In the kitchen, I was still busy, the sound of stove fire, range hood, and the sound of stir-frying spoon knocking on the wok kept ringing.

Zhou Peng approached Song Zixuan and said, "Song Zixuan, I was embarrassed just now. I lost my temper with you before I figured out the matter."

Faced with Zhou Peng's proactive apology, Song Zixuan was surprised. Although this guy looked and moved a little soft, he could tell that he was very arrogant in his bones. He actually took the initiative to lower his head to apologize... It was incredible.

"It's okay, I didn't take it to my heart." Song Zixuan leaned against the wall and looked up at Zhou Peng.

"Haha, that's good. Look, now the customer has asked a question. Should you make another one?" Zhou Peng smiled apologetically, but he cursed Song Zixuan in his heart. Zheng Hui was still respectful when he talked to him, but this guy didn't know how to stand up when he saw him, the manager...

"Okay, but I don't have kitchen utensils." Song Zixuan said.

In fact, he didn't deliberately not do it, even now he didn't plan to see how Zheng Hui and the others ended. After all, his work task was only imperial fried rice, but the problem now is... he doesn't have any kitchen utensils.

Compared to other people's stoves, only his dedicated stoves are empty.

Song Zixuan said, Zheng Hui happened to come in, Zhou Peng turned around and said, "Old Zheng, what's wrong with you? I understand the rules of kitchen utensils, but you have to leave a set for each stove, right?"

"This... Manager, this kid is too crazy. I also want to educate him. Didn't we discuss that day? So..."

"I'm just talking about it. I'll tell you Lao Zheng, I'll give you three minutes to let Song Zixuan put all the kitchen utensils and seasonings on the stove, which will delay serving the dishes. I can't protect you in this matter!"

After Zhou Peng finished speaking, he walked out of the kitchen, obviously not leaving any room for Zheng Hui. As for Zheng Hui, he could only do so. It was the most embarrassing thing for him now.

There were many people in the back kitchen. Under Zheng Hui's instructions, Song Zixuan's stove was set up in more than a minute, including a wok, a stir-frying spoon, a knife and various seasonings.

When he walked to the stove, Song Zixuan could almost feel his heartbeat. After all, this was the first time he stood in front of the stove in such a large kitchen. Compared to the stove in Chunxiangcai Restaurant, the stove in Chunxiang Restaurant was more like a toy...

The first fried rice to be released in the true sense, Song Zixuan's mouth slightly curled up, and his career as a chef began today!

Song Zixuan held the wok and smiled knowingly. Although he did not have his own exclusive kitchen utensils like those chefs, at least this was his first wok, which he could not say in his hand.

On the side, Zheng Hui, Li Tao and others were watching him, as if they were waiting for a performance. Many chefs even ran over after finishing their work. Their seriousness was not inferior to when they watched Zheng Hui make seafood fried rice just now.

Li Tao whispered, "Boss, even the customers you made a fuss, then this kid will be even more out of the way. Will the customers deliberately find fault?"

"Hmph, today I want to open my eyes what is the real emperor fried rice."

In front of everyone, the stove was turned on and Song Zixuan began his own steps.

The so-called steps of Emperor Fried Rice are almost the same as ordinary fried rice, including fried eggs, fried rice, and then stir-fried eggs and seasonings. In Zheng Hui's eyes, these processes are just pediatrics.

"Fuck, I thought it was something, fried rice?" Li Tao sneered.

Zheng Hui also chuckled, "It's so awesome. It seems that there is a show today. If this fried rice is served, it would be strange if nothing happens!"

He was secretly grateful that Song Zixuan obviously took the blame. It seemed that he had passed this level, but Song Zixuan... Haha, there is so much danger.

Although the exhaust fans are on, the taste of the finished dishes in the kitchen has long been mixed together. In addition, the range hood in front of Song Zixuan is being turned on so strongly that the fragrance of Jinyu fried rice has not been discovered.

Soon, the fried rice was out of the pot and a portion of fried rice that looked uncharacteristically unfamiliar was served on a plate.

Song Zixuan was about to serve the plate, but Zheng Hui smiled and said, "Boy, is this emperor's fried rice? Haha, I really know this today."

Song Zixuan looked at Zheng Hui, smiled slightly, and walked towards Chuancaikou without saying anything.

In theory, the chef doesn't have to serve the dishes after cooking, and there will be specialists in serving dishes. However, Song Zixuan naturally does not have this treatment, and he understands it, so he took it over.

Li Tao smiled and said, "Boss, is this kid sick? How could the boss set up such a position?"

"I don't know, who knows, this is his restaurant, it feels messy." Zheng Hui frowned slightly.

In the hall, watching the waiter bringing the fried rice out, Zhou Peng hurried forward and said, "What's this?"

The waiter looked at the list and said, "It's the imperial fried rice for the guests on the No. 19 table."

"What? Emperor fried rice?" Zhou Peng's eyes almost fell out. If Zheng Hui's seafood fried rice is not qualified, then this fried rice is simply garbage. What is the difference between this and the egg fried rice that costs eight yuan per serving on the street?

"This...it's what the order is written." The waiter said with some embarrassment.

Zhou Peng smiled secretly and said, "Okay, bring it up."

This time, Zhou Peng did not serve the beauty in person, but watched from a distance. He decided to watch the scene in an audience manner. Song Zixuan, since you made such a fried rice, don’t blame me for being rude.

Although he is not the boss, Zhou Peng directly manages the restaurant and reports everything here to the boss. Such a fried rice... I believe the boss will open Song Zixuan no matter what.

As the waiter brought the dishes, some diners couldn't help but look up, but they didn't look at the fried rice, but seemed to be looking for something.

"What's the smell, so fragrant?"

"Wow, it smells so good, do you smell it?"

"Yes, yes, I smelled it, what kind of dish is this?"

Some diners even stood up to find the source of the fragrance, but they would never have thought that the aroma came from a plate of fried rice on the tray in the waiter's hand, and it was a plain fried rice with eggs...

When the fried rice was served on the table, the beauty's expression suddenly changed. You know, even the fried rice made from expensive seafood in n did not move her, but at this moment, her mood obviously fluctuated.

When the fragrance came just now, the beauty also smelled it. At that moment, she had already thought about what dish it tasted, but when the fried rice was served, she immediately understood that this was the Emperor's fried rice.

"Is this the emperor's fried rice?" asked the beauty.

The waiter subconsciously took a half-step back, afraid that the customers would be angry. After all, she also saw this fried rice from the menu. This fried rice costs 899 yuan. To be honest, anyone who sees this fried rice and contacts the price will think of a word, black shop!

“Yes, yes.”

The beauty nodded, "Okay, please wait a moment before leaving."

Hearing this, the waiter felt even more guilty. After all, she was just a waiter and could not bear any responsibility. She subconsciously glanced at Zhou Peng, but the latter did not respond to her, so she could only stand here and wait.

The beauty gently picked up the spoon and took a bite. She couldn't help but smile and slowly shook her head, looking very enjoyable.

It has to be said that the pace of life in today's society is getting faster and faster. It is difficult for people to really enjoy anything for their livelihood. Even if they enjoy it well, it is difficult for people to devote themselves to it.

But at this moment, the beauty's expression was completely immersed in the food, and her already perfect face showed a feeling of intoxication.

Seeing the beauty's changes, the waiter finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he would not be scolded at least.

The next scene made the waiter stunned. The beauty who looked less than 20 years old was extraordinary and dignified just now, but at this moment she started eating in big mouthfuls, putting spoonfuls into her mouth, completely ignoring the image of the beauty.

Looking at the golden fried rice in the spoon put into my mouth, then the lips with the light lipstick swayed as I chewed, and the oil of the fried rice was touching the lips. The whole process was so tempting. A portion of fried rice made the beauty feel like the delicious food in the world!

The waiter felt a little hungry when she saw the picture. She secretly decided that she would buy a fried rice after work later!

The beauty picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth. She obviously couldn't eat anymore. There was less than one-third of the left on the plate. With her appetite, she should have reached her limit.

"Sorry, I'm too involved in the food just now, and I've been waiting for you for a long time," the beauty's words were very decent, which obviously made the waiter feel no resentful. "Can you please call the chef of this fried rice?"

"Oh, OK."

Finally letting himself go, the waiter quickly left and told Zhou Peng.

"What? Want to meet the chef? Haha, okay, I'm just waiting for her to say that."

Zhou Peng was far away just now, so he naturally couldn't smell the aroma of fried rice, nor did he notice the state of the beautiful woman when she was eating fried rice. He only started to eat when she was hungry.

"Cheer Song, come on."

When everyone saw Zhou Peng's words, Zheng Hui became even more excited and thought to himself, haha, something happened? This kid is over!

"Call me?" Song Zixuan leaned on the back of the chair and said.

"Haha, of course, the guests of the fried rice you made were so satisfied that they wanted to meet you."

After saying this, many people laughed secretly, and almost everyone could hear the meaning of the words being slandered. Obviously, Song Zixuan was going to be scolded by the guests.

This is not uncommon. If you ask someone to eat an ordinary fried rice with eggs for 899 yuan, isn’t this a trick?

"Oh." Song Zixuan's expression still had no fluctuations. He stood up and walked towards the front hall. Zhou Peng smiled and gave a look with Zheng Hui, and the latter also showed a sinister smile.

Zhou Peng asked Song Zixuan to wait a moment in the front hall and walked to the dining table where the beauty was.

"Big beauty, what's wrong to make you dissatisfied with the chef?"

"Nothing, I just want to know what kind of chef can make such fried rice." said the beauty, and her expression returned to normal at this time.

"Haha, I am the manager. If you have anything, you can tell me, or... If you are not satisfied, I can deal with that chef." Zhou Peng smiled.

"Treat?" asked the beauty.

"Yes, our service purpose is to make the guests have a pleasant meal. If it is not pleasant, I will definitely not be lenient, especially for a beautiful woman like you, I can drive him." As he said that, he approached the beauty and waved to Song Zixuan in the distance.

Seeing Zhou Peng's gesture, Song Zixuan walked over and said, "Who is looking for me?"

"It's you?" The beauty looked up at Song Zixuan for a moment, looking surprised...
Chapter completed!