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The atmosphere at the scene suddenly relaxed a lot. Cheng Yao walked past the people in the restaurant and came to the outside and said to the onlookers.

"That's it for today's selection. Thank you very much for your support."

"I will step up training in the past few days and strive to officially open on time in six days. Everyone is welcome to come and taste it then."

"I believe that our Fuchun Restaurant will be able to bring you a new and different experience!"

"That's it for today. Let's all disperse and go home early!"

After finishing her words, Cheng Yao bowed sincerely again to express her respect and gratitude to everyone.

Then, with everyone's reluctant eyes on him, he slowly closed the door of the restaurant, blocking out the curiosity and prying eyes.

The restaurant suddenly became quieter. Cheng Yao looked at the new members in front of her and chatted in a relaxed tone.

"Everyone should seize the time to adapt to the environment. Next, I will arrange a few days of training. I hope everyone can go all out."

"Now that everyone has joined my team, you should have the most positive attitude."

"Only when we work together can we run the restaurant better. In the future, we will help each other and ask each other if we have anything we don't understand."

"I want to be friends with everyone more than I am a partner."

Cheng Yao's words were so sincere that everyone was moved, and many people spoke in agreement.

"Chef Cheng is right. Since we can get together, it can be regarded as fate."

"The purpose of everyone coming here is to improve their cooking skills. Naturally, the power of one person is not as strong as that of a group of people. Only by helping each other can we go further."

"Well, I agree. Anyway, I plan to stay in this Fuchun Restaurant for a long time!"

"Me too!"

……

Cheng Yao smiled and looked at the people in front of her chattering for a long time before reaching out to signal everyone to quiet down.

"Okay, don't call me Chef Cheng all day long. If you're weird, just call me A Yao."

"Next, let's each briefly introduce ourselves, and by the way, tell us what dishes we are good at cooking."

"Skills have specializations. It's too difficult to take into account everything. Instead of fussing around and being thankless, it's better to focus on one area and practice more frequently."

The fat man who had just made steamed pork knuckle was the first to step forward.

His face is round, and his eyes sparkle with love and concentration for cooking, like tiny sparks of fire.

Although his fingers are chubby, they are not bulky and are extremely flexible. The calluses on his hands bear witness to his hard work in cooking.

When he wields the spatula, his movements are both powerful and elegant. His confidence and calmness make people admire his skills.

"My name is Wu Hong, I'm good at cooking meat dishes."

"Everyone can tell something from my body shape. I really like eating meat."

"At first, I always went out to eat meat in restaurants, but after eating too much, my mouth started to become picky. Later, I didn't like ordinary meat dishes, so I picked up a spatula. , and started to explore how to cook by myself.”

"I didn't expect that things got a little out of hand at the beginning. I really am that good!"

At the end of the sentence, Wu Hong rubbed his head in embarrassment and smiled.

Everyone was amused by his relaxed and interesting words, and even Mr. He's pale beard trembled a little.

Immediately afterwards, a burly man stepped forward. Her bronzed skin shone with a healthy luster in the sun, like a bronze mirror that had been baptized by wind and rain, reflecting the traces of time.

The muscles on his bare arms were knotted like old vines in the mountains. They had tenacious vitality and looked very tough.

His face is that of a typical northern man. Under his broad forehead, a pair of thick eyebrows are like two sharp blades, sharp and resolute.

Although his skin is rough, his facial features are clear and three-dimensional, with an aura that is calm but powerful.

There is always a simple and honest smile on the corner of his mouth, which makes people feel friendly and warm.

Even in the most urgent situation just now, he never lost his composure and always maintained his calm and unhurried attitude, which made people feel trustworthy for no reason.

"My name is Zhou Amai. I used to walk around the streets and have many food stalls."

"I'm not a native of Yuecheng. I came all the way from the north."

"As for what I'm good at, I actually don't know much about it. I eat a lot of food and see a lot, and I know a little bit about the special snacks from various places."

"I've never tasted the food in big restaurants. I prefer to make snacks with obvious taste characteristics."

Compared to others here, Zhou Amai has not systematically worshiped a master or learned anything.

All he has is his own experience in setting up stalls, and he constantly adjusts the formula through feedback from customers to finally achieve the best results.

If you ask him to explain in detail how to make a certain dish, he probably won't be able to explain it.

Because these, in his mind, all rely on touch.

Funnily enough, the reason Zhou Amai came to participate in the trials at Fuchun Restaurant was because he was tired of his wandering days.

He felt a little tired from the day-to-day life of setting up a stall, so when he saw that this place was recruiting people, he wanted to give it a try.

Unexpectedly, he actually made it to the last round and got the chance to stay.

Although he didn't cheat and relied on his true skills to survive until the end, it still felt a bit unrealistic.

No, this is it?

So despite the lack of expression on his face now, he was actually a little panicked inside.

On the other hand, Cheng Yao's eyes lit up a bit when she heard Zhou Amai recount her past experiences.

In the future, she hopes that Fuchun Restaurant can continue to be a business for wealthy people. Which wealthy people have never tasted all kinds of delicacies?

On the contrary, this kind of street food may arouse their interest even more.

Occasionally do a few cross-overs, and you can achieve good results.

For her to meet such a talent is such a blessing!

"Well, both of them are outstanding talents. In the future, Wu Hong will be responsible for the meat dishes in the restaurant, while Zhou Amai will be responsible for the special snacks in the restaurant."

"The remaining friends, please continue to come forward and introduce me."

Encouraged by Cheng Yao, the girl who had been making glutinous rice and sweet lotus root took a few tentative steps forward.

"I...my name is Ruan Qiaoyun."

"I'm good at making snacks. Whether they are salty or sweet, I can make most of the snacks on the market."

"My situation is similar to that of Brother Wu. I started eating it because I liked it, and then I started to learn how to cook it."

"It's just that my family doesn't support me doing this. They always say it's useless to learn so much."

Having said this, Ruan Qiaoyun looked obviously depressed.