Chapter 41

"Manager Xie, I'm Shen Qing. Yesterday your young master asked me to come to the chef today." Shen Qing doesn't have a good impression on manager Xie, but she doesn't smile. Today, manager Xie is so polite, so Shen Qing politely answers.

Shopkeeper Xie suddenly realized that this is the girl who had been waiting at the door all morning. How could it be different from yesterday? If you look at it carefully, the pretty face is the same as it was yesterday. Its bright eyes and black eyes are like the mysterious night sky, which makes people dizzy. Its long eyelashes are like playful butterflies flapping its wings. It's just that the dress and hairstyle are different from yesterday's, light green jacket, ivory white skirt with broken flowers, high ponytail on the head, without any decoration and decoration, but it gives people a fresh and elegant feeling, like a green lotus standing in the late autumn of the flowers.

"It's Miss Shen. I'm sorry for Xie's dim eyes. I didn't recognize her. Please come in. Please come in." Shopkeeper Xie greets each other with a smile, and extends his arm to the inside at the same time, making a gesture of coming in.

Yesterday has come, Shen Qing can remember the route, did not go upstairs, went directly to the kitchen. She hasn't decided what new dishes to make today. Go to the kitchen first and make a decision according to the materials.

Into the kitchen, or those aunts and uncles, we see her eyes have curiosity, surprise, disdain, but also good intentions. Shen Qing guessed that these people among them either didn't recognize themselves and expressed curiosity, or they would be surprised or disdained if they recognized themselves. Of course, some of them were kind.

The kitchen manager is a middle-aged uncle. He is friendly and friendly. Seeing Shen Qing come in, he says with a smile, "Miss Shen is coming. My boss has told me. Let me learn from you. I won't have to deduct my salary."

Shen Qing smiles a little. This uncle speaks very tactfully. The implication is that he should not hide his privacy and must teach him.

"Uncle, can you let me know what dishes you usually have here?" Shen Qing wants to have a look at the menu here first. Since she wants to make it, she certainly wants to make one that is not available here.

"At that time, of course, I had a Hakka menu. All the Hakkas in Dashun have the same single dish, but occasionally there are not enough ingredients to make it. " After the manager finished, he took out a few neatly folded pieces of paper, on which the vigorous and powerful small regular script appeared on the paper. It was easy to see that the writer was resolute.

Shen Qing took the menu and looked at the words carefully. The first thing she thought of was the handsome Zhao xuanzhi with sword eyebrows. Seeing the words was like seeing people. It's wrong to think about it. How can that insolent guy write the menu? It's also manager Xie or the uncle in front of him.

Looking up at this uncle, he has a broad face with a soft expression, a big body, a bulging beer belly, thick and rough hands. He doesn't look like someone who can write this word. Think about the shopkeeper Xie, fat figure, flattering with a flattering smile, not like the owner of this handsome word.

"This menu is from your boss?" All Shen Qing can think of is mo Huan. Think about that guy, with a smiley face, a pair of no serious fox like, not like the person who can write this kind of word.

"Exactly. The boss asked manager Xie to send this to you early this morning and let me give it to you." Said the steward.

That's the guy. Shen Qing finds that this young man, who is not much older than her actual age, is very meticulous in handling things. She knows how to prepare a menu for herself, so as not to repeat it. She also gives herself a sense of the dishes in their restaurant.

Shen Qing looked down and carefully looked at the menu again. From birds to animals, there are basically all kinds of things that can be eaten here. No wonder stone once said that there are no dishes here, and he has no new recipes.

After careful consideration of these menus, I found that one of the problems is that the ingredients are rare, but the methods are very common. They are either steamed or fried, but the dish names are very unique.

It's enough to know that. Shen Qing put away the menu, went to the ingredients section, swept the ingredients on the table one by one, looking for something she could use for innovation.

An aunt was standing in a corner of the kitchen, chopping chickens on a big chopping board. A plucked chicken was put in a big basket. The aunt took out the chicken, cut off the head and tail, and cut off the part below the knee joint. As soon as the kitchen knife is pushed, these useless things are pushed into another big basket, in which there are many chicken heads, tails and feet. The rest of the chicken is then thrown into a big basket, waiting for the chef to cook it.

"Auntie, what do you do with the things in this basket?" Shen Qing pointed to the basket of things that had been cut into a mess.

"We don't use these leftovers in restaurants. We end up feeding them to pigs." The aunt didn't look at Shen Qing. She thought that this little girl who didn't grow up could have any skills. She didn't even know the leftovers. She was treated so politely by the owner, the shopkeeper and the manager.

Feeding pigs? Well, it seems that the food in the old society is really exquisite. These things can become delicious food every minute in one's previous life.

Shen Qing went back to his uncle and said softly, "let's start."

The steward looks at Shen Qing's calm appearance. It seems that she knows something. After reading her own menu, I can come up with a new recipe so quickly. This girl is not easy. I'll see if she can really make something new in a moment.Waved back the other people in the kitchen, the steward stood aside quietly, waiting for Shen Qing's exhibition. Shen Qing thought to herself, it seems that even if she is learning Daocai, not everyone can learn it. After all, it is an exclusive monopoly that people spend money on.

Shen Qing went to the position of the chicken chopper and picked out the chicken feet with leg bones from the leftover material basket nearby. The ones that looked rather fat were left. She cut off the leg bones with a knife and left only the sole of the foot. Hefty hefty, almost a catty weight, they took to the edge of the basin to start cleaning.

The housekeeper stood aside and was stunned. What does the girl want to do? How did you get these leftovers back? Is it because poor people can't afford chicken, so they have to pick up some claws and go back to the restaurant to eat? What a shame!

Let's wait and see what happens. Anyway, this girl is invited by her master. She will learn what she makes.

See Shen Qing wash clean chicken feet, white sharp chicken feet see in charge of the heart of a strong hair, this thing can eat? If you make these things for the owner, will the owner chop him directly?

Shen Qing turns her eyes to the uncle in charge. Knowing his difference and incomprehension, she also sees the contempt in his eyes.