Chapter 723 The invitation letter is sent
Qiu Fu needs to adapt to the kitchen of Tai Feng Building and get used to the other employees for a few days before officially starting work. However, Sun Maocai and Sun Jikai do not have this problem at all.
Sun Jikai can be regarded as an old employee of Tai Feng Building. Except for the new ones who were hired on New Year's Day, he is very familiar with everyone and can start work just by saying hello. The person in charge of the water table and cutting piers even knows what kind of ingredients he likes to use.
Sun Maocai is the head chef and a master of Cantonese cuisine. Only others cooperate with him, and there is no reason for him to cooperate with others.
Fang Mei and Wang Xiulian discussed for a long time yesterday and decided to set the midsummer banquet on August 6, which is four days later. Fang Mei feels that the midsummer banquet is not only an introduction to Tai Fung House’s new dishes but also an opportunity to showcase the skills of Tai Fung House’s two new Cantonese chefs. It should be sooner rather than later. Four days is enough time to send out invitations and prepare.
The list of invitations has been drawn up a long time ago. Yesterday's phone call confirmed that the invited guests were available. After deleting the number of guests, there were 50 people in total. There were not countless media invited like the previous opening, and they were all diners. There are regular diners from Tai Fung House, loyal diners from the top-floor restaurant, and a few randomly selected ordinary diners who have dined at the restaurant before, written reviews, and left their phone numbers. This kind of top-notch banquet destined to be high-priced is like the chef's set menu in a top-floor restaurant. Advertising in the media is of little use. The praise and word-of-mouth from diners are the most useful. After all, there are only so many people who can afford it. Building a reputation is more important than anything else.
Ji Yue and Fang Mei went to send out invitations early in the morning, and they all sent them by courier, whether local or out of town. If it's shipped from other places, it's expected to arrive the next day, and if it's shipped in the same city in the morning, it's expected to arrive in the afternoon.
The midsummer banquet was approaching, but Jiang Feng was thinking about other things.
He was thinking about how to get Ouyang Yang over and let him have a meal of eight-treasure chestnut pigeon.
Ouyang Yang was originally invited to the Midsummer Banquet, but when Fang Mei called to invite him yesterday, he declined because he had a very important contract to negotiate on August 6 and really didn't have time to fly from the south. come over. Jiang Feng believed this. Although Ouyang Yang had not been to Tai Feng Tower for a while, he would not refuse an invitation to such a banquet. In fact, no diners would refuse an invitation to a midsummer banquet unless something really happened.
Ji Yue told Jiang Feng that the person on the phone even cheered and screamed when she called to inform a randomly selected lucky person yesterday. There is no free lunch in the world, but few people can refuse a free and delicious lunch—unless they really don’t like to eat.
Even during lunch, Jiang Feng was thinking about how to get Ouyang Yang over and let him have a meal of eight-treasure chestnut pigeon.
Jiang Feng absent-mindedly ate the stir-fried shrimps on the plate, while muttering in his heart. He muttered loudly, and was heard by Sun Jikai, who was sitting opposite him.
"Ouyang Yang?" Sun Jikai heard the key word.
"You know him too?" Jiang Feng was surprised.
"Of course I know him. He is an old customer of our Jubaolou. I often met him in the store when my grandfather and I were learning cooking when I was a child. What's wrong?" Even though Jubaolou has basically nothing to do with Sun Jikai, he is still used to it. Talk about our Jubao Tower.
"It's nothing. It's just that the room manager called yesterday to invite him to a summer banquet. He declined because of something on the 6th. He muttered a few words when he remembered it." Jiang Feng said.
"This is normal. His family's business is in the south, so he can't be free all the time." Sun Jikai didn't take it to heart, glanced at Qiu Fu who was happily eating, and asked in a low voice, "Master Qiu just said you wanted to Is it true to teach him how to thicken Babao Lixiangge?”
"Of course it's true. If you and Master Qiu learn how to thicken Babao Chestnut Pigeon, I won't have to cook this dish." Jiang Feng said, "My mother can make more reservations. Master Qiu's cooking will definitely be better than I made it delicious.”
Although he has long been accustomed to the Jiang family's style of not hiding anything, Sun Jikai is still a little uncomfortable: "Don't worry...after all, Babao Lixiangge still has a unique skill, and only you know it."
"You can do it too," Jiang Feng said.
"I don't know how yet." Sun Jikai said.
"You'll have to learn it sooner or later." Jiang Feng took a mouthful of rice and didn't care.
Sun Jikai sighed and sighed: "If my grandfather had thought like you, Jubao Tower would not be like this."
Jiang Feng:?
Why did Sun Jikai suddenly seem to have aged forty years?
After dinner, Jiang Feng rested for a while and chatted with Ji Yue about whether there were any recent dramas worth watching. When he learned that the recent dramas were all unfinished, he stopped watching dramas and went into the kitchen to practice Wan Fu Pork.
He tried it in the morning, and it was possible to cut small pieces of meat, but it was difficult. He had to be extra careful when cutting. If he went a little off, he would fail. No wonder Cao Guixiang spent nearly an hour cutting four pieces of meat. Jiang Feng lay in bed and thought for a long time last night. He felt that if he couldn't save too much on the seasonings and the buff effect wasn't strong, he should put more effort into his knife skills. If he cut it perfectly when cutting, the final product would definitely be good.
Sun Maocai has completely adapted to the daily life of a chef. After lunch, he and the two old men went to the teahouse to drink tea. He was extremely skilled.
Qiu Fu was more cautious on his first day at work. When he saw Jiang Feng going into the kitchen to practice dishes after finishing his meal, he followed him into the kitchen to practice. The same was true for Sun Jikai, who worked overtime for free to debone whole squabs.
The only thing that surprised Jiang Feng was that Wu Minqi was also in the kitchen, outflanking him.
It's August now, the height of summer. Walking outside for a few dozen minutes without a sun umbrella in the middle of the day can make you feel like you've been peeled off by the sun. If the temperature is high and you don't turn on the air conditioner or the fan, you may even be overheated to death. Although the kitchen has a super-powerful fan, it still cannot change the fact that it is a stove.
Wu Minqi is a little afraid of the heat. She often stays in the kitchen to practice with Jiang Feng in spring, winter and autumn, but rarely in summer. She usually finds a cafe with Ji Yue to sit with the air conditioner on, or simply goes to a private room upstairs to turn on the air conditioner. When sleeping on the stomach, Wu Minqi has two pillows in her locker.
"Qiqi, it's too hot in the kitchen. Don't stay here. If you want to outflank us, I'll do it at home with you at night."
After Jiang Feng finished cutting the two pieces of meat, he found that Wu Minqi was still trying to catch half of the meat. He would probably need to eat so much for a week.
Wu Minqi shook her head: "No, I want to practice red oil hand copying recently. I will practice more starting from the outflanking hand."
"Why do you suddenly want to practice copying hands?" Jiang Feng was a little puzzled. This copying hand is considered a staple food, and Wu Minqi's training range is so great that she is almost catching up with him.
"Last night when I was on the phone with my mother, I mentioned the red oil hand that was served for breakfast downstairs when I was a kid, and I suddenly wanted to practice it." Wu Minqi smiled, "By the way, Fengfeng, during this period we may all have to eat red oil in the morning. Chaoshou, do you mind?”
"I don't mind, I don't mind." Jiang Feng said quickly, "I like whatever you eat."
Opposite Wu Minqi, Sun Jikai was deboning a squab:...
Can you please consider the single people when you speak? As for overtime work, wouldn’t it be good to provide employees with a harmonious and friendly overtime environment?
(End of chapter)