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The kitchen helpers in the front row were the first to smell it, and they all gasped in unison, their eyes widening instantly.

The hundreds of employees, who had just been full of doubts and lifeless, fell silent instantly.

Everyone's noses started twitching uncontrollably, as if an invisible hand in the air was gripping everyone's stomach tightly!

"Holy crap... what smells so good?!" An employee's eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he made an extremely loud swallowing sound.

"This looks so fresh! My mouth is watering..." A waitress in the front of house quickly covered her mouth, her eyes shining as she stared at the door of the small kitchen.

Amidst the eager gazes of everyone, Zhao Chengming stepped forward.

He tilted his head slightly inward.

Four burly kitchen helpers immediately strode inside.

A moment later, the four men gritted their teeth and together carried out a huge stainless steel soup pot, about half a person's height, and placed it steadily on the worktable in the center of the kitchen.

"Thump."

The soup bucket hit the ground. The alluring aroma instantly intensified tenfold!

The soup bucket was filled with a pale golden, crystal-clear liquid, which was more than half full.

"How...how can such a clear soup have such a strong aroma?!" Old Chen, a chef for thirty years, was completely dumbfounded.

In his mind, only bone broth simmered until it's thick and white like milk could smell so good. How could something as bland and watery as this smell so delicious that it makes your mouth water?!

Without saying a word, Zhao Chengming took a long-handled soup ladle from the sterilizer next to him and handed it to Lao Chen.

"Old Chen, you try it first."

Old Chen took the spoon, his palms already sweating. He swallowed hard, quickly scooped up half a spoonful of the scalding hot broth, and poured it into the small white porcelain bowl that had been prepared beside him.

He picked up the bowl, brought it directly to his lips, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

The soup was scalding hot, and the moment it touched his tongue, Old Chen shuddered violently!

He turned his head sharply and stared intently at Zhao Chengming, the hot-tempered and tough executive chef, whose eyes were red and who was trembling with excitement.

"Mr. Zhao..." Old Chen's voice was hoarse and distorted, "This soup... is amazing! Absolutely fucking amazing!!"

Without Zhao Chengming even giving the order, Old Chen suddenly turned around, like an enraged lion, and let out a deafening roar at the group of chefs behind him who were already drooling with anticipation:

"What are you all standing there for! Line up! Get your bowls! All of you, come over here and have a taste!"

That shout woke everyone up.

The kitchen instantly erupted in chaos!

Dozens of chefs, kitchen helpers, and even front-of-house staff rushed to the worktable like madmen. Several young men in the kitchen were frantically carrying white porcelain bowls out of the sterilizer.

Each person received only a tiny bit. Just enough to barely fill the bottom of a shallow bowl.

The entire kitchen was instantly filled with a unified, frantic slurping sound.

The broth went down my throat.

"Hiss—Holy crap!!!"

"My God... this tastes absolutely amazing!"

"It's so delicious! I've never tasted such delicious soup in my life!" A young apprentice jumped up and down excitedly. "The aroma is ten times more intense than our strongest beef tallow hot pot!"

"How can it be so fresh?" The chef in charge of cold dishes held an empty bowl, his face full of disbelief, wishing he could lick the bowl clean.

The atmosphere in the kitchen instantly shifted from oppressive and panicked to extremely excited!

Everyone stood up straight at that moment!

Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhao Chengming stepped forward and pounded heavily on the stainless steel tabletop.

"You can taste it all?" Zhao Chengming's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an air of arrogant arrogance.

"I can taste it!" Old Chen shouted, his eyes bloodshot.

"Our restaurant, Shuweitang, specializes in hot pot. The foundation of hot pot is the ingredients, but its soul is always the broth!"

Zhao Chengming's gaze was sharp, and his tone was domineering and unquestionable: "Lin Fan's method of cooking meat in plain water is a trick! Today, we'll teach the people of Jiangcheng what a real clear broth hot pot is!"

Zhao Chengming suddenly reached out and pointed towards the Shu Han Pavilion in the front hall.

"Old Chen!"

"exist!"

"Have some men divide this pot of soup into eight cloisonné copper charcoal hot pots! Be careful, and carry them to the tables at Shu Han Pavilion!"

"Then have the meat preparation team cut up all the freshly arrived lamb from the warehouse and arrange it on ice trays!"

"clear!"

"Lobby Manager!"

"What are your instructions, General Manager Zhao?"

"Inform the front desk to provide the highest level of service."

Zhao Chengming surveyed the room and issued his final, decisive order: "I'm going to use this broth to show those big bosses, in all its glory, what real hot pot broth is!"

"yes!!!"

A deafening roar erupted from the kitchen. Morale soared!

Old Chen immediately turned around and instructed the men to push the portioned copper hot pots toward the Shu Han Pavilion on the third floor.

On the cutting board of the food preparation area, knives flashed.

The finest lamb is sliced ​​into paper-thin pieces and neatly arranged on icy crushed ice.

The front-of-house staff tidied themselves up and quickly headed to their respective posts.

Zhao Chengming looked at the bustling kitchen and let out a long sigh.

He walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and washed his face with cold water. Icy water droplets dripped down his chin.

This battle must be won; defeat is absolutely unacceptable.

……

Time flies, and it was already six o'clock in the evening.

Outside the gate of Shuweitang Restaurant, the wind and snow continue.

Several familiar black Mercedes and Maybachs pulled up at the entrance one after another.

Several big bosses, including Li Dayong and Chairman Chen, opened their car doors, stepped through the snow, and arrived as promised.

Old Xu, who had been waiting at the entrance of the lobby, immediately rubbed his hands together and went to greet them with a big smile when he saw this.

"President Li! Chairman Chen! Gentlemen, it's so kind of you to make this trip in this snowy weather. Please come in, it's warm inside!"

Li Dayong patted the snow off his coat shoulders and looked around as he walked inside.

At this time of day, the lobby of Shuweitang would normally be bustling with people and long queues, but today it was unusually quiet, with not a single customer except for the servers standing ramrod straight.

"Old Xu, your boss Zhao is really going all out today! He even closed the gate just to treat us to a meal? How much money will he lose?" Li Dayong teased with a half-smile.

"Mr. Li, you flatter us. These gentlemen are our most distinguished guests at Shuweitang. Mr. Zhao said that today the entire restaurant will only serve you and no other customers!"

Old Xu bowed very low, but his tone revealed an undeniable confidence: "This way, gentlemen. President Zhao has been waiting for you for a long time at the Shu Han Pavilion on the third floor."

……