All Things That Eat Halberd Are Reborn

Not only the chef is here, but also the lobby manager and some foremen are all gathered here.

"Everyone be quiet!" The mustache sous chef loudly stopped everyone from discussing.

"There is no need to mention Chef Hojo's accidental fall. What we have to do now is to solve the vacancy after Chef Hojo's fall."

"I know that my culinary skills cannot be compared with the chef's. Those new dishes that are still open for me to cook will only be nondescript."

"So, what do you want to say." The lobby manager's face began to panic, and he probably guessed what the mustache sous chef was thinking.

"Since the new dishes are not good, why don't we choose more perfect dishes to deal with this crisis?" The idea of ​​the mustache sous chef made everyone in the back kitchen fall into silence.

chapter 558

The chefs in charge of the stove kept whispering, while the head chefs in charge of daily kitchen work lowered their heads and looked thoughtful.

Unlike the little cooks below, they have achieved more or less achievements in cooking, and they have long passed the youthful period when they only see right and wrong.

The question raised by the mustache sous chef is very realistic. With the absence of the mainstay chef, can they really satisfy Erina, the tongue of God?Can he really satisfy the baron who is young, but whose reputation in the Far East has completely surpassed that of the younger generation, and who is vaguely comparable to the gourmet king Nakiri Senzaemon?

"How about using Master Zhu's recipes and modifying them?" A head chef suddenly suggested. "Master Zhu has been back to China for a long time, and his dishes have basically been removed from the menu."

The implication is that the person is absent and the dishes are not registered, so he is a good candidate to take the blame.

"No, you can't do this." The lobby manager looked at all the silent kitchen leaders, and was startled, with sweat dripping down his face.

"Master Zhu is the chef specially invited by the boss!"

"If it gets out, what will our Hojo Restaurant have to gain a foothold in the Far Eastern cuisine world?"

"Then don't let it spread!" The mustache sous chef interrupted the lobby manager roughly.

"I think everyone here should understand." The mustache sous chef winked at the chefs.

The head chefs gathered their chefs together knowingly.

"Lobby manager, you don't have to worry about the next thing."

"Sous Chef! Sous Chef! Listen to me! It really can't be like this!" The lobby manager who was half-pushed and half-sent to the door faced the door of the kitchen and wanted to cry without tears.

Even if he is as good-tempered as he is, he still has the urge to curse.

These short-sighted chefs haven't even understood the difference between specially hired and specially invited!

Special appointment - no matter how high the chef's status is, no matter how powerful the store is, he still needs to be named as the store owner in name.Belongs to gold medalist.

As for the special invitation - even if it is given a huge amount of money, it can only be called the price of friendship, like-mindedness, meeting bosom friends in the mountains and rivers, and acquaintances with Bao, as long as you put aside the feelings of the chef, you are absolutely free.

From the lobby manager's point of view, although the young chef named "Zhu Sanjin" seems to be delicious and lazy, he always reveals an unsuitable delicacy and extravagance from time to time. If he thinks his identity has some background, it is definitely not what the latter said when he introduced himself. "The people of the mountains and the wild, the aspirations are hard to achieve".

At least a mediocre person will never maintain his own appearance all the time, so as to appear calm and personable.

It is difficult for him, a senior lobby manager, to do this.

In addition, the boss's reticent attitude now seems to be worth pondering.

"It's going to happen, it's going to happen!" The lobby manager was pacing back and forth in the lobby, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he couldn't see the dignified appearance that the lobby manager should have.

Especially after seeing the mustache sous chef throwing several head chefs pushing the dining car into the elevator, the panic and uneasiness in his heart couldn't be increased.

If it is really a child of a family in the Chinese culinary world, how can they be messed with by a small Hojo family in the Far East?

"Uncle? Just now my father asked me to come over very urgently. Do you know what's going on?" A slightly boyish female voice sounded in the ear of the lobby manager with absent-minded eyes.

The lobby manager looked at the panting girl, his eyes lit up!

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private room.

The private room of the Chinese-style round table is quite atmospheric with dark brown wooden floor and warm lighting.

In addition to the sheen on other sofas, cabinets, and potted utensils in the private room, it is not too greasy in the quiet room.

Cooperating with the lighting and the layout of the tables and chairs, the antique charm washes away the body and mind along with the tranquility of the years.

"What a beautiful private room!" Nakiri Alice walked back and forth in the private room like a restless Erha.

"It's so strange. It doesn't have much decoration, but it always feels more beautiful than those private rooms in international hotels."

Nakiri Alice, who had groped for almost every object, sat on the chair and was still a little unsatisfied. She looked very much like a child who was commotion after entering a toy store.

"Maybe it was made by the master." Nakiri Erina was afraid that her identity was not as lively and active as Alice, but the constant gazes around her still betrayed her.

"It's really good." Mo Bai, who turned into a scholar, put down the notes in his hand and praised in the same way.

It's not that he saw anything, but his intuition told him that these unremarkable objects in the private room are really worth a lot of money if they are counted.

Ink, I feel like I can take a trip to an antique shop. Bai.

"That's it, that's it?" Xiaobai started arguing inexplicably.

After finding out that he couldn't get off the pirate ship, Xiaobai's attitude changed obviously. In front of the administrator, I was obedient, and in front of Mobai, I punched hard.

At most, he would be beaten severely, even if the knives were blown out, what is there to be afraid of?

Mo Bai didn't take it seriously, and called it the rejection period after the status swap.

They're all on my thief-hunting boat. Could it be possible that a cooked duck can escape?

After waiting for a while, it's almost time to accept fate.

"Is there any special purpose for the layout of this private room?" Mo Bai smiled, his mood was calm and stable.

Don't ask, asking is full of fatherly love.

"Let me show you what a real master is. Didn't you just hide something through the layout? Go to the left back of the first seat in the private room." Xiaobai's voice was full of embarrassment.

Mo Bai, who was aroused a little curiosity, got up and came to the framed landscape picture next to the writing and playing shelf in the private room.

The tall and handsome black mountains are unforgettable at first glance, but the most admirable thing about the whole landscape picture is the use of large areas of blank space and smudged light ink to present lakes and gurgling mountain streams.

"Good painting, then what?"

"Take him!"

"The style of this private room is very familiar, and this layout... The Xun hexagram belongs to Yin, with the dry as the back, Xundui as the side, lower than the dry position, and the Xun position sees Xiushui..." Liu Xueyi looked at it with a slightly surprised expression Going through the layout of the private room, he asked after thinking for a while.

"The child of the chef or owner of this Hojo restaurant is a daughter?"

"It seems that there is such a thing. The chef's daughter of Hojo Restaurant is called Miyoko Hojo, and she studied in Totsuchu Middle School." Erina recalled.

"Ah?" Mo Bai turned around when he heard a familiar name, but his body faithfully responded to Xiao Baipan's request.

But after hearing a soft sound, the landscape painting moved back a few centimeters, and there was a clanging sound under the round table where several people were sitting.

Immediately afterwards, the hidden compartment in the center of the round table was opened, and an unfolded exquisite folding fan was placed on the shelf and presented in front of the four of them.

Chapter 559. An apprentice?nonexistent!

Not to mention that Erina and Alice looked confused, and Mo Bai who was instructed to create the mechanism by himself was also full of bewilderment.

Surprised!What is the principle?

He pressed a landscape painting on the wall, and the round table so far away not only reacted, but also popped up a hidden compartment like an elevator?

What is this operation?Mechanisms also have to pay attention to basic mechanics!

"Heh~ It really is that red fire golden pig that plays trumpets all over the place."

"The children of the Zhu family do have a pair of skillful hands."

Liu Xueyi admired, and her eyes fell on the folding fan.

Blooming pink flowers and yellow stamens are clustered together.

The long-leaf oval petals each have six or eight petals. The huge flowers do not overwhelm the flower branches, but grow sonorously and vigorously towards the sun.

"Chives?" Liu Xueyi raised her eyebrows slightly.

Chive orchid, also known as chive lotus, wind and rain flower, the flower language is strong and brave.

In connection with the previous private room layout, the answer is self-evident.

"Interesting, it seems that he lived very comfortably in this Hojo restaurant. Before he left, he set up such a trick to trick people into the water." Liu Xueyi stared at the folding fan that Erina and Alice were playing with.

"Aunt Xue, do you want to play too?" Seeing that Liu Xueyi's attention was all on the fan, Alice reluctantly handed over this delicate ivory white fan that exudes a touch of sandalwood.

Liu Xueyi took the folding fan, and it was slightly heavy but not overwhelming. The texture of the fan bones was very delicate and vaguely appealing to the touch.

Unfolding the folding fan that was closed under the hands of the two girls, the faint sandalwood comes to face with the breeze, which makes people slightly invigorated.

Observing the delicate and tender wind and rain flowers on the fan at close range, Liu Xueyi couldn't help but feel that the Zhu family, who is not the master of cooking, is really ingenious from generation to generation.

"However, my eldest nephew is a bit impressive, and his love luck is as strong as ever."

That's it, this is it?

As if Mo Bai had also been infected by Xiao Bai, he started arguing crazily.

After working for a long time, you made me a women's folding fan, and you still call yourself a real master?

"Nephew, do you intend to accept another apprentice?" Liu Xueyi closed the paper fan, looking at the stunned Mobai with a smile on her brow.

"Huh?" Mo Bai didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and it took a while to realize it. "No, Aunt Xue... Is this institution arranged by someone to recruit apprentices?!"

Depend on!Xiaobai, I didn't realize that you are a master or not, but it's true that you want to be beaten up!

"It's just a little bit of ingenuity. If you don't want to, just put the fan back." Liu Xueyi didn't force her, and handed the folding fan to Mo Bai.

Even though the red fire golden pig took great pains to set up an inductive trap, in Liu Xueyi's view, in a sense, you said that Mo Bai opened the trap because of fate, so how about putting the fan back after opening the trap? Isn't it a kind of fate?

Anyway, my family can't suffer.

Liu Xueyi's idea is quite realistic.

The warmth from the hand infects Mo Bai even more, and he feels that this folding fan with lifelike flowers on the fan is indeed extraordinary, but honestly, what can he give to his apprentice?

The eldest disciple, Wugeng Ruli, is still in the free-range stage, thanks to the teaching of the Schapper couple.

Learn "I understand" from that group of guys whose Dihua virus entered their brains?I'm afraid that sooner or later, he will be slapped to death by himself.

The kind that can't be spelled back.

"Still put..." Mo Bai just wanted to turn around and put the fan back on the shelf, but he never thought to meet two pairs of fiery eyes.