Song Zixuan was also stunned, but soon he understood that since Lin Tiannan was unwilling to come forward, there was naturally a nominal boss here, probably his subordinate.

"It's nothing, just be able to come here. I hope to explain some things clearly so that I can't help working here." Song Zixuan said.

"Sure," Mr. Sun nodded and then looked at Zhou Peng, "Manager Zhou, come with the chef, let's have a meeting!"

"Oh, OK." Zhou Peng and Zheng Hui winked. The latter's reaction was almost the same as his, and he was still immersed in confusion.

Seeing the few people leaving, Sang Tianshuo said, "Master, who is that old man?"

"Boss, please."

"Boss? Oh... It turns out that Dashi Dai is his, he is quite rich."

As the two said, Luo Lili trotted over: "Hey, Chef Song, that's the boss?"

"Ah? It should be." Song Zixuan smiled.

"So... you know the boss, hahaha, it's so interesting," Luo Lili covered her mouth and smiled, "Those two guys are drinking with you all day long, but I don't know that the boss is so polite to you. It's like a movie."

"Movies? Not that exaggerated..."

Sang Tianshuo smiled and said, "Hehe, little beauty, you know that my master is amazing. We will be colleagues in the future. I will protect you. Who dares to bully you here tell me!"

"You? Do I use you to cover you? I just use it. Wouldn't it be better to just look for Chef Song?" Luo Lili gave him a blank look and said.

"That's different. Why not use a knives to kill chickens? I'll be enough if my master doesn't need to take action on your business!"

"Kill the chicken... the ox knife... this is so awkward," Luo Lili thought, then frowned and pouted, "Who do you think is the chicken!"

"Ah? I...I don't mean that, this is a metaphor..." Sang Tianshuo said nervously.

Song Zixuan smiled and shook his head: "Okay, go to work."

"Okay," Sang Tianshuo smiled and then glanced at Luo Lili, "Beauty, let's talk after get off work!"

Luo Lili almost vomited, made a dry retardation, and then walked back to the counter.

In the private room of the restaurant, Mr. Sun sat in the main seat, while Zhou Peng and Zheng Hui sat aside.

"What's going on today?" Mr. Sun said.

"Mr. Sun, this is true. We did not receive your notice, but Song Zixuan brought someone to say he wanted to go to work, and we definitely cannot agree." Zhou Peng said.

Zheng Hui nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, boss, we don't know either."

Mr. Sun glanced at him: "No matter what, I will officially notify you now that Song Zixuan is the chef I specially invited. He should treat him with special treatment. No matter the system of the restaurant or your habits, he cannot be restrained. Do you understand?"

"This..." I have to say that Zhou Peng's anger was almost overwhelmed. He has been unable to stand Song Zixuan these days. The people Song Zixuan brought this morning even scolded him. Now the boss wants to protect him with one word, which naturally makes him feel angry.

"I'm afraid this is not very consistent, right?" Zheng Hui smiled a little embarrassedly as he spoke. Obviously, when facing the boss, his arrogance disappeared.

"Isn't it suitable? I think you just need to do what I said. There is nothing suitable or not." After Mr. Sun said, he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he didn't plan to explain again.

Zhou Peng and Zheng Hui looked at each other, and the two were very tactful and did not argue anymore. After all, they were the boss, so they still had to listen to the restaurant. “Yes, Mr. Sun.”

"Okay, I'm done with it. Manager Zhou, go and do it first, well... the chef keeps it."

After Mr. Sun said that, Zheng Hui was stunned and immediately became nervous. After all, Zhou Peng knew Mr. Sun, but it was the first time he met this boss. This easily reminded people that the boss was going to take surgery on him...

Zhou Peng was also surprised, but he didn't dare to say anything. He just looked at Zheng Hui with sympathy, as if saying good luck to you, so he left.

Zhou Peng walked out to bring the door with him. When he heard the sound of closing the door, Zheng Hui's heart trembled: "Old, boss, I actually..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Sun raised his hand to stop him and said, "Zheng Hui, I used to be a chef at Jinyang, and last year I was a chef in Sichuan Xiang Mansion. I am good at Sichuan cuisine and Shandong cuisine."

"Boss, you are..." Zheng Hui said with a confused look on his face.

Mr. Sun nodded and smiled, "I'm not right?"

"Yes, this is the hotel I used to work for."

"Chief Zheng is also very experienced. In the catering industry, you are actually a senior. I just entered the industry."

After hearing this, Zheng Hui felt even more distressed. He said in a trembling voice: "Boss, don't make fun of me. What can I do wrong? I can correct it."

"Hahaha, why are you nervous? Of course I know that the core of building a restaurant is the kitchen. I just think we should strengthen contact and communicate more so that we can work better."

Mr. Sun said, raising his arm and looking at the watch on his wrist. It was obvious that he had a very strong sense of time.

"Boss, you are right. I will report any questions in the future." Although Zheng Hui has been in the world for decades, he is obviously much younger than Mr. Sun, so he speaks very carefully. After all, he has no idea what the other party really means.

"I plan to establish a straight line with you. If you have any questions, you can tell me directly. Do you understand what I mean?"

"What? You mean... let me be managed directly by you?"

Although he didn't know why, Zheng Hui understood that this was a good thing. He should be managed by Zhou Peng in the restaurant, but in this way, it was obviously different, which was equivalent to him on an equal footing with the restaurant manager.

"That's right, that's what it means, but... I have a special task for you, I hope you can help me with this." Mr. Sun said.

"Don't worry, don't say one, it's okay to have ten tasks!" Zheng Hui immediately expressed his loyalty.

Mr. Sun smiled and nodded slowly when he heard this.

...

It was almost noon, and some customers had already entered the restaurant, and the sound of cooking in the kitchen also sounded.

However, the atmosphere in the kitchen was very depressing at this moment. The boss's appearance and the chef being called away for a single chat all made the kitchen staff start to guess various results.

Song Zixuan also had another set of Emperor Fried Rice. After serving, he sat on the chair again.

Sang Tianshuo became the second idle person in the kitchen. His job was to stand next to Song Zixuan. When he was tired of standing, he went to the front hall to take a chair and took it over. Of course, Zhou Peng didn't dare to say anything when he saw him holding a chair. He was scolded in front of so many people, but he lost his lord.

As soon as the lunch rush arrived, Zhou Peng saw the old man who had booked yesterday coming in. He greeted Luo Lili and said, "Lili, go deal with that old man, he is here to get some Emperor fried rice."

"Why don't you go?" Luo Lili gave him a blank look and said.

"It's useless. I thought he was a person, Hong Yuansen... I haven't heard of it, nor have I heard of the company name."

Luo Lili shrugged and sneered, then walked out of the counter.

She brought Hong Yuansen to the seat and said, "Mr. Hong, are you here to have some Emperor fried rice?"

Hong Yuansen smiled and nodded: "That's right, give me an imperial fried rice. By the way, little girl, do you know my surname is Hong?"

"Haha, I've seen your business card."

"So that's the case," Hong Yuansen immediately looked at the guests around him and smiled, "It seems that there are not so many people ordering Emperor fried rice today."

"Yes, but lunch time has just begun, and we have just joined the guests. You can wait and come soon."

Hong Yuansen shook his head and smiled, thinking, it seems that yesterday was very likely to be the support of his own people as I thought, Emperor fried rice... How could it be... I was thinking too much about it.

"Haha, I'm still so naive when I'm old, how could I believe these gimmicks?"

In the kitchen, Song Zixuan was cooking fried rice. Zheng Hui walked in. No one dared to speak. After all, they didn't know what the boss and Zheng Hui had just talked about.

Zheng Hui walked straight towards Song Zixuan and said, "Song Zixuan, is there fried rice again?"

Song Zixuan looked at him sideways: "Yes."

"Haha, it seems that this fried rice is really unique. You can be busy first, let's talk to you later!"

As soon as Zheng Hui said this, everyone present was stunned. This is... The chef Zheng Hui? He didn't like him from anywhere. What this means is to bow his head to Song Zixuan? It's incredible!

Song Zixuan was also surprised. It would be fine if Zheng Hui didn't pour cold water on himself and made sarcastic remarks, but he actually said so? And... two brothers?

Soon, the fried rice was served on the plate, and Sang Tianshuo took it to the dish.

Zheng Hui directly handed Song Zixuan a bottle of ice drink and said, "The kitchen is hot, if you go away, it's also considered that my big brother will compensate you, haha."

Song Zixuan was stunned for a few seconds, but still took the drink: "Thank you, I didn't take it to my heart."

"Haha, that's good. I knew that brother Zixuan is a man and wouldn't be serious with me," Zheng Hui patted Song Zixuan on the shoulder, "Hey, it's also the wrong person who is my brother. In fact, the team has a newcomer, I should take care of you. As a result...haha, it's so childish."

"Chief Chef, you are so serious. Everyone has just met you. It is normal for some friction. I am young and there are some wrong things. We have tolerate each other."

Hearing this, Zheng Hui nodded and clasped his fists and said, "Okay, brother, since you said that, I won't say much about being a brother. Let's do this kitchen together in the future. The current form of Emperor Fried Rice is also going to lead a wave of trends. I will fully support what you need."

Li Tao leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Hui, what's going on? Didn't you say... this signature dish is just a vase? Our other dishes are the main force."

"Hahaha, what do you know? Signature dishes may not be the highest sales, but they are an attractive place for a restaurant. Without the signs, how can other dishes have sales? And in terms of the price of a single bottle, Emperor Fried Rice is definitely the most profitable sales champion in the past two days."

Li Tao and others were really stupid. Zheng Hui actually spoke with the leader Song Zixuan. It seems that the boss gave him a good education just now...

At this time, the fried rice in the front hall had been brought to Hong Yuansen. His expression was extremely surprised. In fact, he was already shocked when the taste of the fried rice came.

Looking at the plain fried rice in front of him, he couldn't help but take a breath, picked up the spoon and tasted it, and then immediately raised his head: "Waiter, I want to see your chef!"
Chapter completed!