Chapter 31: Chef Bao Paozi (Second Update)

  Zhang Liang frowned and said with a bitter face:

  "Master, this dish is not enough for me to eat alone. Why don't I, the apprentice, treat you and we go to that restaurant next door to have a meal? Let's consider it my master Zhang Liang's welcome feast."

  Jiang Feng was also furious, thinking that in modern times, if a manager-level cadre came to his restaurant, these chefs would use all their skills to fawn on them. But this guy just simply walked up and still looked down on his boss?

  However, at this time, his stomach was a bit hungry. Jiang Feng grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, then opened his mouth to speak to Zhang Liang:

  "Today is considered the first day of taking over this store, so I must eat here, it's like asking for good luck, no need to talk too much, just sit down and eat honestly."

  Some people, despite being dissatisfied in their hearts, were busy all morning without eating. Upon hearing this, they immediately started eating enthusiastically. Even Zhang Liang, who looked very unwilling, ate three or four steamed buns and a chicken leg.

  At this time, a big fat man walked over from the direction of the kitchen in the back. Although it was already early winter and Beijing was chilly, the fat man was still wearing a white cloth coat that didn't cover him well, revealing layers of belly underneath. His bald head shone with oil.

  With a completely carefree expression, he walked over to the table near Jiang Feng, pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at the people at the table. Zhao Xiuzai spoke up beside Jiang Feng:

  "This fat man is the head chef of Huifeng Tower, surnamed Bao, named Baowen, and everyone calls him Bao the Fat Man."

  As soon as he mentioned the kitchen, Jiang Feng suddenly discovered that earlier, it was unclear whether it was because he was too hungry, but the dishes on the table were actually not bad.

  Bao Pengzi sat beside them, pulling out a large fan and fanning himself, regardless of the fact that it was winter now, shaking the fan while talking to Jiang Feng and others:

  "Old Tang is really lucky, he owed a debt and ran away with 300 taels of silver, but I still haven't received my 15 taels of wages, Master, what should we do?"

  He didn't care about the brocade uniforms of Jiang Feng and Zhang Liang at all, speaking without any scruples. This sentence immediately woke up some confused Jiang Feng, who threw away the steamed bun in his hand, jumped up and asked Wang Zhuang, the shopkeeper behind the counter, loudly:

  "What's going on?"

  That shopkeeper Wang had a bitter smile on his face and said:

  "Boss Jiang, oh, the two gentlemen from the Ma family who own this wine shop have shares in it. They always come here to eat for free (at this point, he hastily changed his words), I mean, on credit, and bring other military officers with them. If things go on like this, this small shop will be in debt..."

  Jiang Feng's eyes were about to pop out, he was so angry that he wanted to pounce on the counter and strangle Wang Zhuanggui, who was speaking slowly and calmly. He shouted:

  "Why didn't you say so just now..."

  That Wang Zhanggui smiled wryly and replied to Jiang Feng with a humble expression:

  "Master, with your recent temper, I don't dare speak up."

  Zhao Xiūcái was there, dejectedly patting his own forehead and repeatedly saying:

  "It's alright, it's alright."

  Zhang Liang shouted from the side:

  "Master, if you don't let me go out and bring that old man back, I'll beat him up to vent your anger."

  Jiang Feng muttered a curse under his breath:

  "The contract has been signed, and it's probably too late for regrets. Besides, who knows where the big car has gone by now?"

  A group of people sat around with their heads hung low, and Bao Wen, who was sitting on one side, became impatient, slammed his fan on the table and shouted:

  "Master, are you going to pay me the fifteen taels of silver that I'm owed or not? Make up your mind. What's the point of just standing there sighing?"

  As soon as this was mentioned, the waiters and servants on the side started talking in a flurry of voices.

  "Still owes me five hundred coins"

  "I still have one hundred coins here"

  Jiang Feng felt his head swelling with anger, and by the end, everyone felt that the atmosphere was a bit off, and they all shut their mouths. But Jiang Feng suddenly looked up at Wang Zhuangui who was behind the counter and said:

  "Old Wang, don't you owe wages there?"

  Wang Zhanggui's face twisted into a bitter smile as he closed his ledger and said:

  "At first, it was agreed that I would get the year-end bonus, but as a result, not a single cent was received during last year's holiday. Originally thought this year would be more relaxed, who would have thought..."

  That Baozi over there won't let it go and keeps talking about owing wages, Jiang Feng suddenly remembered the taste of that dish from earlier, savored it for a moment, then turned around and pointed at the head chef saying:

  "Go and stir-fry a dish of pork slices with celery for me. If it's delicious, I'll pay you your wages right now!"

  As soon as the words came out, everyone was staring at Jiang Feng in shock. Zhao Xiucan covered his face with his hand and thought to himself: Is this guy crazy or not?! Bao Wen also stared blankly at Jiang Feng, then reacted after a while, slapped his thigh heavily, stood up, turned around and walked towards the kitchen without looking back, saying:

  "Stir-frying celery, isn't this looking down on me? See if you pay me wages or not?"

  Everyone on the side was stunned, completely unaware of what this new master was busy with. The people around Jiang Feng wanted to ask, but were stopped by his hand gesture.

  Stir-fried celery won't take long, and soon it's served. The celery is green and tender, the meat slices are pink, and the aroma is overwhelming. Jiang Feng nodded, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and Bao Wen looked at him with disdain, as if to say "you don't even know how to appreciate food".

  "The meat slices are tender and flavorful, the celery is crunchy and doesn't get stuck in your teeth, it's likely that the celery was added to the pot when the meat was cooked to 60% doneness."

  Jiang Feng closed his eyes, eating and speaking at the same time, a very satisfied smile on his face. Bao Wen's mouth was wide open in shock, his expression one of utter astonishment. The people around him were no less surprised, for this embroidered uniformed imperial guard who only ate plain food could actually cook? It was too unbelievable.

  In modern vocational schools, there are also wine houses to test whether a student can become a qualified chef. It's not about whether he can make seafood or Manchu Han Imperial Feast, but whether he can do well in making a home-cooked dish. After all, ordinary dishes are what the general public tastes.

  Among them, stir-frying celery is a test of the chef's skills. Because celery and meat slices are delicious if done well, they require completely different fire times, and adding ingredients and starting fires have certain rules to follow. The color, fragrance, and flavor are all difficult to excel in. If this dish is done well, other dishes are basically easy to handle (of course, here it only refers to the taste of the dish).

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