amaotonovel Chapter 418: The Bad Guys Meet the Real Guy
Chapter 418: The Bad Guys Meet the Real Guy
“Now, it’s a popular tourist restaurant. The prices have dropped, and you don’t have to make reservations in advance. You can even watch performances when you go in, and you can get discounts if you record videos and post them online.” The man in the flowered shirt sneered.
"What performance?" Zhao Xiaojing asked curiously.
"Yangzhou fried rice performance. Isn't it written on the back of his clothes, 'Yangzhou fried rice made on the spot, more than 200 yuan a portion, fried for you in front of you, the minimum consumption for a private room is 6,000 yuan to order, and customers can also take videos and photos during the fried rice process, which is full of gimmicks. Jing Gensheng is obsessed with money, and he will do whatever he can to make money quickly. All the serious chefs in the store have left, and we are not eating there anymore anyway." The fat man shook his head and explained, "Jing Gensheng is Jing Ziheng's father, and Jing Ziheng is the guy wearing the chef's uniform."
"When Grandpa Jing was around, he could tell that Jing Gensheng didn't have much talent, so he gave up after teaching him cooking for a few years and just let him learn to run a restaurant and take care of the accounts. He then waited until Jing Ziheng was born to teach Jing Ziheng again. Originally, Jing Ziheng was quite talented, so he could be taught and slowly inherited and honed. Even if his skills couldn't keep up for a while, it wouldn't have come to this. After all, this is a 70-year-old restaurant, and the reputation of three generations of the Jing family is there. Who knew that Jing Ziheng's father was not a good cook, and he only learned some messed up marketing methods to run a restaurant. He didn't dare to tinker with it when the old man was around, but he started to make drastic changes before the old man's body was cold, and the 70-year-old restaurant was ruined like this!" The man in the flowered shirt said indignantly.
Zhao Xiaojing nodded, vaguely feeling that the term "flowered shirt" was strange. After thinking for a while, she asked, "You heard this from your family, right?"
"Ah? Yes, what's the matter?"
"What's the matter? I can tell it's the swear words your second grandfather used! You're learning it, you smell like an old man!" The fat man complained bluntly.
"Hehe, it was my second grandfather who said that. I myself didn't know about his family's origins. I was so young then." The man in the flowered shirt touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.
"No wonder. It seems that your second grandfather really likes this restaurant." Zhao Xiaojing nodded.
"Let me tell you, the most outrageous thing is that their restaurant serves Jinling cuisine and originally didn't make Yangzhou fried rice at all!" said the fat man.
"Ah? Then why promote Yangzhou fried rice?"
"Because Jing Gensheng not only has no talent for cooking, but his management is also a mess, he does things all over the place!" The man in the flowered shirt answered quickly.
"Is this what Second Grandpa said again?" Zhao Xiaojing said.
"Yes, hehe."
"In fact, after the old man passed away, Jing Gensheng has always wanted to prove himself, but he doesn't know how to cook, so he had to make a big fuss about running the restaurant, hoping to prove himself by making money." The fat man turned his head and told Zhao Xiaojing the whole story.
"But he doesn't know how to run a business, and doesn't have any ideas. He has been following the trend in recent years. He does whatever others do to make money. First, he renovated the restaurant in a shabby way and turned it into an Internet celebrity restaurant. Then he asked the chefs in the restaurant to learn the Internet celebrity's styling and cooking methods. Many of the chefs left because of the anger. After they left, there were not enough chefs. He had no choice but to recruit chefs from outside who could make these new dishes. This move made the old customers go away because the taste was not right, and a large number of old customers left again. He kept going back and forth like this, only considering traffic and money, and not caring about anything else."
"I heard that this time the Yangzhou fried rice is imitating the one made by the internet celebrity, and it doesn't seem to be his original creation?" The man in the flowered shirt didn't know the details, so he stretched his neck and looked at his neck and asked.
"It's definitely not his own creation. He was just jealous of the popular Yangzhou fried rice on the Internet and forced Jing Ziheng to make the same one, even setting the same price as others! The tourists didn't know the details and saw his soft advertisements everywhere, so they thought it was novel and went there. Jing Ziheng is now a full-time performer of Yangzhou fried rice. I wonder how many of the dishes the old man taught him he still remembers?" said the fat man.
"Isn't this Yangzhou fried rice? The program crew also provides ready-made rice?" Zhao Xiaojing stared at the big screen while listening to the story.
On the big screen, Jing Ziheng hurriedly took the dish out of the pot in the last few seconds. From the camera, it really looked like a plate of fried rice.
"Yes, there is rice in the grain column, and there is overnight rice. This is definitely not Yangzhou fried rice. There is not even any broth, and there is only ten minutes. How can you make that?" The man in the flowered shirt said after looking closely at the big screen.
“It looks good. The frangipani is fried into shreds. It takes some skill to make it.” Zhao Xiaojing took a close-up look at the fried rice.
“There are some Yangzhou fried rice techniques in it, after all, it was taught by the old man.” said the fat man.
"So if his father opens a shop like this, would he be willing to do that? Isn't it said that he is a good cook and quite talented? He should have some aspirations, right?" After the first game ended, Zhao Xiaojing saw that Jing Ziheng had already walked out of the hall and asked hurriedly.
"What can he do if he doesn't want to? The restaurant is owned by his father, and he is just a blood relative and a cook." The man in the flowered shirt sighed.
"Hey, from what you said, it seems you can empathize with him. You were thinking about yourself, right?" The fat man joked after hearing what the man in the flowered shirt said.
"What else? Then tell me! If it were you, what would you do?"
"Me? Humph, he is stubborn and doesn't care about these things. He doesn't even care about the old man's legacy. He just wants to be a chef. I don't want that! At a time like this, I should start my own business. Even if it's a little difficult, I must resolutely leave and start my own business to revive the old man's reputation!"
"It's easy as you say, but do you think it's easy to betray your family? Don't..." The man in the flowered shirt stretched his neck to curse at Zhao Xiaojing, but stopped abruptly.
Zhao Xiaojing turned her head and saw that Jing Ziheng had already entered the hall. He glanced at the three people, or to be more precise, at the fat man and the man in the flowered shirt, and said nothing. He walked silently to the table a few rows behind them and sat down.
I don't know how much of the fat man's passionate speech just now was heard by him.
The fat man also shrank his neck, sat down obediently and said nothing.
The first game has ended, and more contestants have entered Hall 2 one after another. Their expressions are either happy, sad, or depressed. They sit together in groups and start discussing this game in a low voice.
The seat Zhao Xiaojing chose was in the middle. After the three of them sat down, no other contestant sat there. At this moment, listening to the increasing number of discussions in the hall, the fat man and the man in the flowered shirt both breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhao Xiaojing looked at the two of them with amusement. She had been full of righteous indignation just now, but now that she met the person who had said bad things about her, she felt guilty first.
The live broadcast on the screen has been transferred to the judges. After the competition time is over, there are too many dishes brought in at the same time. More than a dozen dishes have been placed in front of several judges. They are standing and tasting them one by one, and then fiddling with the remote controls in their hands to vote.