The moon in full bloom

In fact, Tao Qingyang guessed one thing wrong.When Boss Wen was not an apprentice chef, he shed blood and sweat, and spent no less effort than others.

——Of course, that was in the past. As for now, Wen Huan's day is basically spent like this.

Seven in the morning, in bed at home.Keyword: lazy.

The phone squeaked, Wen Huan turned off the alarm clock, covered his head with the quilt, and fell asleep again. Five minutes later, Tao Qingyang opened the door and came in on time, coaxing and persuading her to get up.

"No more work!" Wen Huan said that he was in great pain, his long hair covered his face, and his eyes were still closed.

Tao Qingyang patiently brushed off her hair, hugged her neck and pulled her up.

The quilt slipped off, revealing delicate skin, Wen Huan was not wearing anything underneath, and faced the world calmly.

"Didn't you buy new silk scarves and clothes yesterday, get up and wear them out, they look great!" Tao Qingyang blushed and saw everything in his eyes, wrapped her in a quilt in a hurry, and escaped from the bedroom.

By the way, nice clothes!

It is also good to have new clothes.Wen Huan's eyes lit up, thinking that it was still morning and he was about to run around for his livelihood, his eyes dimmed instantly, staring at the scenery outside the window.

The green tree outside seems to be a peach tree. I don’t know who planted it. She can vaguely see small blue peaches among the branches and leaves. After a while, she can secretly pick a few to taste—err no, buy a few , come back to make peach jam.

"I've prepared breakfast and put it on the table!" Tao Qingyang pushed open the door and urged him again.

Wen Huan let out a drawn-out snort, and rolled down from the luxurious big bed half-dead, changing clothes one after another.

At nine o'clock in the morning, at the entrance of the Golden Rose Hotel.Key words: pride.

Wen Huan was wearing Chanel's main early summer outfit, white trousers with a high ponytail, and a gray silk scarf around his neck tied in a Spanish knot. He was wearing an air of extravagance. He held his head high when he walked, and his every move attracted attention.

Jin Qiangwei had a side door dedicated to employees, but Wen Huan never walked through it once, and insisted on entering and exiting through the main door every time.It doesn't look like a chef who comes to work, but a local tyrant who comes to consume.

"welcome!"

Inside the automatic revolving door of the hotel, there were rows of attractive men and women standing on one left and one on the right, saying hello to the visitors reflexively.

Wen Huan curled his lips proudly, walked slowly across the red carpet like a chief inspector, and nodded to the beauty on the right.

The beauty at the end obviously knew her very well, with an expectant smile on her face, she whispered, "Boss Wen, long time no see."

"Yeah, I haven't been here for a while, I miss you very much." When Wen Huan passed by her, he brushed her chin with his fingers, and said nonchalantly: "Remember to come to me during the break."

The beauty then smiled even more happily.

At 09:30 am, the back entrance of the hotel.Keyword: Greed.

"Is this the kind of thing that was delivered in a hurry?" Wen Huan put his hands on his hips, looking at the lively grouper in the tank, not satisfied, "Red grouper is not the best thing, and you are so embarrassed Make an offer."

Glancing at the delivery man with disdain, she got into the cold storage of the truck again, took out a knife and put on gloves, cut off a piece of raw beef, observed it for a long time, stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it carefully, and commented: "The symbol of Kobe beef is marble. Such a pattern, your pattern...is not beautiful enough."

The delivery man had a dark complexion with wrinkles on his face. At this time, he could also see his cheeks flushed, and he explained: "We... specialize in high-end ingredients, each dish is carefully selected, and we are also an old seller of Golden Rose Yes, the goods are definitely not adulterated!"

"I didn't say you were adulterated, the problem is that the food is not of the highest quality." Wen Huan made a stop gesture, "The beef is two points old, so I can't taste it?"

"This..." The delivery man scratched his face, looking extremely difficult, "How about reducing the price? I'm a regular customer, and I'll give you a discount!"

The staff who were in charge of moving the goods on the side secretly admired Boss Wen.As expected of the person who is about to become the youngest three-star chef, Wen Huan not only cooks well, but is also very honest!

No wonder the superiors handed over the purchasing work to her as well.

"There's no need to reduce the price. For these things, you can give more." Wen Huan waved his hand and put away the knife, "Give me more, and I will buy your things next time."

"Okay." The delivery man took out a calculator and reported a number.

Wen Huan nodded with satisfaction.

That's why she would rather choose to be a chef in a luxury hotel than to upgrade her restaurant into a high-end hotel.

High-end ingredients are expensive in themselves, not only in price but also in shipping.Wen Huan would rather save this money and buy more jewelry, besides, if he works for himself, where is the deduction?

——So, don't expect too much from Boss Wen's character.

The little staff burst into tears.

"One more thing." Wen Huan instructed the small staff to move down the water tank with the grouper, and added, "The black truffle will be delivered by air in about an hour, you wait here, as soon as the goods arrive Just take it to me and run over, understand?"

Shocked by her aura, the little employee nodded hastily.

Wen Huan turned around and went back to the rest room, changing into his gray overalls.

At eleven o'clock at noon, the hotel kitchen.Key words: rage.

The little employee held the box tremblingly, dumbfounded and at a loss.

"I told you to run over here, but didn't let you come over!" Wen Huan rushed up with a kitchen knife in his hand, and behind him a thick and thick kitchen helper hugged her waist desperately - he didn't stop her.

The young employee with stubborn short hair is very dedicated. As soon as he got the black truffle, he ran to the kitchen with his hands in his hands. When he stepped up the steps, he accidentally tripped. The box in his hand did not fall on the ground, but it was shaken anyway.

Boss Wen immediately became angry, flicked his long hair and gritted his teeth.

When he rushed up, he was still holding a kitchen knife in his hand, the blade was shining coldly, and it raised an arc, and chopped towards him.

The little employee subconsciously tightened his neck.

"Do you know how much this thing costs per catty!" She cut open the tape seal of the box, quickly opened the package, picked up the black truffles with a soft towel, and inspected them one by one, "Fortunately, they are not damaged. Otherwise, today's Bazhen banquet will be blown away."

After speaking, he glared at him.

"If it weren't for the fact that the truffles couldn't be stored, I'd whip you right now."

The small employee was swept away by her eyes, and was glad that he kept his job.

Bazhenyan is a table dish made of eight top-level rare ingredients. The earliest Bazhenyan used such things as yellow lip fish and pangolin, which are now protected animals. Although Wen Huan loves to eat, he is not crazy about it. The point is to eat, so a slight change.

Bird's nest, truffle, grouper, camel's palm, deer tendon, Hericium erinaceus, fish maw, plus fat and thin Kobe beef with patterns like marble.

After starting the fire to thicken the corn, pouring the soup, and finishing the last Shazhou Taicui dish, Wen Huan put down the spatula, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took off his mask, and gave a thumbs up to the people beside him.

"The heat is good this time, how long?" She asked casually.

Someone immediately replied: "Five minutes and 27 seconds."

Wen Huan nodded.

Master Chef can't be struggling alone.In Wen Huan's exclusive kitchen, there are a total of four members.

In addition to her being in charge of the spoon, another person is in charge of washing the ingredients, one is in charge of knife work, and the last one is in charge of time.

Good chefs never rely on clocks to time their dishes, but rely entirely on visual calculations and mental calculations. Wen Huan is also cultivating this ability in himself, and he has achieved a small success so far. He can always put the dishes out of the pot and put them on the plate at the most suitable time.

In fact, there is one more person in this chef team, but he is an excellent psychologist, who is responsible for changing the color and decoration of the boxes according to different dishes, striving to achieve the most suitable atmosphere for the environment and food.

Wen Huan moved his wrist lazily, thinking about whether to apply for another massage therapist, anyway, the hotel paid for it.She shakes the spoon every day, uses her wrist frequently, and suffers from pain from time to time.

The pain was unbearable.

One o'clock in the afternoon, lounge.Key words: gluttony.

Cooking is physical work, Wen Huan used a towel to wet it, remembering Tao Qingyang's instructions, switched the valve to warm water, and wiped his neck with a hot towel.

There was a tray on the small table in the rest room, and several stacks of dishes were taken from the Bazhen Banquet just now, as well as some meat buns and brown rice.

Wen Huan grabbed the meat bun and devoured it voraciously, two mouthfuls each, until he choked on it.

She was probably half full, so she took the deer tendon with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

"Smooth and delicious, I'm such a genius." Boss Wen was intoxicated for a while, the door of the lounge was opened, and a charming and gorgeous figure flashed in.

It was the welcoming beauty at the door when I came to the hotel in the morning.

The beauty is still wearing a bright red cheongsam with high slits, a part of the chest is hollowed out, revealing half of the scenery, and the makeup on her face is appropriate and delicate.

"Boss Wen, I'm here, thank you for the hospitality!" The beauty sat obediently next to her, unceremoniously picked up the rice, and chewed it.

Wen Huan moved ambiguously, put his hands on her shoulders, pressed his lips against her ears, and said in a low voice: "Wrist hurts."

"You must be tired." The beauty kept picking up every dish with her chopsticks.

"En." Wen Huan responded, stroked her hair casually, and withdrew his arm again.

This person is different from Tao Qingyang.

Tao Qingyang never gorged on food unless he was extremely hungry.

Tao Qingyang would not pick up dishes she hadn't tried first, and always waited for her to eat before moving his chopsticks.

Tao Qingyang's hair did not have such a strong fragrance and rough texture, although she had never touched it before.

Tao Qingyang didn't know how to put on makeup, and the eyeliner melted and looked silly.

——Tao Qingyang accepted her gifts, but never enjoyed them.

Wen Huan's eyes drifted away, and he landed on the landscape painting behind the beauty, and he massaged his wrist.

No one is like Tao Qingyang.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a wonton shop in this city.Key words: jealousy.

Every time Wen Huan came out from Jin Qiangwei, he would drive around to inspect his shop.

Starting from the western restaurant, Zhang Yang went all the way to the Chinese restaurant, making fun of the good-looking welcome guests, scolding the younger brother who is not motivated, and checking the account book.Several entertainment industries don't open until after four o'clock, so I don't go there.

After the tour, my half-full stomach was empty.She simply parked the car on the side of the road, walked into a small shop at random, and ordered a bowl of signature wonton.

The wontons were brought up quickly, and Wen Huan scooped up one at random and tasted it.Originally, she had no hope for this kind of food, but now she can't help but look at it differently - it's so delicious!

The translucent wonton wrappers with delicious fillings almost overwhelm her craftsmanship!

Of course, Boss Wen's self-esteem said that she would never admit that someone's cooking skills are better than hers, but she couldn't help feeling sour in her heart.

"Boss, how do you make wontons?" She asked seemingly casually, her ears pricked up quietly.

In a humble shop, the kitchen is only a room away from the dining table. The middle-aged boss looked at her and replied, "I'm sorry, but I don't want to disclose the recipe to my peers—you have calluses on your fists and wounds on your wrists. You are a cook."

"The money I earn in a month is enough for you to sell wontons for a lifetime! Are you afraid that I will steal your business?" Wen Huan couldn't help but get angry when he heard this.

"If you don't say it, you don't say it." The boss is also very stubborn.

"How much is the formula, I'll buy it!" Wen Huan said and began to touch his wallet, threw out a stack of red bills, and sneered, "Money can turn ghosts around, but I can't cure you?"

The boss smiled happily, went up to put away the stack of money, and said triumphantly: "There is no special formula, and [-]% lotus root powder is added to the flour to increase the sweetness. Originally, shrimp meat is too expensive. Using this method will not increase the cost and make diners think it is pure shrimp. It’s done, you just haven’t tasted it.”

Hearing this, Wen Huan took a bite of the wonton wrapper.Sure enough, the sweetness is similar to fructose, and the pork and a little shrimp in the stuffing are mixed to increase the umami taste, which is too unpalatable to eat alone.

The boss is very happy, Wen Huan is very depressed.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the entrance of the house.

Wen Huan opened the door, just in time to see Tao Qingyang wearing a gentle and sweet candy-colored skirt, standing on the stairs, like an angel in the clouds.

"This body is really beautiful!"

She jumped up excitedly.

The last sin.