Rebirth Ninety's Fat Wife Should Be Self-reliant

Chapter 103 Kung Pao Chicken

Anning Central Hospital can do a paternity test, but the results will take half a month.

Zhou Huilan sent Yaoyao and Lu Changqing's hair together, then she didn't think much more and returned to the kitchen safely.

But as soon as she entered the kitchen, more than a dozen pairs of eyes turned towards her. It was different from the usual greetings. Zhou Huilan clearly noticed that something was wrong here.

"What's wrong? I have flowers on my face?"

Zhou Huilan smiled awkwardly, trying to break the weird atmosphere, but no one paid attention to her.

She didn't stop and walked along the stove, but she saw Master Zhao in front of the stove she usually used, carrying a big shovel and flying up and down, and there were several people standing next to him.

"For this smooth meat, the most important thing is to cook it quickly. The oil temperature must be high, the meat must be inserted vigorously, the spatula must be sharp, and the meat must be stir-fried over high heat. Only then will the marinated meat become tender..." Master Zhao said very skillfully.

There was no delay at all.

After a while, a plate of stir-fried meat with small bamboo shoots came out of the pot. The meat was soft and tender, and the bamboo shoots were bright and bright. It was obvious that a lot of work had gone into it.

"Hey! Master Zhou is back!"

Master Zhao seemed to have just seen Zhou Huilan, and shouted with a smile, but before Zhou Huilan could agree, he put the spatula back on the stove, took a spoonful of water and splashed it a few times, "What dish is next?"

Sun Guowei, who was preparing food for him, was stunned for a moment and looked towards Zhou Huilan.

In the back kitchen, the rules that have been left over for thousands of years are actually the most particular about the backup position. When the master chef is absent, the assistant chef can take the place of the dishes, but he cannot use the master chef's stove and shovel. This is the rule.

Zhou Huilan may not be aware of this twist and turns, but everyone else in the kitchen understands it.

Zhou Huilan is standing here, and Master Zhao has no intention of letting go, so it is clear that he wants to save Zhou Huilan's face.

"Tsk! You kid, what are you going to cook next?" Seeing that Sun Guowei didn't move, Master Zhao picked up the shovel and hit him.

Sun Guowei glanced at Zhou Huilan and saw that she didn't respond. He lowered his head and handed the prepared dish to Master Zhao, "Kung Pao Chicken."

Master Zhao nodded, put a spoonful of warm oil into the pan and was about to start frying, but Zhou Huilan stood next to him, pulled the high chair she usually sat in the kitchen over, and sat directly next to Master Zhao.

Master Zhao was holding the marinated meat and was about to eat it when Zhou Huilan spoke first, "The Kung Pao chicken should be in a large amount of oil, but it should not be too hot. Hurry up and add the chicken pieces!"

Master Zhao, who was about to add the meat, was stunned and deliberately delayed for dozens of seconds before pouring the chicken into the oil pan.

"Zila——!"

There was a crisp sound, and huge smoke rose from the oil pan, choking Sun Guowei who couldn't help but cough before he could react.

Zhou Huilan covered her nose and said loudly on purpose: "Look, if the heat is too high, the meat will turn white. Master Zhao, this is not like your level!"

When Master Zhao, who was already holding back his anger, heard this, the spatula hit the bottom of the pot with a bang, and a third of the plate of meat flew out. He originally wanted to take out the fried chicken, but something went wrong.

He poured in the diced carrots again.

After a while, a plate of Kung Pao Chicken with neither color nor flavor was poured into the plate, but Su Xiaoliang, who was playing lotus next to her, looked at Zhou Huilan with an embarrassed look on her face.

When this dish is served, who is to blame if the guests are dissatisfied?

Zhou Huilan shook her head deliberately and exaggeratedly, stood up on a high stool and stretched, "I've been away for the past two days, and Master Zhao is probably exhausted. I'll fry the rest of the dishes!" she said.

She conveniently went to take the shovel from Master Zhao, but Master Zhao turned his hand away and avoided her.

"Mr. Zhang said he would ask me to cook, but he hasn't said yet that he won't ask me to cook. Master Zhou should just take a rest!"

Not only did he not go down the steps when he was handed out, but he also choked loudly. Even though Zhou Huilan didn't understand the strength of these kitchen rules, she couldn't laugh.

Master Zhao raised his hand to turn over the plate of Kung Pao Chicken, but as soon as his hand touched the plate, Zhou Huilan said: "Master Zhao is so tired that his hands are slippery, so he should go and have a rest first, or wait for the guests later."

Complaint will destroy the signboard of our Donghua Restaurant." After all, she has shares in this hotel, and Zhou Huilan doesn't want to mess around with him.

"No! Serve!" Master Zhao, who wanted to save face, just pushed the plate of food out.

The old man made it clear that he wanted to talk to her, and Zhou Huilan was too lazy to make trouble with him when he was busy, so she took off her apron and planned to go to the front to check on Zhang Yongqiang and ask about the situation.

But before she could reach the door, the waiter who had just served the food ran back.

“The customer returned the dish and asked for it to be remade!”

When he finished speaking, what was left on the table was the plate of Kung Pao Chicken.

Zhou Huilan paused and turned around to see Master Zhao angrily heating up the pan and frying Kung Pao Chicken.

This time she didn't say anything, but looking at Master Zhao's back, he was obviously angry and resentful, and he might have to withdraw from this game.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes after the second plate of Kung Pao Chicken was brought out, it was sent back again.

Until the third time, it was no longer just the waiter who came back with the dishes, but even Zhang Yongqiang came over.

Zhang Yongqiang entered the kitchen, his face immediately sank, "What's going on today, I can't even fry Kung Pao Chicken! Isn't Master Zhou back!"

"Mr. Zhang, I'm here!" Zhou Huilan was sitting at the door. When she heard this, she quickly stood up and said hello to Zhang Yongqiang, "Today's dish was made by Master Zhao. He must have been tired for the past few days.

, how about I fire next?”

Zhang Yongqiang was obviously taken aback, and his eyes swept across the people at the stove coldly. After a while, he changed his smile in embarrassment, "Master Zhou didn't cook today, no wonder..."

Master Zhao, who had never left the stove, was also angry at this moment.

He angrily grabbed his chopsticks and came over, "This Kung Pao Chicken is good, but what's wrong with it?"

"The customer said the meat..." the waiter who passed the dishes explained.

Zhang Yongqiang saw that he had a bad look on his face, so he also advised him, "Master Zhao, we still have to listen to our guests' suggestions."

But Master Zhao, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, refused to listen at all and kept going to the front to argue with the customer.

In just a moment, Zhou Huilan picked up the spatula, fried another plate of Kung Pao Chicken, and pushed it directly next to Master Zhao's plate.

The bright red and green side dishes, the peanuts are shiny, the chicken nuggets sway gently as the plate moves, and the sweet and sour taste wrapped in the oily aroma directly slides past the tips of everyone's noses.

Master Zhao, who was originally very eloquent, suddenly stopped talking.

Comparing the two, he lost first in selling.

But he still refused to give in, "My plate has been fried for a long time, how can this compare!"

Zhou Huilan trembled, ignored him, and directly ordered the waiter who was passing the dishes, "Give this plate to the guests!"

In this situation, the waiter didn't dare to move.

It was Zhang Yongqiang who spoke, and then he took the dishes and left.

One minute, two minutes...

Ten minutes, twenty minutes...

The waiter didn't come back to take away the dishes, but Master Zhao's face became darker and darker.

(End of chapter)