Chapter 388 Chef Nanzhi!
Of course, it’s not that Wang Yong is so honest and noble.
But he knows better -
Even if he can confuse right and wrong, he is not the only person here who has eaten Mapo tofu.
If nothing else, Song Lin would definitely be the first to stand up and slap him in the face!
The camera was still filming, and Wang Yong could not do anything to quarrel with Song Lin no matter what.
What else can we do? Of course I admit defeat.
"I, I admit that Xiaonan, your level is sufficient..."
Wang Yong spoke reluctantly.
Seeing that he wanted to say something else, but.
Song Lin spoke first:
"Then it's over? Our Yongnian Building has always been a place for those who can do it. Master Nan's level, let alone being a chef, is not enough for him to be in my position." More than enough!”
None of the disciples and grandsons who had always admired and defended Song Lin spoke up to refute.
Wang Yong forced out a smile:
"Well, of course that won't work. The executive chef still needs kitchen management experience. Xiaonan is still too young."
The one who can live there?
I don’t even know what year the Yongnian Building is in the old almanac.
How can a stubborn old man like Master Song still stick to such ridiculous rules!
Wang Yong is disdainful.
Song Lin was not used to him and glanced over:
"Manager Wang still calls Xiaonan? It's time to change your name."
Wang Yong felt like a lump in his throat.
Finally, I found a reason to run away quickly.
On the other hand, on the barrage in the live broadcast room, titles such as "Master Nan", "Chef Nan", "Master Nan" are floating all over the screen, mixed with all kinds of rainbow farts.
After Wang Yong leaves, the most powerful person present will undoubtedly be Song Lin.
He looked around and asked solemnly:
"What about you? Do you have any objections to Master Nan's appointment as chef?"
"No."
Everyone is here. Said succinctly.
Nanzhi looked over.
She has a vicious eye, and it is not difficult to see that -
Not everyone really believes in her.
Even if her skills are recognized, she will be treated differently because of her age, status and even her weight.
But what does that have to do with anything?
There are many people who can't stand her and can't kill her.
In the end, why not admit her existence obediently and let this kitchen carve a place for her?
"Thank you all, please take care of me in the future."
Wang Yong is not here, so Nanzhi hides his edge slightly and faces everyone with a cordial attitude.
After thinking about it, she added:
"If you have any questions, as long as I can answer them, you can come to me."
Nanzhi originally said it casually.
As a result, the young chefs in the kitchen immediately surrounded her.
An overwhelming number of questions came one after another -
"Master Nan, how do you make this Mapo Tofu? Why do I follow the same steps, but the taste is completely different?"< br>
"Master Nan, are you a genius? At what age did you start learning to cook? How long did it take you to practice knife skills? Do you have a family background?"
"Master Nan, are you best at Sichuan cuisine? I heard that you can make Wang Sichuan pictures? Do we have a chance to see it?"
"Master Nan, can you sign your name for me?"
"Master Nan..."
"..."
There are also some older chefs standing slightly behind, unlike those young people Still crowded at the front, I can only nod in agreement when others ask questions I think about.
If no one mentioned his doubts, he would be so anxious that he hesitated to speak. He wanted to come forward several times, but was unable to do so because of his face.
When pulling back and forth, the expressions on his face are simply wonderful!
... Such enthusiasm made Nazhi a little unable to resist.
For those who didn’t know, they thought it was some sort of fan meeting.
In the end, Nanyi jumped out. He had a stern face, and his face was so serious that it turned black:
"Quiet! Take your time one by one! Don't squeeze my mother!"
He is small, not as tall as the waist of some chefs.
The momentum is very strong.
The posture of protecting mother is even more majestic!
The crowded group of young chefs subconsciously settled down.
The out-of-control atmosphere returns to order.
Then someone asked in a low voice:
"Master Xiaonan, how should we ask your mother?"
Nanyi was first surprised by the title of Master Xiaonan. Down.
But when I think about it in a flash, I feel happy and useful.
"Uh-huh."
He raised his chin arrogantly, and could hardly hide the smile in his eyes,
"Tell me first, I Write it down for you.”
Everyone exclaimed:
"Can you remember? It's impossible."
Nanyi crossed her arms and imitated her mother's posture:
"Of course I can!"
He said , and also demonstrated the unique skill of "never forgetting".
Young Chefs: Wow! ! !
It turns out that the real genius is Master Xiaonan!
Surrounded by adoring gazes, Nan Yi became more and more proud, and her little head couldn't help but dangle.
Nanzhi’s eyes were so full of smiles that they were about to overflow!
The live broadcast room was almost laughing to death:
[Hahahahaha! 】
【What's going on! How about your aloofness at the beginning? 】
【What is PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds! What does a comeback mean? 】
【What the hell is Master Xiaonan, hahaha! 】
【Mom’s right-hand assistant! 】
【It can be seen that Nan Yi really likes this title. The first person to shout is Miaoah! 】
[To be honest, I am also very curious, can Master Xiao Nan and Master Nan hold a question and answer class together? 】
【Raise your hand! Teacher Xiaonan! Look at me, look at me! 】
......
Separated by a wall, Wang Yong in the corridor was very unhappy!
Hearing the cheers and laughter coming from the kitchen after he left, he was so angry that he almost had high blood pressure.
Covering his chest, Wang Yong hurried to the office to find antihypertensive medicine.
As soon as I entered the office, there was a phone call.
Although there is a camera in Wang Yong's office, it will not be turned on unless the guests come in. This has been written in the contract by the program team.
So, Wang Yong was too lazy to pretend, his face was gloomy enough to drip, and he picked up the phone without looking, with an impatient tone:
"Hello? Who is it?"
He was almost bored to death. Who could call him now if he didn't have any eyesight?
The other party's deep and aged voice slowly sounded, extremely familiar:
"It's me, Wang De."
Wang Yong's mind was still stuck, thinking to himself Who is Wonder.
Wait for him to react...
"Wang, Wang Director!"
Yongnianlou established a catering company, and the earliest leader was the old man Wang Yongnian.
Now that Wang Yongnian is over ninety years old and has been lying in bed for a long time, the position of chairman naturally falls on Wang Yongnian's only son, Wang De.
Calculating their seniority, Wang Yong is Wang De’s nephew, so the two should have a close relationship.
But after receiving a call from Wang De, Wang Yong would only be trembling with fear.
The fear almost penetrates deep into the bones.
Wang Yong's waist quickly pressed down:
"Excuse me, Director Wang, what can I do for you?"
Wang De was too lazy to talk nonsense and went straight to the point:
"What happened to that variety show you recorded? Who is that Nanzhi?"