling for a while, he just said it straight out.
But Bi Chun didn't believe what he said and looked at him back and forth with suspicion. Suddenly, an inexplicable person ran over and said, "I'm sorry, I just eavesdropped on you guys, and I think you're right, so I wanted to come in and give you a thumbs up." Only a fool would think that this person had no other intentions.
"What's wrong?"
Just as the atmosphere fell into silence again, Fengming walked to the door.
"Um, Miss, this person claims to be the chef at the restaurant and wants to apologize to you."
Bi Chun repeated what the chef had just said to her. Feng Ming was not angry. She also liked cooking and naturally knew that chefs all had their own pride, so she understood.
And seeing that the chef was indeed a straightforward man, I happily discussed some cooking methods with the chef. When they got excited, they went to the kitchen together to exchange cooking skills.
Feng Yuyun and Feng Xiyun naturally did not want to miss the fun, so everyone in the room went to the kitchen downstairs in a lively manner.
Shortly after they left the room, an uninvited guest climbed through the window and entered the room.
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