Chapter 499: Recruit?

After being scolded, Qingqing Fu Yunfeng regretfully gave up the idea.

Nanzhi in the kitchen had no idea that her parents were eager to help her take care of the store business.

If she knew, she would be in tears and laughter! Now she was standing in front of a casserole of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, observing the heat.

There are only a few servings of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall every day, and Nanzhi has to personally oversee them all with great care and effort.

No one else, even someone as experienced as Song Lin, can do this for Nanzhi.

Therefore, Nanzhi was also thinking that it was time to train two capable assistants.

Even if I can't replace her position in the kitchen, at least I can help her share some of the work.

But this kind of thing can't be accomplished in a few days. If you want to be able to do it as if it were your own arm, you still need to hone your skills! Nanzhi saw that Song Wan, the female apprentice brought by Zhou Bing, had some potential.

According to Nanzhi's observations over the past two days, Song Wan is down-to-earth but quick-witted, clever but with clear eyes, and most importantly, she doesn't talk much and is particularly hardworking.

Nanzhi didn't have much contact with her, but she had a good impression of her and asked Zhou Bing about Song Wan.

It is said that Song Wan is not even 20 years old. He dropped out of high school to become a chef. He became Zhou Bing's apprentice in just 2 years, which was a big leap in his life.

If Nanzhi competed with Zhou Bing for his apprentice... no, assistant, what would Zhou Bing think? Nanzhi thought carelessly, but his eyes did not slack off.

"It's time to turn off the fire."

Nanzhi said this lightly, and the young chefs guarding on both sides immediately helped Nanzhi turn off the fire on the stove.

Afterwards, several bowls of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall were immediately brought out.

Another young chef eagerly handed Nanzhi a towel to wipe his hands.

Nanzhi did not refuse. She took it and wiped it twice.

These young chefs vied to work hard in front of her, not because they wanted to please her because she was the boss.

They simply wanted to learn more skills from Nanzhi.

Nanzhi is also generous and will teach whatever he sees.

At this time, she looked around the kitchen.

The footsteps slowly came and stopped behind Song Wan.

Song Wan is cutting vegetables.

When in the Qing family's kitchen, Song Wan would occasionally touch the wok and stir-fry a few side dishes.

But when she arrived at Nanfeng Tower, Song Wan was only qualified to cut vegetables.

Nanzhi saw that she had good knife skills, so she must have worked hard on it.

The most important thing is that it is not mechanical or stereotyped, but contains her ingenuity.

Nanzhi looked for a long time, and Song Wan held her breath.

Nanzhi: "Why are you so nervous? Relax your wrist."

Song Wan took a deep breath and forced herself to relax her muscles.

Nanzhi's voice was calm and stern: "Raise your elbows a little higher. If you keep cutting like this, your arms will probably be so tired that you won't be able to lift them by the evening."

Song Wan was stunned on the spot and wanted to ask foolishly, "Boss, how do you know?"

Her arms did feel very sore every night, and she had to rub them with some activating oil so that it would not interfere with her work the next day.

But she has always been reserved and taciturn, and never told anyone about it, so how did Nanzhi figure it out?

Could it be that she saw it from the way she held the kitchen knife? This is too amazing...

Zhou Bing, who was busy at the stove nearby, raised his eyes thoughtfully.

But now was not a good time to talk, so he quickly gathered his thoughts and focused on the kitchen.

Just at this moment Fu Chao ran to the kitchen door.

He adhered to the principle proposed by Nanzhi that "the kitchen is an important area and no one can enter at will". He just stood outside a line of the kitchen door and called out "Zhizhi" in a low voice.

It was a little too noisy in the kitchen, so Nanzhi couldn't hear it at first.

Fu Chao had no choice but to clear his throat under the strange looks of several chefs:

"Hey, boss, could you please come over here for a moment?"

After all, he is an assistant, so there is nothing wrong with calling him boss.

Nanzhi suppressed her smile and walked over:

"What's wrong? Is there something going on up ahead?"

Seeing how calm Fu Chao seems, it shouldn't be the case.

Fu Chao looked at Nanzhi's ignorant look and sighed: "Mom and Dad are here."

Nanzhi was stunned:

"Huh?"

Fu Chao sighed again: "Grandpa and grandma are here too."

Nanzhi vaguely guessed:

“Is it possible that…”

Fu Chao sighed again: "Well, the family members are here."

The tone of voice made it sound as if everyone in the family was an ignorant child.

Nanzhi, on the other hand, was a little surprised at first, but soon laughed.

She patted Fu Chao on the shoulder:

"That's good. They are here to support me."

Fu Chao covered the microphone: "I'm worried that the media will catch me and write nonsense about me."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He doesn't care, he has gotten used to it over the years.

But he didn't want Zhizhi and his family to be involved in the entertainment industry's public opinion disputes.

Nanzhi looked at Fu Chao's worried look and laughed even harder:

"They are not children, don't worry."

Fu Chao nodded reluctantly.

Nanzhi asked him:

"By the way, what did they order?"

Fu Chao explained them one by one, and also mentioned that it was Nan Yi who introduced the menu:

"... With that eloquence, he must be a gold medal salesman! He is indeed our child! He is so smart! He loves what he does! Just like me!"

Fu Chao puffed out his chest proudly! "...Okay, okay."

Nanzhi didn't want to complain about her brother's overly eager desire to show off his baby.

Of course, she also thinks her home is awesome.

"There is no Buddha Jumps Over the Wall..."

Nanzhi also felt regretful that she couldn't let her family eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

But time is running out. It's already this late. She can't possibly conjure up a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall out of thin air.

As for withholding the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall from other guests and giving it to one's own family.

Regardless of whether he would be scolded or not, with Nanzhi's professional ethics, he would never do such a thing.

Nanzhi decided to use other dishes instead.

At this moment, a name popped up in her mind...

Fu Chao didn't know Nanzhi's thoughts yet, so he asked her:

"Zhizhi, do you want to go over and say hello? Well, I probably can't leave the kitchen now. You should go over after you're done. They can all wait for you!"

Nanzhi knows that everyone in the family is tolerant and loving of her, so she occasionally wants to give the same thing in return.

"Well, wait, let me make a dish."

Nanzhi turned back to the kitchen and happened to see Song Lin.

"Master Song, I remember the supplier delivered a large yellow croaker this morning?"

Song Lin didn't know why she suddenly asked about this, but he nodded:

"Yes, the quality is good. Do you want to use it now?"

Nanzhi nodded:

"Well, I want to cook a dish."

Throughout the long history of Chinese cuisine, there are many dishes that express filial piety.

One of the dishes comes from Emperor Qianlong and is made with large yellow croaker.

Of course, there are so many food stories about Emperor Qianlong in China.

It seemed like every time I went to a tourist attraction, I could see a dish that he had praised.

It's like Emperor Qianlong did nothing but wander around, eat, and write inscriptions for people every day...