my old life

Chapter 1208 A Good Cook, A Handful of Salt
I came to the kitchen on time at twelve noon, ready to start a new busy day, but this time I had an extra pack of edible salt in my pocket, which is the key!
Before I destroy the vent, I have to do a round, a round that provokes disputes between each other. Only in this way can I have a chance to get in, otherwise I have no chance at all!

In a short period of time, I think it is not easy to deal with these waiters, because I can't see them, and I don't have the opportunity to give them some laxatives, so I can only settle for the next best thing!
I saw that Gangzi was smoking at the door, so I immediately went up to take out a cigarette and lit it, and said hello by the way.

"Good afternoon, Brother Gang."

"Here comes brother, quickly take two sips and go in, the head chef will be here soon!"

"I see."

I took two puffs of my cigarette and extinguished it. Everything was quiet in the kitchen. No orders have been received yet.

Everyone is waiting silently. It is estimated that the onion, ginger, garlic and other things will not be used up in a week. I have to do all these tasks on the first day!

A few minutes later, the first order appeared, and the kitchen became busy instantly. The pots and pans collided together like a symphony, and the orders appeared one after another.

It seems that everyone will be hungry at the same time, and placing orders at the same time puts a lot of pressure on the kitchen, but if there are the same dishes, they can be fried in one pot.

For those who request not to put chili or put more chili, it is usually cleaned up after it is out of the pot. I keep helping to arrange the dishes beside the workbench.

All dishes are required to be exquisite, but at the same time, it also gives me a chance to get in touch with the dishes. This opportunity is very important to me!

When no one was paying attention, I quietly squeezed a handful of salt in my hand. When I was arranging the dishes, my palms slightly loosened and sprinkled the salt into the dishes. The monitoring on the wall was nothing to me!
In a casino full of surveillance cameras, I can easily make money, not to mention adding some salt to the dishes in the kitchen. Today's game depends on how much salt is added!
As a normal condiment, salt is added to every dish. It is nothing more than a matter of adding more or less, but I add some salt to all dishes to 'enhance the taste'!
Soon four or five waiters showed up, and I put the dishes on the dining car and got them ready, making sure each dish was specially 'taken care of'!
A game of provoking disputes between the waiter and the kitchen unfolded quietly, and the key lies in the handful of salt in my hand!
As the saying goes, a good chef has a handful of salt, and a good chef must pay attention to the taste, and I can be regarded as helping!It is estimated that it will not be long before someone finds it back...

Watching the waiter push the dining car out again and again, the pack of edible salt in my pocket was quickly used up. I guess the gamblers who had lunch at noon today must have a heavy taste!

The orders are still going on, and I can roughly estimate how many people there are in the underground bank casino through the number of orders. After all, it is about the same for one person to eat.

At this moment, two waiters came back pushing the dining cart, their expressions were very bad, and one of them had a slap mark on his face. Looking at this appearance, I knew he must have been beaten!
"Who made this dish? The customer said it was salty, and beat him up!"

As the waiter opened the dining car to serve a dish, he didn't seem to take a bite, probably because he got angry when he tasted it!

"What's the matter? How could the cooking every day be salty!" Gangzi wiped his hands and walked over, picked up a little, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and then spit it out.

"Brother Duan, your cooking is indeed salty, it's deadly!"

"What's wrong? Impossible?" The fat head also came over to take a bite, and he also spat out the food.

"I didn't cook this dish, who did it? There is indeed too much salt." The fat head completely put aside the relationship with one sentence, but no one else spoke.

"Forget it, let me help you do it again." The fat head directly dumped a dish into the trash can, probably because he had a guilty conscience!
As for who made the dishes, I can’t remember clearly, but I don’t care who made the dishes. Putting salt in the dishes is the only goal. There are so many dishes out just now, and a whole bag of edible salt must taste very strong!

In a blink of an eye, the other two waiters came back, and their dining car was almost full of dishes, as if they had been pushed and pushed back.

"Bosses, who cooked the dishes? It's too salty!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. I stood by and just watched. Even if I was held accountable, I would not be the only one to blame. It would take a moment to start a dispute!
"Impossible, so many dishes are salty?"

Gangzi stepped forward to taste one by one, his face changed slightly, I knew that my chance had come now!

I quickly moved to Gangzi's ear and whispered, "Brother Gang, could it be that you urged those two guys last night, and they wanted revenge?"

Gangzi glanced at me and didn't say a word, but seeing his solemn face, he probably started to murmur in his heart, it's impossible for all the dishes to be salty!
"Get out of the way!" Suddenly there was a low and hoarse roar, and the head chef appeared in the kitchen with an angry expression on his face.

Seeing his expression, I immediately stepped aside to wash the vegetables, and washed off the finely ground salt on my hands. At this moment, a dispute is about to erupt!
"What happened at noon today! Who served the food? The phone call came up from the inside! Do you even want to do it!"

The head chef roared like a lion, and the whole kitchen was instantly silent, only the stove and range hood were humming.

The head chef directly started to taste the dishes with his hands. After tasting two dishes, he couldn't help kicking the dining car over. He looked like an erupting lion!

"What the hell did you cook! Which bastard made the dishes, and who the hell did them!"

The head chef's angry roar echoed in the kitchen, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. It is estimated that no one would admit that the dishes were made by themselves at this time...

It is understandable to put too much salt in one or two dishes, but if all the dishes have too much salt, then this is not a simple matter!
In other words, if the food is not filled with salt but something harmful to health, then Zeng Wuye, the underground bank casino, will be finished immediately!
If all the gamblers were poisoned to death or sent to the hospital, no matter how powerful Zeng Wuye was, he wouldn't be able to handle it. After all, his family is not the only one who dominates the world!
"You don't admit it, right? I'll go to monitor and check, and wait here for me and don't leave!"

The head chef left without saying a word. There was a tense atmosphere in the scene. Gangzi and Fathead were looking at each other. It is estimated that no one wants to take on this matter...

Gangzi looked at me with complicated eyes, and then his eyes fell on several waiters, including the two guys that Gangzi urged last night!

I know that I planted a seed of doubt in Gangzi's heart just now. When people have no thoughts and can't find a clue, they will be suspicious, and they will think about everything possible!
If there is an obvious doubt in his heart at this time, then he will keep suspecting and imagining in his heart!If all conjectures are based on this doubt, then the final result he got is self-evident...

Gangzi turned his head and called the fat head and another chef aside, watching them whispering to each other, I was secretly nervous!

If they suspect me, I have no choice but to refuse to admit it. If I don’t admit it without evidence, no one can do anything about it. I just hope they don’t suspect me...

Suddenly the fat head gave a few waiters a vicious look, and I was secretly relieved, it seems that they have all stepped on the hook!
As long as Gangzi stepped on the hook, it would be much easier for other chefs to step on the hook. I planted a seed of suspicion in his heart, and he will spread this seed to other people!
"Ding dong!"

The sound of the order on the wall broke the dullness in the air. Everyone glanced at the order, and I knew that the opportunity to start a dispute had finally come!

Everyone gathered to look at the order. This time, Gangzi and the others each had one dish, and I set up the plates in advance and waited beside them.

This time they were extra careful when adding salt to the dishes, and I immediately took the Lu cover to cover the dishes after they were out of the pan.

"I'll go and deliver it myself this time, so you guys can come too!" Gangzi said to Fathead and the others, and the cooks immediately took off their uniforms and left.

The waiter in charge of delivering the food was immediately dumbfounded, and none of them knew what happened. I quietly grabbed the salt and put it in my pocket and immediately stepped forward to stop it.

If I want Gangzi to deliver the food in person, it can prove that there is no problem with the food but can't provoke disputes. This matter will eventually fall on the heads of everyone in the kitchen!

I can only use my hand speed and technique to put salt into the dish silently in front of everyone, and then let these waiters push the dining car away...

(End of this chapter)