City: Become a principal from junior college!

Chapter 27 Something, but not much!

"You come!"

Lao Lin did what he said.

He put his hands on his chest and moved away from the stove.

But Lao Lin had already made plans.

If my son's cooking fails, the customers will be dissatisfied.

I quickly fry another copy and send it over.

"Dad, the shredded pork you marinated really isn't very good, how about I marinate it again?"

Lin He was a little dissatisfied with the shredded pork.

Listen to Lin He's words.

Lao Lin almost couldn't resist giving Lin He a kick.

You and I have been working as chefs for 16 years.

How about a little guy who just learned to cook for a month?

Not satisfied with this, not satisfied with that.

After one month of junior college, you will learn how to brag, right?

After all, Lao Lin suppressed the urge to kick this traitor.

He said angrily, "It takes at least 10 minutes for the marinated meat to taste. Can the guests wait?"

Lin He also reacted when he heard the words.

Indeed, home is fast food.

The most important thing is to be fast!
There was no other way, Lin He could only take out two green peppers with a helpless face, and began to shred them!
Look at Lin He's expression.

Lao Lin wanted to hit someone even more.

But soon, looking at Lin He's knife skills.

Old Lin's expression changed slightly.

Although Lin He's knife skills don't seem to be particularly skilled.

But it can be seen that it has been studied seriously.

Very neatly cut.

This made Lin He's father nod secretly.

It seems that my son is not just messing around when he goes to junior college.

A little something, but not much!

Immediately afterwards, Lin He began to heat up the oily pan and stir-fry the shredded pork.

Lin He's father raised his eyebrows.

This method and some details are indeed different from my own.

soon.

In the kitchen, the aroma rises.

Let Lao Lin sniff his nose.

This taste is okay!

But at this moment, the aroma has spread from the small window to the dining room.

The old mother, who was holding the plate to serve the meal, sniffled.

The aroma in my nose seemed a little different from usual.

It's even more attractive.

Just smelling it makes me want to eat it.

To be honest, it's been a long time since my mother felt this way about Lao Lin's fried dishes.

"Old Lin, has his culinary skills improved?"

"But I have maintained this level for more than ten years, why did I suddenly improve?"

Mom doesn't quite understand though.

But I decided to have lunch later, and I also want to eat shredded pork with green peppers.

……

And the waiting guest was playing with his mobile phone expressionlessly.

It was obviously the National Day holiday and everyone was playing outside.

He was forced to work overtime, and he was really in a bad mood.

He didn't have any expectations for the taste of this small restaurant.

I have eaten here before.

The taste is mediocre, so-so, neither bad nor delicious.

But it looks clean and hygienic.

So come here for lunch, just to fill your stomach.

But when you smell that fragrance in your nose.

The guest's eyes couldn't help but move away from the phone screen and look at the kitchen.

This smell is a little fragrant!

He was not too hungry at first, but he felt a little hungry at this moment.

Put down your phone.

He was looking forward to this rice bowl that was originally just to fill his stomach.

And when Lin He's mother brought the rice bowl.

The aroma of food is more intense.

Looking at the appearance of the donburi, the guests couldn't help but shine.

The green peppers are so green and so clear that they don't look like they've been fried at all.

Paired with dark, lean shredded pork, it complements each other perfectly.

And it can be seen that there is not much oil.

It doesn't seem to have the greasy feeling that fast food should have.

Covered on white rice, it gives guests a feeling of appetite.

The guests were particularly surprised.

It's just a rice bowl from a fast food restaurant, the color and aroma are so good.

What about the taste?

The customer couldn't help it, so he picked up the spoon and started tasting.

When the first scoop is delivered to the mouth.

The guests narrowed their eyes.

The shredded meat was tender and smooth.

The green peppers are refreshing.

Eat it with rice moistened with salty and slightly spicy soup.

Definitely a treat.

To say that this rice bowl is extremely delicious, I would not say that.

But among the shredded pork with green peppers that I have eaten, the rice bowl in front of me is definitely the best.

Most importantly, his expectations were not high.

At this moment, the dishes far exceeded expectations, which naturally made his evaluation even higher.

"good to eat……"

"Miss Boss, bring me a bottle of Pepsi!"

"Gududu..."

At this moment, only the slight sound of spoons touching the dinner plate can be heard.

The guests took one sip after another, with extremely satisfied expressions on their faces.

Lin He's mother, who was holding a Coke, had her eyes widened...

And in the back kitchen.

Lao Lin also paid attention to the dining room.

The expression of the guests, as well as the state of devotion to eating, made Lao Lin a little confused.

Could this person have been hired by his own son?

A rice bowl with shredded pork with green peppers.

No matter how delicious it is, as for this?
……

But before Lao Lin and his wife could react.

The two guests who also ordered green pepper shredded pork rice bowl quit.

"Miss Boss, they are all served with green pepper and shredded pork rice. Why do mine look different from that one?"

"Yes, we work here, and we often come to your house and order takeout from your house. We can't treat them differently!"

"Your family hired a new chef?"

Lin He's mother rushed over, looked left and right for comparison.

Judging from the appearance alone, the gap is not small.

But, I don't know what's going on.

The mother looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll go to the back kitchen to ask, wait a moment..."

After finishing speaking, my mother quickly squeezed into the back kitchen.

Look at Lao Lin first.

Lao Lin is now autistic...

At this moment, he still doesn't understand.

I have been a chef for more than ten years, and the dishes I cook are really not as good as my son...

I thought my son would be disliked for being fired.

The result turned out to be that my own food was disgusted...

This……

It was really hard for him to accept.

Although as a father, there will always be a certain day when he feels that he is old and his son has surpassed himself.

But isn't this day coming too soon?

The most important thing is that my son has only been learning cooking for a month!
Lin He's mother looked at her husband's expression, and then at Lin He standing in front of the stove.

How can I not understand what happened.

The plate of shredded pork with green peppers just now was actually fried by my son.

Although it is difficult to understand in my heart.

But she still hurriedly said: "Don't be dazed, fry two more shredded pork with green pepper..."

Lin He nodded quickly.

Continue to start frying.

Soon, the new rice bowl was sent up by my mother: "Sorry, I didn't change the chef, it's just that the chef learned a new method and is experimenting..."

Mom explained to save some face for Lao Lin.

If the guests know that a father's cooking skills are not as good as a son's.

That would be embarrassing!

After hearing the explanation, the two of them would naturally not be angry.

Instead grab a spoon and start tasting.

Then a satisfied look appeared on his face.

One person even gave a thumbs up: "This taste is really good! Today's chefs don't have the spirit to study at all. They play tricks when they are free, and don't even think about how to make the dishes more delicious!"

"There is no craftsmanship at all!"

"Your chef is actually going to study new techniques and new flavors!"

"I admire you. I will bring more colleagues to your home in the future!"

"In the future, let's choose this place for drinking in the evening!"

The two of them praised each other while eating.

Lin He from the kitchen was full of smiles when he heard it.

In school before, the level of my classmates was pretty much the same, but no one praised me so much.

On the side, Lao Lin's face was a little dark...

I am the chef who the customers say can only use mobile phones when he is free, and has no spirit of research...

At this moment.

Lao Lin said that he just wanted to be quiet and didn't want to talk...

(End of this chapter)