The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 1038 The Tired Pillar

Hot summer.

The kitchen of Fengze Garden.

He Yuzhu was holding the kitchen knife absentmindedly, cutting vegetables on the chopping board.

He found a job, but he did it without knowing what he was doing. After he told the chef his father's name, he was asked to taste the dishes.

Compared to the steel mill's kitchen which only has a few ingredients and few variations, this big hotel has more food. A dish of braised shark's fin proves that the craftsmanship of the Tan family cuisine has not been lost.

He did get in, but compared to the steel mill kitchen where everyone listened to him, he always felt a little constrained here. He was used to being the head of a chicken, and suddenly he had to be the tail of a phoenix, which seemed a bit aggrieved.

Compared to other chefs who have been working here for many years and are familiar with the environment, even if he cooks well, since he is a newcomer, he has to start from scratch. He will not do the dirty work of washing and picking vegetables, but he will have to do the chopping.

He hadn't finished shredding the potatoes in his hand yet, and he was busy with one task after another, which kept him running around. The chef's hat, which was as high as a finger on his head, was almost thrown away by his standing hair. Dazhuzi was very angry now.

"Master He, I see that you are very good at cutting the potato shreds. Can you please cut the green pepper shreds as well? The difference can't be too big, otherwise the customers will gossip!"

"Okay, I got it~!"

Some lazy cutters now push all the work that has not been done for years to him. Those who know how to do it will praise him and make excuses, while those who don't will just treat him as a handyman.

"Do you know how to handle scallops? Handle this thing as well. Once you're done, send it to the second kitchen for preparation~!"

He Yuzhu licked his lips and made a clicking sound when his teeth clenched. He was really angry. In the past, no one in the third canteen dared to talk to him like this. Even if Ma Hua was unhappy with him in the end, he still had to respectfully call him Master He.

There are also the dishes from Fengze Garden. Originally, I thought that with his skills in cooking ancestral Tan family dishes, he could at least get a job as a cook. As a result, now he is just doing odd jobs. The restaurant doesn't serve many Tan family dishes throughout the day. I don't know whether no one eats abalone, shark fin, bird's nest, and black sea cucumber, or no one dares to eat them.

Anyway, these high-end dishes are prepared, but they are just prepared. Basically, the dishes served every day are barbecued pork, pork elbow, braised fish, etc., which are more in quantity. Most of the rest are still ordinary home-cooked dishes.

Holding the kitchen knife in his hand, He Yuzhu felt like he had a lot of skills but didn't know where to use them.

But he had been looking for a job for so many days and was rejected every day. He was about to give up on himself. He finally grabbed the straw of this restaurant, but could only work reluctantly.

After all, it's a state-owned restaurant, a time-honored brand, with no restrictions on the level of chefs. Unlike the factory kitchens, the highest level is only six, and there is only one position there, two at level seven, and the rest are all below level eight, so it's very difficult to get promoted.

"Mix the meat filling for the puff pastry box later. Show it to me when it's done~!"

"Click~!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a finger-long piece of tenderloin was placed on the plate beside him. The sound it made when it was placed on the plate indicated that it was very juicy, and its light pink color made it look fresh.

He Yuzhu looked up, and what caught his eye was a towering chef's hat, almost as long as an adult's elbow. The hat was spotlessly white, and its height represented the chef's skills. It gave a different feeling from a chef's hat that was like a soft shower cap.

It was Chef Wang who asked me to try cooking Tan's dishes when I came. He was rather plump, about the same size as Liu Haizhong, but his cheeks didn't look as greasy and he looked very neat.

"Why, it can't have been so long since we last did it that you have forgotten it, right?"

Chef Wang, the head chef of Fengze Garden, picked up the rag on the stainless steel countertop, wiped his hands, looked at He Yuzhu who was staring at him blankly, and asked expressionlessly.

"No, I've written it all down here~!"

Pointing his finger at his head, He Yuzhu suppressed his previous resentment in his heart and said firmly in the face of the high-end chef.

"A factory is a factory, and a restaurant is a restaurant. Although they are both kitchens, the dishes are different. First, calm down and learn, and be more perceptive. After a long time, you will be able to move up naturally if you have the ability~!"

He wiped his hands carefully with the rag, not even missing the gaps between his fingers. After throwing it back on the stainless steel countertop, Chef Wang spoke a few heartfelt words to He Yuzhu, and without waiting for his answer, he walked away staggeringly.

This is the truth, and He Yuzhu himself is aware of it. He can only sigh helplessly. Chefs who come out of the factory are associated with big pot meals, and this label is not easy to remove. The kitchen team's distrust of him is not without reason.

If it weren't for that eccentric father of hers, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the chance to try the food.

After a busy day, He Yuzhu's chef uniform was already soaked with sweat. As it approached noon and the customers started to be served, he felt a little more relaxed and had time to prepare the pork tenderloin that Chef Wang was testing him with.

Before cutting, the first thing is to massage. Yes, that's right. When processing the soft and tender tenderloin, if it were in the factory, even if it was a special process, He Yuzhu would just do it directly without massaging.

As long as the cooking is about right, those people in the factory won’t have any reason to complain. They can only say it’s delicious. But it’s different here. He Yuzhu dare not be negligent in the slightest. When facing the assessment, he has to show his real skills.

After the steps were almost done, He Yuzhu cut the tenderloin according to the recipe in his memory and the actual amount of tenderloin, and then he started working on the seasoning table. The first stove, the second stove... all the way to the last stove, the flames were raging under the stove, and the flames jumped into the pot from time to time. With the addition of white wine, the flames jumped higher. The faucet kept running to cool down the high-temperature stove.

It was under such circumstances that He Yuzhu was able to prepare his ingredients without distraction.

Scallions, garlic, minced ginger, oil, salt, sauce, and thick soup, and the chopped meat were mixed evenly under his flexible palms. He Yuzhu would put his nose close from time to time to feel whether the ingredients were fully mixed with the seasonings through the smell.

The head chef, with his hands folded in his arms, stood quietly in the corner with the best view in the kitchen. He looked at all the stoves. He could see at a glance which stoves had overheated or which stoves had too much oil and salt.

However, he would occasionally look at He Yuzhu who was preparing the stuffing, seeing how meticulous he was and that there was no problem with the procedure, and then he would turn his eyes away. When the dishes were served, the plates would pass in front of him.

"Master Ji, please lend me the stove after you're done frying. I'm going to fry some crispy boxes~!"

After everything was ready, He Yuzhu looked at the two "dough cakes" that had already taken shape, washed his hands, went to the five-stove frying pan, and made a humbly request.

"Can't you see I'm busy? Wait until I'm done~!"

Wu Zao glanced impatiently at He Yuzhu, who had just arrived, without hiding his anger. He glanced at Chun Juan behind him and had no intention of giving up his seat.

To put it bluntly, who does he think he is? If He Yuzhu hadn't shown off his skills before, he would have definitely cursed him out like this.

"Master Ji, Master Wang asked me to make this. We can't delay this dish, otherwise the stuffing will become greasy and the inside will stick together~!"

"It's all about me...~!"

"Let him explode, Old Ji~!"

Chef Wang's words left Master Ji speechless. He used his long chopsticks to pick up the cooked spring rolls, pulled up his apron to wipe his hands, and gave up his seat with an indignant look on his face.

Since Chef Wang asked He Yuzhu to make this dish, he naturally knew the tricks involved and would not make things difficult for him. What he wanted was to test He Yuzhu's skills in stuffing and frying. The customer could choose not to order it, but he had to be able to do it.

He Yuzhu nodded to Chef Wang as a token of gratitude, and carefully slid the pastry box into the oil pan.

Logically speaking, if you want to truly preserve the original flavor of the dish, you can't mix the oils. But this is an assessment during spare time, not a dedicated food tasting, so you can only make do with it. After all, the head chef also agreed.

When both sides of the pastry box turned golden brown, He Yuzhu turned down the heat of the oil pan, closed his eyes and felt the passage of time. When his intuition told him that the tenderloin inside was almost cooked, he quickly took it out.

"Chef Wang, please~!"

When it was brought to Chef Wang, He Yuzhu carefully took out a pair of chopsticks and handed it over respectfully.

"Take it back and try it yourself~!"

After taking the chopsticks and turning the two pastry boxes over to take a look, Chef Wang didn't think there was any big problem. It was above the passing line. Not many people ordered pastry boxes, but it could be seen that this beloved son of He Daqing did have some skills.

He Yuzhu was a little confused and thought he had made some mistake. He opened his mouth to say something, but then lowered his head dejectedly.

The gazes of the people around him were like needles piercing his body. If he had not been forced into a corner with no way out, he would have turned hostile and questioned them long ago.

"What are you looking at? I'm still better than you. He Yuzhu, you take over the shift at the seventh stove~!"

"Ah~?"

Dazhuzi, who was still a little unconvinced in his heart a second ago, had just poured the pastry box into the lunch box, but unexpectedly, there was a turn of events. Being able to cook meant that his cooking skills were recognized.

"I asked you to cook so that you can get familiar with the tools here. You still use chopsticks to take the crispy box out of the pot. The appearance has been ruined. The customers who can order this dish are not ordinary. This is not a factory, and the customers are not rough people. You have to remember~!"

Okay, so that's how it is. The dents left by the long chopsticks on the surface of the pastry box not only made the appearance different, but also squeezed the juice inside to the sides. This is why it almost passed, but Chef Wang did not taste it.

Without tasting it, people can tell the subtle changes taking place inside the food.

After work, He Yuzhu was exhausted. He had finally proved himself, but on the other hand, it was also a bit discouraging. If he didn't handle the smallest details well, he might get zero points.

The pressure is so great and the requirements are so high. It is completely different from the third canteen.

Carrying the net bag lunch box, the crispy boxes inside had long gone cold, He Yuzhu walked back to Nanluoguxiang. As soon as he reached the gate of the courtyard, he saw the scene under the corridor lights and the net bag in his hand fell to the ground.

"You, you...!"