mtl008 Chapter 198 "He Yuzhu" 2
Chapter 198 "He Yuzhu" 2
When it was time to pick up customers, the chefs came out of the break room. Each of them had a group of "die-hard fans," otherwise the boss wouldn't have paid them such high wages. They all brought their own "traffic" (online audience).
"Zhu Zi, come here!" Wu Dahai held the menu that the waiter had brought him and said to He Yuzhu after he came over, "Prepare the dishes according to the menu."
"Alright, Master!" Taking the menu, He Yuzhu answered while glancing at the orders, then began preparing the dishes according to the menu: twice-cooked pork, shredded pork with garlic sauce, spicy diced chicken, Mapo tofu...
Slice what needs to be sliced, shred what needs to be shredded, and dice what needs to be diced. Prepare all the vegetables according to the list. Wu Dahai has already started heating the oil in the wok. He Yuzhu, who has finished preparing the vegetables, quickly stands to the left and behind his master to watch.
While cooking, Wu Dahai explained the steps and points to note for each dish to He Yuzhu. Of course, the key point was controlling the heat, but He Yuzhu would have to figure that out slowly when he cooked on his own in the future.
After finishing his work around lunchtime, Wu Dahai took off his apron and sleeves, took the towel He Yuzhu handed him to wipe his sweat, then took the purple clay teapot He Yuzhu handed him, gulped down a pot of water, and then said to He Yuzhu, "How did it go, Zhuzi? Did you get the dishes right for lunch?"
Wu Dahai asked casually, knowing that this wasn't something he could learn after just one look; he would definitely have to learn it gradually. He planned to let He Yuzhu practice making employee meals once he had mastered the theoretical knowledge, starting with the simple ones.
He Yuzhu's expression was a bit conflicted and hesitant: "Master..." "What's wrong? You didn't memorize any of them, did you?" Wu Dahai was a little worried when he saw his expression.
"No, Master, I feel like I can do it all already?" He Yuzhu said, sounding a little unsure. "Hmm? Are you sure?" Wu Dahai was surprised to hear that he could do it all.
"I don't know either. I just feel like I've written down every step, so I should be able to do it."
"Okay, you'll be in charge of the staff meals later. Make Mapo Tofu and Hot and Sour Shredded Potatoes. I want to see how good you are. If you can do it, in a few days, I'll teach you all the Sichuan dishes and let you try cooking."
"Okay, Master. I'll go make the staff meals now." "Go ahead, I'll watch from the side." He Yuzhu replied and started working.
When He Yuzhu started heating the oil in the wok, everyone in the kitchen was watching nearby. After all, He Yuzhu's cooking speed was too fast, and they all wanted to see how well he could cook the dishes.
Neither dish was particularly time-consuming, and soon the kitchen was filled with the aroma of food again. "This smells so good! I feel like this kid Zhuzi's cooking is just as good as the master chefs'!" Apprentice A asked Apprentice B next to him.
"Keep your voice down. I also think Zhu Zi's dish smells delicious, but I haven't tasted it yet. I'll try it later." "That's true."
Wu Dahai didn't hear the young apprentices' chatter; he was currently in shock. From the moment He Yuzhu started heating the oil in the wok, he hadn't uttered a single word. What could he have said? That He Yuzhu had done everything correctly? Or that he thought Yuzhu was doing it even better than him?
Don't say you haven't tasted it yet. All the steps are correct and the seasonings are in the right place, so the taste can't be bad. After He Yuzhu poured the two dishes into two bowls, Wu Dahai took a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of Mapo Tofu and put it in his mouth.
Yes, just as he expected, it tasted excellent. The characteristics of Mapo Tofu were: numbing, spicy, hot, fragrant, crispy, tender, fresh, and vibrant. Except for the plating, which couldn't be perfect for a work lunch, everything else was perfect. "Damn, my apprentice is already a master chef after just starting out?" Wu Dahai muttered to himself, but didn't show it on his face.
Seeing He Yuzhu standing expectantly beside her, waiting for his critique, she couldn't just nitpick, right? There were chefs in this room; everyone could tell whether the food was good or bad.
"Very good, Zhu Zi. From now on, you'll assist me. Once you've learned the dishes enough, and you can all reach this level, then you'll be ready to graduate!"
The other apprentices in the kitchen looked at He Yuzhu with envy. It usually takes several years to learn a skill and become a master chef. Unlike He Yuzhu, who, although he was also a pre-trained apprentice, had been at Fengzeyuan for less than a year. Today was his first time cooking, and he was already a master chef? This was unbelievable!
However, after everyone in the kitchen had their meals, they no longer questioned Chef Wu's decision, but simply marveled at He Yuzhu's talent.
After dinner, He Yuzhu stir-fried two dishes in a small pot: twice-cooked pork and shredded pork with garlic sauce. This was a perk the restaurant gave to each head chef; his master could take two dishes home every day. Usually, Wu Dahai would cook them himself, but today He Yuzhu did it.
After He Yuzhu finished cooking, Wu Dahai tasted each dish. How should I put it? In the words of a cultured person, "The student surpasses the teacher!" He felt that He Yuzhu would soon drain all his skills.
He divided both dishes into a lunchbox and gave it to He Yuzhu. "Zhuzi, take this dish back with you and let your father taste your cooking. I estimate that you will be able to graduate in about a month. When that time comes, we will hold a graduation banquet. Tell your father in advance."
"Thank you, Master. I'll tell my dad when I get back," He Yuzhu said, taking the lunchbox. After seeing his master off, He Yuzhu and the others in the kitchen cleaned up the kitchen before heading back to the courtyard house with the lunchbox.
He Yuzhu walked a little faster on the way, after all, his physical fitness was now better than the original owner's, and he arrived home before nine o'clock.
He Daqing sat at the table drinking wine with peanuts, occasionally teasing He Yushui on the bed and feeding her a peanut every now and then, since the little girl was still awake.
He Yuzhu entered the house and greeted He Daqing: "Dad, I'm in charge of cooking today. Master asked me to bring back two dishes for you to try."
As he spoke, he placed the lunchbox on the table and opened it. Luckily, it was summer, so the food cooled down slowly and was still a little warm, so he didn't bother to heat it up any further.
Smelling the aroma of the food, He Daqing didn't bother to ask anything else and took two bites first. "This isn't your master's cooking, is it? Did you get a new Sichuan chef at your restaurant? It tastes even slightly better than your master's."
"Didn't I say I was in charge of cooking today? This is what I made. My master said that I'll probably graduate in about a month, and then there will be a graduation banquet. He told me to let you know in advance."
"What? You made this?" He Daqing's voice rose. "How long have you been learning? You already have this skill? Stop it! You can't fool your old man when it comes to learning a skill!"
"Look at what you're saying. Is it wrong for your son to be talented? It was my master who said I could graduate, not me. Is it true or not? You can ask my master later and you'll know."