Wang Jing’s smile beca even more satisfied: "No rush, just the right opportunity to try the Three at Buns and Fernted Rice with Stead Buns. Ugh, being on a diet makes eating such a burden, later at the banquet I won’t dare touch these carbs."
Qin Huai: 6
Dare to eat in the kitchen but not at the banquet, right? Mr. Wang really understands dieting.
"So Mr. Wang, would you like so noodles or...?"
"Both, my husband Mr. Han will be here soon, whatever I can’t finish, he’ll eat."
Qin Huai understood imdiately: "Alright, I’ll cook a bit more."
Wang Jing nodded appreciatively, thinking Cheng Gong was indeed truthful, this Master Qin is really soone who understands the subtext of people’s words.
minutes later, Wang Jing, dressed in an LV dress, Burberry trench coat, Gucci scarf, Valentino shoes, wearing a Cartier bracelet and a Tiffany necklace, and carrying an Hers bag, very skillfully squatted at the back kitchen door, one foot in front, one foot behind, leaning forward to conveniently see those coming to the kitchen door.
Holding the noodles with one hand, chopsticks in the other, steadily and securely, she inhaled the noodles like a gust of wind.
Qin Huai squatted beside her, joining in, and ate another bowl of Longevity Noodles.
Zang Mu, who was preparing the ingredients, looked on curiously at the scene in front of him, giving a look to Tong De Yan as if asking if he had really reminded Qin Huai about it yesterday, only to receive Tong De Yan’s despairing gesture of closing his eyes.
Zang Liang eagerly asked Zang Mu, "Master, can I..."
"Don’t even think about it!"
At the kitchen door, Wang Jing heartily enjoyed a bowl of noodles, then stood up to drink the soup, not forgetting to share her tips with Qin Huai: "You can squat to eat, but when drinking the soup, you must stand up, otherwise the soup won’t go down smoothly."
"Before I t Mr. Han, I worked as a server in a State owned Restaurant, and back then the kitchens in those restaurants weren’t as big as the ones in the hotels today, but the layout was similar. Sotis we secretly made a little al for ourselves, but we couldn’t eat outside and couldn’t enter the kitchen either to delay the chefs’ work, the clothes we wore weren’t clean enough, afraid of dirtying the kitchen, so we squatted at the door to eat."
"This position and this posture are excellent, my squatting experience developed over years. Squatting here one can see what’s happening outside, if soone cos, you can get up imdiately, put down the bowl and go out. From the angle the door opens, outsiders find it hard to notice and see us eating secretly inside, very safe."
"Indeed so." Qin Huai showed a humble expression of learning, "Very practical, in the future, when I make a little al for my sister, she can also try to find the right angle."
"But my community canteen has transparent glass, people can see through the window from outside, is this angle still..."
"You can always find a blind spot." Wang Jing said with experience, "Just follow this thod, you will definitely find a blind spot."
"Thank you, Mr. Wang."
"It’s a small matter."
Once the soup was finished, Wang Jing transford from a State owned Restaurant female server to a retired Mr. Wang, straightened her clothes, calmly walked to the kitchen door to play with her son, and then handed over the spot to Han Guishan.
"Take it easy while eating, don’t spoil your lunch." Wang Jing reminded.
"Got it, got it." Han Guishan nodded, then began to inhale rapidly.
Qin Huai gave Cheng Gong a friendly smile: "Assistant Chen, fancy a bowl of noodles?"
Cheng Gong first glanced at Han Guishan, saw the boss eating heartily, thought for two seconds and nodded.
Seeing both Han Guishan and Cheng Gong had started eating, Qin Huai returned to his culinary station to continue making snacks. He ca early today so there’s plenty of ti, but today is a birthday banquet, a day for working hard, Qin Huai couldn’t possibly drag Cheng Gong into small talk or gossip like he did yesterday.
As for why he squatted at the door eating noodles with Wang Jing just now...
A not fully satisfied Master Qin felt accompanying Mr. Wang for a bowl would make the al more enjoyable.
Zang Liang saw Qin Huai return to work, he also resud his tasks.
Zang Liang worked very efficiently, everything for the banquet was prepped long ago, now he’s preparing more ingredients than needed for the event.
They will surely be consud; President Han can devour it all.
Qin Huai was preparing the filling for Four Happiness dumplings, with his current Master Level skills, making the filling wouldn’t be an issue even if he chatted while flirting and closed his eyes at the sa ti.
"Zang Liang, what kind of person would be wholeheartedly devoted to a company?" Qin Huai asked.
Zang Liang was chopping at, cautious not to get distracted, stared at the at, thought slower than usual, and said, "High salary?"
"When I first studied cooking with my master, I was an apprentice without a salary, back then I envied the dishwashers in the kitchen. Dishwashers made over 2000 yuan a month, at that ti I thought 2000 yuan was more than enough, if I got 2000 a month, I’d work in the kitchen until I died!"
"Then let put it another way, suppose there are spirits in this world, and they change their life’s direction and habits due to obsession. What kind of obsession would make a spirit wholeheartedly follow a boss, working tirelessly until death?"
Faced with Qin Huai’s peculiar question, Zang Liang took it well. He was a friend of Tan Wei’an, Tan Wei’an had told him Qin Huai imagined having a ga system distributing tasks for dish ratings.
After seeing Qin Huai’s filling preparation skills, Zang Liang thought he could accept whatever oddity Qin Huai had.
Zhiwei Restaurant’s Guli also had the quirk of working 14 hours a day.
Given Qin Huai’s talent at his age, if he didn’t have so quirks, it would be unbelievable.
Reviews
All reviews (0)