private kitchen

Lin Yize held the bowl bitterly, frowned and said, "Mom, you said I came back after so much trouble, so why don't you give me this?"

Huang Juan looked at him with a smile full of pampering: "How delicious are the bitter vegetables, you usually eat big fish and big meat, eat some of this to clear your intestines...you can't eat what you want to eat normally! "

Lin Yize took a sip with a bitter face, and grinned in pain.

Huang Juan looked at him and laughed so hard, Lin Yize simply put down the bowl: "I won't drink it, it's too bad... You said that once I come back, you can't cook me a normal meal!"

"There's chicken soup in the kitchen, go get a bowl yourself!" Huang Juan took a sip from his bowl and smacked her lips with taste: "It's delicious. When I was young, I often went to dig it with your grandparents. Wild vegetables, I couldn’t get enough to eat at that time, this is a good thing... You don’t know that wild vegetable dumplings made by your grandfather are delicious~!”

Lin Yize couldn't help complaining: "That's because your craftsmanship is too bad, it's obviously tasteless!"

Huang Juan's eyes darkened for a moment, but she ignored him, she just sighed slightly: "There are all over the place at home, but I haven't seen this place since I came here. I can't bear to think about it all these years, so I just go to D I could bring some back when I was in the market, but I found a lot of them growing in the yard a few days ago, so I dug them here, you don’t like to eat..."

Lin Yize put the fried shredded carrots into the bowl with a bitter face, trying to cover up the bitter taste in his mouth with the taste of carrots: "It's really not good...I can't bear it, mom, eat it slowly..."

Huang Juan smiled, put a chopstick of food into her bowl, and asked tentatively, "Your grandfather, are you still..."

Lin Yize shook his head: "Not yet, actually grandpa is not hard to find, the key is...whether grandpa wants to see me is a question..."

Huang Juan thought of her stubborn and heartless father, and sighed, Lin Yize glanced at him, and asked him: "Mom, He Cailiang, do you know him?"

"Mr. He?" Huang Juan's eyes lit up: "I've seen it before. I used to have dinner with your grandpa. He's a weird old man. Your grandpa often talks about him...he is your grandpa. There are not many people who admire..." She shook her head as she spoke: "That old man, the young one is called a ghost, and he was also a great chef who was famous all over the country. I ate his food once, it was really delicious ... Mr. He is good at cooking home-cooked dishes, but no matter how plain the dishes are, he can turn them out of the ordinary! It's a pity... It's a pity that this old man is too stubborn, because he once cooked for gmd, Wen!!ge I don’t know how to be subdued by saying a good word, and I was almost beaten into a disability. With such a good cooking skill, I can only make a living by making flowing water mats... But in the end, after the matter is over, he will not go to a big restaurant if he invites him , I don’t know why I’ve been making water seats…”

Huang Juan asked him: "Why did you suddenly ask him? I remember that the old man has been gone for more than ten years?"

"I recently recruited a little chef..." Lin Yize leaned over and said proudly, "It's Mr. He's grandson, he's very talented in cooking, and of course he's also very stubborn... the moment he opens his mouth, he can make people half-dead! "

Huang Juan was slightly surprised, and patted his hand with a smile: "Really, then I'll go back to City D with you, and I have to try his cooking!"

Lin Yize looked into her gentle eyes, and couldn't help reaching out to hold his hand: "Mom, I know I don't have the talent to cook, I hope he... can cook dishes that grandpa likes..."

Huang Juan lovingly touched his face, Lin Yize looked into his eyes, and almost blurted out his inner thoughts: "Mom, I don't want to inherit my father's business, I just want to open the best restaurant, move out of this house, and You are with Grandpa."

When Lin Yize saw He Qingshan again, he was wearing a snow-white chef's uniform, neatly dressed, and he looked decent. He was concentrating on cutting the shredded potatoes, and a tall one was piled up in the basin beside him. Mountain of shredded potatoes.

The manager of the back kitchen saw him coming, and hurriedly leaned over. Lin Yize waved his hand to signal him not to speak, and looked at him with interest from behind.

He Qingshan didn't notice anyone behind him at all, he was seriously cutting potato shreds, his brows were slightly frowned, and he picked up the towel hanging around his neck from time to time to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The manager leaned over and whispered, "This is Mr. He's task. These days, half of the shredded potatoes and cucumber slices in our hotel are cut from Qingshan."

Lin Yize glanced at him, thinking that He Qingshan has been here for a week, so he just cut potatoes?Tsk tsk, the potato shreds are well cut, even in thickness, and look at this little cook, tsk, the biceps are all trained.

Mr. Zhou came over at this time, lowered his head and glanced at the shredded potatoes, sneered, knocked on the chopping board, and raised his voice: "Look at the mess you cut!! I told you yesterday You forgot, didn’t you?” He said with chopsticks, and then threw the chopsticks onto the cutting board.

He Qingshan put down the knife and stood with his head bowed, looking obediently being scolded. Seeing him, Elder Zhou's expression softened, and he said: "Cut 50 more!! Can't meet my requirements Don't get off work!!" After saying that, he turned around and left!

Lin Yize seldom saw Mr. Zhou admonishing others like this. This old man is a bit arrogant and has high vision. He has never looked down on the small cooks in the back kitchen. When he comes to the back kitchen, he often sees people who are not pleasing to the eye. He seldom swears. He walked over and used his chopsticks to poke and poke those shredded potatoes. Each of them was only about two millimeters thick, thin but not broken. A few tenths of a millimeter thick.

He Qingshan was concentrating on being trained, when suddenly a person came close to him, he was startled, turned his head and stared at Lin Yize with wide eyes.

Lin Yize saw him staring and opening his mouth and thought it was quite amusing, and wanted to tease him, so he patted his shoulder: "Actually, the cut is not bad!"

He Qingshan glanced at him, and moved to the side in disgust, so Boss Lin's hand was hanging in the air.

There were quite a few people watching, Lin Yize couldn't hold back anymore, he straightened his face, coughed, and said in a commanding tone: "Go and fry potato shreds for me!"

He Qingshan looked at him, didn't move for a long time, Lin Yize's face became serious again: "My words don't work anymore, do they!?"

He Qingshan lowered his head, seemingly helpless, took out a handful of shredded potatoes, put them in a small basin to drain, added a few drops of vinegar in it, grabbed them, and took out a few prickly ash and dried peppers , chopped some green onions, and turned on the fire.

This little cook was very quick, and within a few minutes, a plate of shredded potatoes was ready. He Qingshan put the plate in front of Lin Yize angrily. Dried the spicy sausage, poured another cup of herbal tea, and pulled a table in the kitchen to eat.

Several cooks and small workers in the kitchen looked here one after another, not knowing what their boss was doing, He Qingshan glanced at him again, turned around and began to chop the shredded potatoes again.

Lin Yize took a mouthful of shredded potatoes at the sound of dangdang, and felt that the taste was refreshing and full of flavor. He took another sip of herbal tea, staring at He Qingshan's back, thinking that this boy is really fun.

He Qingshan seemed to have noticed his gaze, stopped, turned around and gave him another hard look.

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