Siheyuan: The start of the game is bound to the self-killing system

"I can cook, but I still have to wait for my master."

The young cook shook his head at him and said.

Without his master, he would definitely not be cooking with a spoon.

If his master knew about it, then he might not be able to learn the true teaching.

"Those who are afraid of this and that, that's fine, I'll fry."

He Zhiqiang, frowning, watched him roll up his sleeves and walk to the side of the pot.

At this time, we still have to wait for the master who has diarrhea to come back. After he finishes having diarrhea, the feast is over.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Don't hurry up and chop the vegetables."

He Zhiqiang skillfully poured the lard, and turned his head to see that he was still motionless.

"This... Director He, isn't this against the rules?"

The young cook looked at him and said hesitantly.

If his master came later, how would he explain it?

This pot is equivalent to his master's, no one can touch this pot.

"Why is it against the rules? Isn't it just stir-frying? Don't think that only your master can stir-fry, and I can also stir-fry!"

He Zhiqiang put the onion, ginger and garlic, stir-fried with a spatula in his hand, looked at him and said.

At this time, he insisted on letting his master cook.

Without his master, the workers in the canteen don't have to eat?

The young head chef opened his mouth and closed it again. He was the workshop director, and he was just a cook.

If his master comes later, let He Zhiqiang explain to him!

At most, his master scolded him a few words.

He Zhiqiang's first dish is fried cabbage with belly belly, which is pork skin.

The main side dish is fried pork skin, Chinese cabbage, eggs and water chestnuts.

This belly control cabbage is the most common banquet dish in the 60s, and it is also an essential banquet dish.

He Zhiqiang poured pots of Chinese cabbage into the pot and stirred them with a large spatula from time to time.

Seeing that there are a lot of cabbage, in fact, it collapsed after a few stir-fries.

"Who is this? I'm not here, who cooked the dishes?"

He Zhiqiang was standing next to the cauldron and stirring, when he heard an angry shout behind him.

Just as he was about to turn his head, he felt someone kick his ass hard.

Fuck, who the hell dares to kick him!

"Who the hell kicked me?!"

He Zhiqiang turned around holding the fire angrily, and looked at the people behind him.

I saw the man who kicked him, a gray coat with a white apron cloth, a chef's hat on his head, and a big belly on his head.

Without thinking, he knew that this person was the chef of the second canteen.

"Master, Master, he is..."

The apprentice next to him was about to explain, but was interrupted by him before he finished speaking.

"What is he? He is the king of heaven and I should be beaten today. Who let him touch my pot?"

The chef turned his head and raised his hand to slap his apprentice hard on the head.

"I am the king of heaven? You are the chef, right? Is this pot yours? This pot is from the factory!"

He Zhiqiang looked at him angrily and said.

What the hell, this big black pot is obviously from the factory, how can this person have the nerve to say it belongs to him?

It can't be that this person is the head chef here. After a long time, he thought the whole back kitchen belonged to him, right?

"It's all mine. This back kitchen is my territory. Who are you? Where did you come from? Where are you going? You dare to use my pot to cook, what a shame!"

Chef Qi's chest heaved up and down, and he pointed at him and said.

"boom!"

He Zhiqiang didn't get used to him at all, he just raised his foot and kicked him hard in the stomach.

He is not immune to this uselessness, it is really the first time someone dared to kick him!

"Master, master, are you okay?"

Seeing his master fell to the ground, the apprentice hurried over to help him up and asked.

"Give me a shot, you have the guts to challenge me one-on-one!"

The chef cursed angrily and was helped up.

His size is twice as wide as the young guy in front of him, and he kicked him to the ground, isn't that too embarrassing?

"boom!"

He Zhiqiang kicked her in the stomach again, what the hell, with whom?

Head to head?

He can't get up with one foot!

The chef, who hadn't stood still, was kicked by him again and squatted on the ground.

"You're so fucking capable of making me stand up!"

The chef gritted his teeth angrily, looked at him and said.

If you have the ability to make him stand up, as long as he stands up, He Zhiqiang will be knocked down with one punch!

He Zhiqiang didn't see the chef when he came here before. It is estimated that the chef has had diarrhea since this morning and has been diarrhea until now.

"Okay, stand up and see whose fist is hard!"

He Zhiqiang looked at him with a smile instead of anger and said.

Isn't this too weak?

"Okay, you said you wait for me to stand up."

The chef squatted on the ground, pointed at him and said.

When He Zhiqiang didn't stand up, he looked at the pot and stirred it a few times with a spatula.

But cooking is the most important thing now.

It's just a casual fight.

"Report your name, which cook are you from?"

The chef stood up, looked at him and asked.

"Which family's cook? I'm not a cook."

He Zhiqiang looked at him with a smile and said.

Forget about being a cook, you can cook at home by yourself, there is no need to cook all day.

"You are not a cook, so what do you cook?"

The chef looked at him puzzled and said.

He also stretched his neck and looked into the big iron pot, seeing that the color of the dishes was quite authentic!

"I'm the workshop owner and director. By the way, here's a red envelope, take it."

He Zhiqiang smiled, walked up to him, took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it over.

When the chef heard his words, his mind went blank for a moment. Did he hear correctly just now?

The workshop owner, Mr. He, Mr. He, isn't he the one who is going to host the banquet today?

"I won't report this matter to the factory leaders. Today is my day of great joy. Keep this red envelope!"

He Zhiqiang looked at him standing there motionless, smiled and patted his shoulder with his hands.

Forced?

As the workshop director, he still has some right to manage the kitchen.

"Director He, hello Director He, it's because I don't know Taishan with my eyes, Mr. He doesn't care about villains,

Director He, I'll cook, I'll cook, don't tire you out, take a break! "

The chef's face turned 180 degrees, and he watched him walk to the big iron pot with a smile.

I hope this workshop director is not narrow-minded, don't wear small shoes with him.

"It's okay, it's okay, take this red envelope!"

He Zhiqiang waved his hand and stuffed the red envelope into his pocket.

Everyone has a red envelope, which is indispensable for the time being, and besides, the chef is even more indispensable.

Kicked him once, and he returned two kicks, no loss.

He Zhiqiang saw him covering his stomach with one hand and holding a spatula in the other, struggling to stir fry a large pot of vegetables.

"If your stomach still hurts, don't fire it, let your apprentice copy it!"

He Zhiqiang glanced at the young cook and said to him.

"Okay, okay, listen to Director He, come here and cook quickly."

The chef forced a smile and said to him.