novelraw Chapter 531 - 287: The Clown Was Actually Myself
Chapter 531 - 287: The Clown Was Actually Myself
He thought his small pot dishes were very tasty, but cooking with a big pot was too difficult. There were so many dishes, such a big pot, and the most crucial thing was that the large pot didn’t heat evenly, which made cooking much harder than with a small pot.
But now, he’s convinced.
Boss Xiao Jiang can cook so well, but he can’t. Why is that?
Isn’t it because his skill level isn’t high enough?
There’s nothing more to say, after going back, I still have to work hard!
Among those who heard him, there were some who agreed, and some who disagreed, but everyone stayed silent, and the atmosphere in the private room became quiet.
The tall chef saw that each chef’s expression had changed. He turned around, picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked a bite of the stir-fried shredded pork with bean sprouts, put it in his mouth, chewed a few times, and his expression changed too. He murmured:
"Who would’ve thought, who would’ve thought, the clown is actually myself!"
After that, he no longer cared about leaving and sat back down. That mouthful of stir-fried pork seemed like leathery beef that couldn’t be chewed in his mouth.
He couldn’t bear to swallow it!
Soon, the young girl came in again carrying a large tray. As soon as everyone saw her, their eyes lit up, and they craned their necks to see what dishes were on the tray.
"Don’t rush, this time there’s pickled pepper duck offal, salt and pepper ribs, Mapo tofu, and stir-fried pork with Yugan pepper."
The young girl placed the dishes from the tray onto the table while laughing,
"Oh, and there’s a big plate of spicy and sour cold skin noodles! Everyone, please enjoy. If you need rice, just let us know in the kitchen."
With that, she placed a big plate of shiny, oily cold skin noodles mixed with thin slices of cucumber and gluten on the table.
This left even the two bakery chefs astonished!
In such a short time, not only did Boss Xiao Jiang make several dishes, but also prepared a plate of rinsed cold skin noodles?
Impossible!
As the young girl was about to turn and leave, a chef couldn’t help but call out to her, looking curious as he asked:
"Miss, could you tell us, did Boss Xiao Jiang make all these dishes?"
"Huh? These dishes?"
The young girl stopped immediately, turned around, scanned the crowd with her eyes, seeing that everyone looked curious, she suddenly realized, and said with a laugh,
"Of course not! Our boss isn’t a three-headed six-armed monster!
Only the pickled pepper duck offal, salt and pepper ribs, stir-fried pork with Yugan pepper, and Mapo tofu were just made by him. The previous dishes and the cold skin noodles were made by someone else."
Everyone’s face instantly turned dark upon hearing this.
Turns out those dishes were theirs, but the taste was off!
But before they could ask, the young girl added,
"Although those dishes and the cold skin noodles weren’t made by the boss, he ’reprocessed’ them. Otherwise, those students wouldn’t eat them!"
This statement made everyone’s face turn red.
So, their dishes tasted so good because Boss Xiao Jiang had ’reprocessed’ them. Without that, they wouldn’t even sell at the Seventh Dining Hall...
Although it was unpleasant to hear, they couldn’t refute it.
Because the fact was, with the dishes Boss Xiao Jiang cooked at the Seventh Dining Hall, who would eat anything else?
If you have delicious food, why eat something that doesn’t taste as good, unless you’re crazy?
Thinking of this, they felt even more dejected.
While feeling downcast, they also felt more regretful:
Not being able to join the Seventh Dining Hall this time might be the biggest regret of their life?
These dishes were delicious, possibly the best they’ve ever tasted in their lifetime, yet the people in the room were silent, lacking the previous lively atmosphere.
The food was fragrant, but their mood was spoiled.
This probably sums up the situation?
After lunch, no one was in the mood to linger any longer. One by one, they went to the kitchen to thank Jiang Yu and bid farewell, and then they left.
Each person faced Jiang Yu with respect, even the ones who initially had grievances, now had none left, replaced only by admiration.
Perhaps, in years to come, some of these chefs might become masters of Huaxia culinary arts like Lao Jia, revered by everyone, but they would never forget this experience at the Seventh Dining Hall.
And they would always remember, in the Seventh Dining Hall, there was a young man whose culinary skills left them speechless.
His name was Jiang Yu.
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Seventh Dining Hall, first-floor kitchen.
After lunch, and sending off the chefs who didn’t make it, Jiang Yu first discussed the terms with the three chefs who stayed, signed employment contracts, and then talked about the division of labor.
"Our Seventh Dining Hall operates differently on two levels. The first floor is a student canteen, mainly serving the teachers and students of Jiang University, while the second floor is a restaurant called ’Seventh Dining Room,’ open to the public."
Although the three chefs should have some understanding of the Seventh Dining Hall, Jiang Yu still gave a brief introduction with a smile,
"Each floor has its own kitchen. Xiaohu is currently focused on the first-floor kitchen, and the second floor rarely does pasta or pastries.
As for Xiaoxiong and Da Qiang, one of you has to stay on the first-floor kitchen, and the other has to go to the second-floor kitchen. Now, I’d like to hear your own thoughts first, who wants to stay on the first floor, and who wants to go to the second?"