Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"I would like to ask what you think about the "gutter oil" incident?"

"What do you think?" Zhao Boxue was stunned for a moment, a little surprised: "You can't use this kind of stuff called gutter oil. How can you use it if it smells bad? If any chef uses this stuff, he will be scolded by the diners. It's inedible, unhygienic, and unhygienic. Isn't this destroying your reputation?"

What Zhao Boxue said sounded so natural.

It seems that not using "gutter oil" is just like eating and drinking water.

This attitude stunned the audience in front of the TV.

"Then can you share with us how ordinary people can identify "gutter oil"? Now illegal vendors will mix the fake with the real."

"Hey, this is not simple. Those "gutter oils" are fine if you have eyes. The real oil is clear and transparent, and it doesn't have that weird smell. You can basically tell it with just a glance. As long as you don't try to get a bargain, you are unlikely to buy this kind of oil."

"Isn't what he said a little too directly?" Qin Huairu looked at Zhao Boxue on TV, somewhat worried about the subsequent impact.

"That's the fact." Cao Wei shrugged.

If you talk about gutter oil, the production level is really low-level. It is just simply filtered and some flavoring is added to cover the taste.

As long as you have eyes, you can see the difference between it and real oil.

Don’t the people who buy the oil know there’s a problem?

No, they knew, but they didn't realize how outrageous the problem could be.

The filtering level of this era is not strong enough to filter the waste oil to the same level as normal oil. Even if there is such technology, it will cost money, right?

After this interview, many people still have doubts about consumption.

But at least, I dare to go out and try it, but when I taste it, I will deliberately feel the flavor of the dish.

If you feel the taste is not right, immediately shout and ask to check the oil or the kitchen.

Under such circumstances, quite a few businesses were forced to clean up their kitchens, not for any other reason, but to tell customers that the dishes had a different taste, and it was not because of the oil, but because they were just bad cooks...

This is just a problem for diners.

The bigger problem comes from elsewhere.

"Boxue, you really need to help me. We are one family. My restaurant has been closed for a month. Please talk to your master and ask him to help me..."

"Well, you are so knowledgeable, tell me how this happened..."

"Yes, Erudite..."

Zhao Boxue felt like his head had grown bigger.

He couldn't understand why the restaurants and hotels under Samadhi Tower were fine, but they were in trouble.

Coincidentally, they thought so too.

They thought that Samadhi House was fine because it had a strong background. They thought that since they were all cooks, they wanted to see if Samadhi House could help.

"You are so knowledgeable. My shop is full of people and horses every day. It takes a month to make a lot of money. I can't let them leave. If they leave, it will be difficult to find experienced people. You see, think of a way, think of a way..."

Looking at the old man, who was a generation older than him, begging him here, he sighed.

"Everyone, everyone. Be quiet, be quiet." Zhao Boxue pressed his hands: "I can help with this matter, but I need your cooperation."

In the office on the third floor.

Cao Wei sat in front of his coffee table and slowly made tea.

In recent years, there are not many masters who can really find him. The one in front of him is one of them.

The old man was wearing white cloth. He could be considered the last generation of imperial chefs. He was quite old, and his skills were also very impressive.

"I say, Lao Cao..."

"No, at your age, it's a bit too much to call me Lao Cao." Cao Wei wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, speechless.

He is old and has a quirky personality, but no one in this world can control him.

"As our cook, let's talk about your skills. Your skills are equal to mine. To be more precise, they are better than mine. It's not too much for me to call you Lao Cao."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is fine. Come, have some tea."

"Old Cao, tell me what's going on. Among all the restaurants in this city, your Samadhi Restaurant is the only one that's fine. If you say that there's something wrong with the others, I don't believe it. Is your restaurant the only one that's clean?" Grandpa Yu took a sip of tea and started talking about business.

"This is a good thing."

"What good news? Just tell me. I'm having a headache outside."

"Tsk, you know what, those people outside all have some problems to some extent. If you hit them with a brick, nine out of ten will have problems, and the remaining one is Samadhi Tower."

"Don't bluff me."

"Why would I scare you?" Cao Wei said helplessly, "In recent years, those who dare to work in restaurants and know you all have good cooking skills. At least they can be cooks in Samadhi Building. Some of them left Samadhi Building. How could I not know that? If you have skills, you can make money. Once you make money, you become arrogant and don't take cooking so seriously anymore."

This is the truth.

Since ancient times, being a cook has not been a good profession.

Before liberation, it was a job to serve people, but it was a little more upscale. Even if it was the imperial chef, it was just like that. Anyone could bully a serious official. In later times, although the salary of a chef was not bad, some made 6,000 or 7,000 yuan, and some made 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, but that was all smoked out. With high-intensity work every day, who would be willing to continue to do hard labor after earning money?

There are people like Yu Zhuangzhuang who are honest and decent.

But most people, as long as they have money, still want to enjoy themselves.

Cook, I'm so tired.

This slackness caused problems in the kitchen. Not everyone follows the old-fashioned style.

For example, people of Grandpa Yu’s generation, the imperial chef, were men who possessed the “Nine Clans Bonds” BUFF.

"Tell me the truth, how far are you going to go this time?" Who is the old man? At this age, he has seen everything, and his mind is not confused. He immediately understood what Cao Wei meant.

"According to the above, we need to come up with a standard for what to do and how to do it, and implement comprehensive supervision. It's not just about oil."

"Then I understand." Mr. Yu nodded and stopped talking about this topic.

Since that was what the above meant, there was no need for him to inquire further.

Cao Wei handed this matter over to Zhao Boxue to deal with. As for how to deal with it, it was up to Zhao Boxue himself.

"I heard that you are interested in the legendary cuisine?" Grandpa Yu changed the subject.