Reborn 1990's Fat Wife Should Be Self-Reliant

Chapter 103 Kung Pao Chicken
Anning Central Hospital can do a paternity test, but the result will have to wait for half a month.

Zhou Huilan sent Yaoyao and Lu Changqing's hair together, and then stopped thinking about it, and returned to the back kitchen safely.

But as soon as she entered the back kitchen, more than a dozen pairs of Hu Lala looked at her, which was different from the usual greeting, and Zhou Huilan clearly sensed that something was wrong here.

"What's the matter, there are flowers on my face?"

Zhou Huilan smiled awkwardly, trying to break the weird atmosphere, but no one paid attention to her.

She didn't stop walking, and walked in along the stove, but saw that in front of the stove she used to use, Master Zhao was flying up and down with a big shovel, and there were several people standing beside him.

"This is smooth meat, the most important thing is to be fast. The oil temperature must be high, the meat must be sharpened, the spatula must be sharp, and the fire must be fried quickly, so that the marinated meat is tender..." Master Zhao spoke very experiencedly. There was no delay at all.

But after a while, a plate of fried pork with bamboo shoots came out of the pot. The meat was soft and tender, and the bamboo shoots were bright, which showed that there was effort.

"Yo! Master Zhou is back!"

Master Zhao seemed to have just seen Zhou Huilan, and shouted with a smile, but before Zhou Huilan agreed, he put the spatula back on the stove, took a spoonful of water and splashed it a few times, "What's next?"

Sun Guowei, who was preparing the dishes for him, was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhou Huilan.

In the back kitchen, the rules that have been left over for thousands of years are actually the most particular about the backup position. When the master chef is away, the sous chef can serve the dishes instead, but he cannot use the master chef's stove and shovel. This is the rule.

Zhou Huilan may not be very clear about this kind of twists and turns, but there are no other people in the kitchen who don't understand.

Zhou Huilan was standing here, and Master Zhao didn't want to let go, so it was clear that he wanted to save Zhou Huilan's face.

"Tsk! You kid, what are you cooking next?" Seeing that Sun Guowei didn't move, Master Zhao raised his shovel and hit him.

Sun Guowei glanced at Zhou Huilan, seeing that she didn't respond, he lowered his head and handed the prepared dishes to Master Zhao, "Kung Pao Chicken."

Master Zhao nodded, put a spoonful of warm oil in the pan and was about to start frying, but Zhou Huilan stood beside him, pulled the high chair that she usually sat in the back kitchen, and sat directly next to Master Zhao.

Just as Master Zhao was about to serve the marinated meat, Zhou Huilan spoke first, "The Kung Pao Chicken must be thick in oil, but it should not be too hot. Quickly serve the chicken nuggets!"

Master Zhao, who was about to prepare the meat, was taken aback for a moment, and deliberately delayed for dozens of seconds before pouring the chicken into the oil pan.

"Fuck-!"

There was a crisp sound, and huge smoke rose from the oil pan, and Sun Guowei, who was so choked that he had no time to react, couldn't help coughing.

Zhou Huilan covered her nose and said loudly on purpose: "Look, this is too hot, and the flesh will be blind. Master Zhao, this is not at your level!"

Master Zhao, who was already full of fire, heard this sentence, and the spatula hit the bottom of the pot with a "bang", and a third of a plate of meat flew out. He originally wanted to scrape out the fried chicken. He poured the diced carrots in again.

But after a while, a plate of Kung Pao Chicken with no color, fragrance or taste was poured into the plate, but Su Xiaoliang, who was playing lotus beside him, looked at Zhou Huilan with a troubled expression on his face.

This dish has to be served, who is to blame if the guests are not satisfied?
Zhou Huilan shook her head exaggeratedly on purpose, stood up on a high stool and stretched her waist, "I'm not here these two days, Master Zhao is probably exhausted, I'll cook the rest of the dishes!" she said He went to pick up the shovel in Master Zhao's hand, but Master Zhao turned his hand away and avoided her.

"Boss Zhang told me to cook, but he still hasn't said whether to ask me to cook. Master Zhou should continue to rest!"

The steps handed out not only did not go down, but also choked up and upright. Rao Zhou Huilan didn't understand the strength of these back kitchen rules, so she couldn't laugh.

Master Zhao raised his hand to overturn the plate of Kung Pao Chicken, but as soon as his hand touched the plate, Zhou Huilan said: "Master Zhao is so tired that his hands are slippery, let's go and have a rest first, or wait for the guests Complaints, it is the signboard of our Donghua Restaurant that will be destroyed." After all, this restaurant has her shares now, and Zhou Huilan doesn't want to mess around with him.

"No need! Serve the food!" Master Zhao, desperate for face, just pushed the dish out.

The old man made it clear that he wanted to quarrel with him, and Zhou Huilan didn't bother to quarrel with him when he was busy, so she took off her apron, and planned to go to the front to ask Zhang Yongqiang about the situation.

But before she reached the door, the waiter who had just served the food ran back.

"The customer returned the food and asked to redo it!"

When the words fell, it was the plate of Kung Pao Chicken that was placed on the table.

Zhou Huilan stopped in her tracks, turned around and saw Master Zhao angrily heating up a wok and frying Kung Pao Chicken.

She didn't make a sound this time, but looking at Master Zhao's back, he was clearly resentful, and this game might have to be withdrawn.

Sure enough, the second plate of Kung Pao Chicken was sent back within 10 minutes.

Until the third time, it wasn't just the waiter who came back with the dishes, even Zhang Yongqiang came.

Zhang Yongqiang entered the kitchen, his face immediately sank, "What's the matter, today, even a Kung Pao chicken can't be fried well! Isn't Master Zhou back!"

"Mr. Zhang, I'm here!" Zhou Huilan was sitting at the door, and when she heard this, she quickly stood up and said hello to Zhang Yongqiang, "Today's dish is served by Mr. Zhao, he must be tired after serving me for the past few days , should I fry it next?"

Zhang Yongqiang was obviously taken aback, his gaze coldly glanced at the people around the stove, and after a while, he changed into a smiling face in embarrassment, "Master Zhou didn't cook today, no wonder..."

Master Zhao, who had never left the stove, was also angry at this moment.

Angrily, he grabbed his chopsticks and walked over, "This Kung Pao chicken is good, what's wrong!"

"The guest said Rouchai..." the waiter who passed the dishes explained.

Zhang Yongqiang saw that his face was not good, so he also persuaded him, "Master Zhao, we still have to listen to the suggestions of the guests."

But Master Zhao, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, didn't listen to the persuasion at all, and went to the front to talk to the guest.

In just a short while, Zhou Huilan picked up the spatula, fried another plate of Kung Pao Chicken, and pushed it directly to Master Zhao's plate.

The bright red and emerald green side dishes, the peanuts are oily, and the chicken nuggets swayed gently with the movement of the plate, and the sweet and sour mouth wrapped in the aroma of oil slid directly over the tip of everyone's noses.

Master Zhao, who was eloquent at first, suddenly stopped talking.

Comparing the two, he lost first in terms of appearance.

But he was still not reconciled, "I have been frying that dish for a long time, how can this be compared!"

Zhou Huilan shrugged, ignored him, and directly ordered the waiter who passed the dishes, "Give this dish to the guests!"

In this situation, the waiter didn't dare to move.

It was Zhang Yongqiang who opened his mouth, and he left with the food.

1 minute, 2 minutes...

10 minutes, two 10 minutes...

The waiter didn't come back to return the food, but Master Zhao's face became darker and darker.

(End of this chapter)