I used to be a liar, but now call me a cooking god!

"Package? If the customer asks you to pack, you can just pack it. Why are you asking me for such a small matter?"

The boss of Shanping was confused by the question and a little unhappy. He had a stern face and felt that the front desk was holding his restaurant back.

"No, boss, the customer meant that he didn't eat in the restaurant, but ordered the dishes to take away directly. It's not what you think, packing up the leftovers after the meal."

The front desk regretted coming to the boss. She should have asked Sister Qi Yue to avoid being scolded.

If it were normal, would she ask someone to pack up? She would just pack the dishes and take them away with nice words. If the customer asked, she would deliver them directly to the door.

What's wrong with people who like to eat the hotel's food and don't want to stay in the hotel?

The reason why no one in Shanping Restaurant had ever packed up before was mainly because the business was too bad and the food was not special, so no one wanted to pack up.

But the situation was different today. The private rooms on the upper and lower floors were all full, and the kitchen was too busy to handle it. How could she pack up? She didn't dare to refuse directly, so she asked the boss.

Boss Shanping was still standing by the stove, waiting for a new pot of glutinous rice and lotus root to come out of the pot. After understanding the meaning, he agreed without thinking.

"If the guests want to take away, just let them order the dishes and take away. At most, they can wait a little longer. You still want to refuse the money that is delivered to your door. Do you want to quit?"

Not to mention the aggrieved front desk, Wang Qiyue, who was busy next to him, had already called for a stop.

"Boss, you can't take any more orders. The kitchen doesn't have enough dishes to sell, and I can't handle it."

"Why don't you let Li Dahai help you?"

The hotel business has been sluggish for a long time, and it has finally improved. The boss is not willing to give up the customers he has got.

When the boss is unhappy with someone, even breathing is wrong. He was in the kitchen most of the time today. What did he see Li Dahai busy doing? He was just cutting vegetables and helping to get things.

There are many things he can do if he is not a chef. This guy actually snatched the job of the side dish chef. It is clear that he is in a bad mood. Boss Shanping pointed at Li Dahai and started to scold him.

"What are you doing? You can't help make such a simple dish as cold cucumber salad. You can always make braised meat. You have so much free time. If you don't want to do it, you'd better leave."

Li Dahai's face turned red with anger. If he didn't have some rationality, he would have punched the boss in the nose.

Wang Qiyue quickly grabbed the boss and said helplessly: "Boss, what my master taught me is suitable for me to operate. Others won't taste the same. Don't make it difficult for Brother Li."

Although they are all cold dishes, the steps are not simple. In order to taste good, many dishes have fine operations when they are improved. Details determine success or failure. This is the reason.

As mentioned before, the apprentices taught by Jiang Zhou are hand-in-hand and improved according to the direction that each person needs to improve. No step can be wrong.

Because everyone adds salt for seasoning and even the strength of mixing things is different, once others intervene and the steps are messed up, the dish will be ruined.

So, the scene in Xian Guocai's kitchen also appeared in the back kitchen. Others can only do simple preparations, and the rest of the things depend on Wang Qiyue alone.

When the boss of Shanping heard this, he disliked Li Dahai even more. He was already thinking about laying off the extra people and relying on Wang Qiyue to support the hotel.

"Qiyue, the hotel is rarely prosperous. You can bear a little bit of fatigue and hold on. I will give you a bonus later."

Wang Qiyue looked at the pile of ingredients on the table and suddenly felt overwhelmed. Even the good mood of learning skills was reduced a little.

She was so busy every day that she was afraid she would be exhausted.

But she was still an employee of Shanping. The boss said that she could only bite the bullet and continue to work.

After the boss left the kitchen, Li Dahai cursed a few words in a low voice and turned back to persuade Wang Qiyue.

"Sister Yue, you have been busy since 4 o'clock. I was the one who poured you water. He even asked you to work overtime. He treated you like a robot. If it goes on like this every day, who can stand it?"

"Yes, Sister Yue, the boss doesn't care whether the employees are tired or not for the sake of money. If you don't leave, you will be exhausted."

"He supervised the whole process. I squatted in the toilet for a while because of constipation. When I came back, he glared at me several times. Sister Yue, don't be soft-hearted or nostalgic."

Taking this opportunity, everyone began to persuade Wang Qiyue again.

The difficult working environment can be tolerated, but it is absolutely intolerable not to eat the dishes cooked by Sister Yue. No matter what, Sister Qiyue must cook a new meal. Maybe these delicious side dishes will be served for work meals in the future.

Wang Qiyue laughed a few times. She didn't respond, but she began to think about it in her heart.

The hotel lobby is still full of lights and wine, and the popularity is not reduced.

At the main entrance, some diners who hadn't reserved a table still insisted on coming here. They watched others coming in and out of the hotel, hoping that some guests would suddenly have something to do and not come, so as to give up their seats.

Of course, this was impossible.With the friendship of looking at each other's mouths together, the group of people get along well. As they chatted, they were almost ready to become sworn brothers.

At this time, a retired old man suddenly pointed at the young man who was making a phone call at the door and said excitedly: "That's my student. I have taught him for three years. Do you think I can get a free meal by just saying hello?"

"Are you familiar with him?"

"Of course, I remember that he didn't study hard at school. He wrote and drew on his notebook every day, fantasizing that he could become a writer. I ridiculed him. He read a 20,000-word self-criticism on the flag-raising platform at the meeting, stood up to listen to the class three times a day, and finally graduated safely."

Are you sure you won't be beaten if you go?

"Did he change later?" someone asked curiously.

"No, I heard that he was still writing novels every day in high school. He earned a house before graduation. Later, he didn't go to college and became a professional novelist. His novels were adapted into film and television dramas and made a lot of money. Now he doesn't do anything and can make ends meet by living on bank interest."

Oh my god, it's so realistic.

Everyone didn't understand.

"With this relationship, you still dare to eat for free?"

"Because of this relationship, I can eat for free."

The retired old man said seriously: "When he saw me, he would think of his pitiful self in the past. In order to show off his success, he took me to the box, ordered whatever dishes were expensive, and asked me to eat while laughing at me for being blind. I ate the dishes I dreamed of with a humiliated face. This is what is written in novels. I still know this routine."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and actually walked towards the hotel. Obviously, for the sake of stuttering, he had already played shamelessness to the extreme.

Everyone only saw him say a few words to the handsome guy, and the two disappeared at the door, obviously going to eat.

The group of diners at the door who had no food to eat suddenly cried out, regretting that they didn't become teachers when they were young and didn't deal with a few students.

"Don't be envious, maybe his students are already making fun of him, he's in pain."

"Yes, making fun of him is a free meal, and ordering a large table."

"I can accept this pain, please let me bear it all."

"I'm not envious, I really don't envy him at all..."