Food: How come this boss knows everything?

Chapter 251 This boss has to pay yuan to open our store
Zhang Guohua said that the reason why he tried to stop Xiao Han from learning to cook when they were at Taihe Building was because Xiao Han's father had instructed him to do so.

The young man was very shocked by his words.

"But why is this?"

"Didn't your father tell you?"

"I never said that."

When Xiao Han and his family went to visit his father, in order to reassure him, they all said that Xiao Han was studying in school.

Father Xiao is always pleased that his children are all very successful.

So I didn’t mention cooking.

So much so that he had no idea that the young man had dropped out of school at the age of sixteen and worked as an apprentice in various restaurants.

But it is definitely a good thing for a son to inherit his father's business. Why would Xiao's father stop his son from learning to cook?

Zhang Guohua's next words answered everyone's doubts:
"Your dad knows that you are a stubborn kid. He's afraid that you'll follow in his footsteps and go to some stupid chef conference to compete with those people."

"He said he had given up on this life and wanted you to study hard, but who the hell knew you were determined to follow this path."

“No one knows a son better than his father.”

Xiao Han suddenly understood why the senior friend and confidant his father mentioned was so unkind to him.

He suddenly remembered, "Then what about the money for my mother's medical treatment?"

Zhang Guohua put down his chopsticks again.
"Your manager sister is a big spender, but she can't just come up with that much money. That's my savings, you little brat. You didn't even tell me when something happened at home."

Zhang Guohua looked at Li Rui.
"But you did meet a good boss."

Xiao Han lowered his head.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang, I misunderstood you before."

"Forget it. It's my fault for not explaining it to you clearly, but you didn't even give me a chance."

Because when Xiao Han wanted to be an apprentice at Taihe Building, he was rejected by Zhang Guohua at first, so he never looked at Master Zhang well. Both of them were angry.

It was not until Xiao Han left that Zhang Guohua learned about the young man's situation through his manager.

This time, when I heard that he wanted to sign up, I came over in person.

The young man looked at the boss and Xiao Ma, and then asked, "Uncle Zhang, are you coming here today to ask me to give up the registration?"

Zhang Guohua sighed after hearing this:

"It has come to this, what else can I say? Your father was framed, I believe him, and you must believe him too. I can understand your desire to participate in the competition to prove this and clear Xiao Mingchun's grievances."

"But this time, there's a connection here, so you have to be careful."

The eight major factions in the chef circle are not enough, and now a person with connections has emerged. The situation of this competition is very serious.

It's not easy for a guy to stand out.

"I will definitely be in the top ten." Xiao Han clenched his fists as he spoke.

Zhang Guohua didn't notice this.

Ever since the egg fried rice was served, his attention was less and less on Xiao Han.

"Okay, after talking for so long, I'm really hungry. I want to try the egg fried rice made by Boss Li."

"Yes, Uncle Zhang, you eat first."

Zhang Guohua started to eat, but suddenly felt that the chopsticks were not suitable, so he switched to the spoon next to him.

A spoonful of fried rice comes out, each grain is distinct and each grain is wrapped in egg.

The aroma of green onions, rice and burnt eggs became stronger and stronger as he brought the spoon closer to his mouth and nose.

The toppings that the girl in the store added to him - the two spicy strips - maintained a delicate balance between industrial products and handmade fried rice.

It didn't ruin the look of the fried rice.

After taking a bite, the most impressive thing is the perfectly cooked fried rice and its unique dry and refreshing taste.

Paired with ham and spicy strips, it is very flavorful.

Zhang Guohua seemed to be able to imagine that the chef who made this fried rice used high heat to stir-fry the rice, allowing the rice to absorb some of the oil, making it crispy, dry and crisp, but not greasy at all.

Anyone can make fried rice.

But it is rare to be able to cook it to such perfection.

Zhang Guohua, a chef with many years of cooking experience, had to admire the skills of the shop owner.

Zhang Guohua thought:
"Boss Li, the price in our store is 18,000." Of course, a bowl of fried rice alone is not enough to fully understand Li Rui's cooking skills.

In fact, Zhang Guohua has never forgotten that this young man was able to replicate the almost original flavor of the jar meat after just tasting it once.

That's his specialty.
His dearest.

So, despite my admiration for Zhang Guohua, I sometimes feel an inexplicable shame.

With weird excitement.

If customers only eat fried rice, they will of course feel it is a bit dry.

Li Rui nudged Xiao Han with his elbow.

"Bring your Uncle Zhang a bowl of soup."

"Yep."

Xiao Han quickly filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Master Zhang.

"Oh, you are sensible boy."

Young man: "Uncle Zhang, I have to pay you back slowly for the money I borrowed from you."

"Don't worry," Zhang Guohua waved his hand, "but just for this, you have to get into the top ten to get the prize money."

The fried rice was not greasy, and there was no oil to be seen even at the bottom of the plate. Paired with a bowl of soup, it made Zhang Guohua's midnight snack very enjoyable.

At this time, he seemed to want to get closer to the young people.

When evaluating this midnight snack, he used some adjectives that he thought were very fresh.

"How do you like to say it? It smells so good that it makes your eyebrows drop. Yes, this egg fried rice smells so good that it makes your eyebrows drop."

"Soup tastes good too."

Comrade Ma Jinge complained: "This phrase was used several years ago, Master Zhang."

"Cough cough."

Zhang Guohua scratched his head, then looked at Xiao Han.
"You kid should learn from Boss Li. He is very capable. You can come and ask me if you have any questions."

Xiao Han nodded.

Zhang Guohua felt that if Li Rui participated in the competition, he would really have a chance to stand out at the World's No. 1 Chef Conference.

At this time, he stroked his hair and found that he touched a boiled egg.

"What the hell, eh? Huh?"

He suddenly became flustered and looked around in his seat.

Xiao Ma was quick-witted and picked up a wig from behind him.

"Master Zhang, are you looking for this?"

"Oh, thank you, little girl."

Zhang Guohua hurriedly put the wig back on.

When he turned to face Li Rui and Xiao Han again, he looked a little embarrassed.

He explained:

"As a chef, I sometimes worry about my hair falling into the dishes, so I shaved it off to make it easier to work."

The young man remembered that Uncle Zhang had already started to lose his hair when he was a child.

As far as I can remember, it was from that time that Zhang Guohua's cooking skills began to improve by leaps and bounds.

Li Rui agrees with the chef's work attitude. In the kitchen, it is necessary to be clean.

Items should also be placed in an orderly and neat manner.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to his head.

He gestured to Zhang Guohua:
"Master Zhang, turn a little more to the left, it's not straight. Well, it's fine now."

The three of them helped Master Zhang to tidy up his appearance.

Let this chef go home with dignity.

(End of this chapter)