A few shrill cries of chickens were heard from the kitchen. All the chefs stopped what they were doing and stared at the bloody scene in amazement - Ye Chui skillfully bled the chicken, plucked its feathers, and cleaned its internal organs. In the blink of an eye, a lively chicken was cooked cleanly.
Although this scene was a bit bloody, it was not offensive. Watching Ye Chui's smooth movements gave people a strong shock, as if they were watching a dazzling dance...
When Fang Tao parked the car and walked back to the kitchen, the three chickens had already been cleaned by Ye Chui and placed on the chopping board. At this time, Ye Chui didn't need to say anything, Tian Xiaodu immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and do your own thing, don't even think about peeking in here!"
The kitchen suddenly became busy again.
As the head chef, Tian Xiaodu naturally had to cook for Mr. Han himself today. He did not choose his specialty "Fragrant Eggplant Puree", but chose the "Spicy Chicken" that Ye Chui had taught him before.
Fang Tao put on his white chef uniform and started to work. At this time, he glanced at Ye Chui quietly. Specifically, he was looking at the range hood above the stove where Ye Chui was working—he had secretly installed a camera there yesterday...
He wanted to secretly take a picture of Ye Chui cooking.
Although he was a little unconvinced with Ye Chu, a spicy chicken recipe of Ye Chu was sold for 120,000 yuan, which proved that the recipe in his hand was definitely very valuable. He didn't want to miss such a good opportunity. Unlike his master Tian Xiaodu, he had no resistance to this kind of thing and was even quite enthusiastic about it.
"What's so great about Ye Chui? Doesn't he just know a few ancient recipes? If I also knew these ancient recipes, I would definitely cook better than Ye Chui after a little practice!" Fang Tao couldn't help but think unconvincedly in his heart.
In the blink of an eye, more than half an hour passed.
In the luxurious box on the second floor of Wanlaifu, Yang Yong's towel was already wet, but his forehead was still sweating profusely. There was no way, standing next to Old Han was too stressful. The old man was sitting in the center of the box, not saying a word. His skinny face was resting with his eyes closed, but his mouth was pouting, as if he was unhappy with everyone.
Han Yuyan, who gave off an aura of a queen, stood obediently behind him and massaged his shoulders.
Yang Yong had originally prepared a lot of nice things to say to Mr. Han, but after what happened at the door just now, he was now unable to say a word. He wiped the sweat from his forehead again with a wet towel.
At this time, there was a knock on the door. Yang Yong felt like he had been pardoned. He quickly opened the door and saw several waiters standing outside with freshly prepared delicious dishes.
The dishes prepared by Wan Lai Fu's chefs are ready.
Yang Yong quickly made way and asked the waiter to bring the freshly prepared dishes to the table. He also walked up to Mr. Han with a smile on his face: "Mr. Han, this is our restaurant's signature dish. Would you like to try it and see how it tastes?"
Old Han finally opened his squinting eyes and glanced at the dishes on the table in front of him. These dishes were prepared by Wan Lai Fu's top chefs who had spent a lot of time and effort since six in the morning. They were all delicious dishes with good color, aroma and taste. Yang Yong had been a hotel manager for quite some time and had also received some gourmets, and these dishes were highly praised by them.
Yang Yong showed a hint of pride on his face. In fact, he didn't think that Wan Lai Fu needed to rely on a small chef like Ye Chui. Their chefs were able to fully entertain Mr. Han. Look at these dishes, they are colorful, fragrant and delicious, and are simply works of art...
"What the hell is all this?!"
However, just as the waiter put down the food and had not yet left, Mr. Han slammed his hands on the table in annoyance and started yelling, "Wanlaifu is a five-star hotel, and they are using this garbage to entertain guests!? Where is the chicken dinner? Take it away, take it away quickly! I want to eat chicken! These things make me sick!"
The yelling posture was just like a child... but it was definitely a violent and scary child.
The smile on Yang Yong's face froze again, and he said shamelessly: "Mr. Han, these are our signature dishes, why don't you try them first..."
"Do I need you to teach me what to eat?" Old Han interrupted Yang Yong with his eyes wide open.
Han Yuyan, who was standing next to Old Han, snorted softly and said with a smile: "Manager Yang, Grandpa only came here to eat chicken dishes today. Otherwise, with Grandpa's status in the food industry, your five-star hotel is not enough to attract him. Please take away the other things."
"Okay, okay." Yang Yong couldn't help wiping the sweat off his forehead and signaled the waiter to clear the dishes. The excuse he used when inviting Mr. Han was indeed to treat him to a chicken dinner, but he didn't expect Mr. Han to be so serious about this and not even want to try the other dishes. Now it seems that he can only count on Ye Chui. "Please wait a moment, Mr. Han. The chicken dinner will be ready soon. I'll go to the kitchen and urge them."
The waiters picked up the dishes they had just put down and were about to go outside, but then Mr. Han suddenly shouted again, "Wait a minute."
The waiters immediately stopped what they were doing.
Mr. Han picked up the chopsticks placed on the side and pointed to one of the dishes that was being taken away: "Let me try this dish."
That dish was the spicy chicken made by Tian Xiaodu himself!
Yang Yong's face lit up with joy, and he quickly asked the waiter to bring the spicy chicken to Mr. Han. After spending 120,000 to buy the recipe from Ye Chui, it became Wan Lai Fu's signature dish in just one week. The spicy chicken in front of him was made by Tian Xiaodu himself. In Yang Yong's opinion, it was no different from the spicy chicken made by Ye Chui.
Under Yang Yong's expectant eyes, Old Han picked up a piece of golden chicken and put it into his mouth, chewing it carefully. After taking a bite, the expression on Han's face did not change. He closed his eyes and seemed to be savoring the food carefully.
Then he picked up another piece and put it into his mouth. This time he ate much faster, but still said nothing after finishing it.
Yang Yong felt like he was suffocating from nervousness, and once again wiped his wet forehead with the towel.
"This dish is quite interesting." After a moment, Old Han said leisurely. Before Yang Yong could laugh, Old Han shook his head again, "Unfortunately, the cooking temperature is still not right. The chicken is a little too dry, which affects the taste. The chef's level is not up to par. What is the name of this dish?"
"Spicy chicken." Yang Yong said hurriedly, "This is an ancient recipe that our store bought at a cost of 120,000 yuan."
"One hundred and twenty thousand? Not bad, this dish is indeed worth the price." Old Han nodded.
Yang Yong hurriedly continued, "The dishes we are going to make for you, Mr. Han, are also from the ancient recipes along with the spicy chicken, and they are all chicken dishes."
Hearing what Yang Yong said, Old Han's eyes lit up immediately: "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and ask him to send the dishes over to me to try. Oh, and call the chef as well!"
“Yes, yes, I’ll go urge him right away…” Yang Yong nodded hurriedly and left the box. However, Old Han had no appetite for the spicy chicken. The dish was good, but since it had flaws, Old Han naturally lost his appetite. Gourmets at his level all pursue the ultimate realm.
In the kitchen, a group of chefs were waiting anxiously at the door. The dishes that they had just spent a lot of effort to prepare were served and they were waiting for feedback. They originally thought that they would have to wait for a long time, but soon a waiter came over in a hurry.
"How's the situation?" Fang Tao asked hurriedly. This time he made one of his specialties, "Three Shredded Vegetables with Fresh Vegetables", hoping to gain the appreciation of Mr. Han. Although Fang Tao was a chef, he was obsessed with currying favor with the rich and powerful, and this time he wanted to get in touch with Mr. Han.
"Not good..." The waiter shook his head. "Mr. Han took away all the dishes on the table without even touching them. However, he took two bites of Chef Tian's spicy chicken, but said that the dish still had flaws, so he stopped eating it."
"What, this..." All the chefs were stunned.
They started preparing for this table of food a week ago, but in the end, Mr. Han didn't eat a single bite. Even the spicy chicken that Tian Xiaodu had taken the trouble to make, he only took two bites and didn't touch it anymore - how picky is this old man
At this time, Yang Yong's short and fat body appeared at the kitchen door. He ran over in a hurry: "Is Ye Chui's dish ready? I'm waiting to see him today!"
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