Chapter 321 Competition
"Call your kitchen staff and have them do it again according to what I said, and then we'll know if there's something wrong with what you did."
Chen Yimin crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the manager with raised eyebrows.
The old diners next door also often come here to eat and think that the food here is impeccable. The young man in front of him actually said that he could make it even more delicious.
I don’t know if he really has the ability or is just talking nonsense.
The old customers followed suit and said, "Let him try. If he's really that good, maybe he can help your restaurant take its business to the next level."
"That's right, he's so sure, there's no harm in letting him try."
The manager gritted his teeth and agreed.
The kitchen door opened.
The chefs were naturally aware of what had just happened, and looked at Chen Yimin with reluctance. They were all old chefs with more than ten years of experience, and the young man in front of them was only in his twenties. What did he know about cooking?
"Come on, give it a try." The old chef stabbed the kitchen knife on the chopping board, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at Chen Yimin, "What do you think is the best way to cook it?"
Steak is his specialty, and this is the first time someone said he burned it.
However, Chen Yimin does not know how to cook, and can only tell the quality of food based on his taste.
He said, “You do it first.”
The steaks are marinated in advance and only need to be fried, but even so, it is still a test of the chef's ability.
The old chef put a little butter in the pot and melted the butter over low heat. When the pot was 70% hot, he put the steak in and fry it slowly over low heat until golden brown on all sides. Then he turned the pan and put it on the plate.
A diner came forward and cut a small piece. It had a smooth texture and was a perfect steak. There was nothing to fault with it. The chef was worthy of being called an experienced chef.
Everyone praised the steak on the plate.
"This steak is impeccable. I think this guy lost."
"Young people nowadays are too impetuous, pretending to know what they don't. As expected of an old chef, I have been here for more than a year just for this taste."
"Not bad, not bad. This is my first time here and I have never ordered this steak. I will order one later and ask the chef to make it for me."
Chen Yimin ignored all the pessimism. He just asked the old chef to fry the steak according to the same time. The smell of steak came to his nose. When it tasted the best, Chen Yimin asked the old chef to turn it over and continue frying it.
When others saw this, they felt that the cooking skills were no different from those of the old chef.
The only possible difference was Chen Yimin's control of the oil temperature. Only the old chef could see that it was a problem of time control. With a skeptical mind, the steak was taken out of the pot.
Chen Yimin raised his head and said, "Try it."
Although he has never cooked, he has a good sense of taste!
Taste is a cheating tool. It is very important for a chef.
When an old customer picked up a piece, he felt it was completely different. The aroma of all the marinades burst out in his mouth, and the freshness of the beef melted in his mouth, giving him a completely different feeling.
It's amazing that a piece of steak can be cooked to this level.
"Great! I thought the old chef's cooking skills were already amazing, but I didn't expect this young man to have a new insight into steak!"
"Yes, the taste is indeed good. It is true that there is no harm without comparison . Compared with this, the one cooked by the chef is indeed a little burnt, and the taste is buried."
The manager smiled along, and some considerate old diners helped to resolve the situation.
"No wonder the chef lost. This guy's understanding of food is beyond the reach of ordinary people."
Chen Yimin was puzzled. That's right. Who could have a pig's sense of taste that could reach this level?
The old chef tasted Chen Yimin's steak and admitted defeat.
The manager also said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, it's true that the food in our restaurant is hard to eat. Please don't mind. We will waive the bill for you this time."
The waiter didn't expect that he would actually offend such a powerful character this time. Chen Yimin just glanced at him indifferently, and the waiter immediately lowered his head and dared not look at him.
Chen Yimin smiled and said, "No need. I will pay for all the dishes this time, including the broken table and plates. This way, people will not say that you have to come to a place like this when you can't afford it."
Chen Yimin's last sentence made the manager's face darken, but he didn't lose his temper in front of so many people.
When Chen Yimin paid the bill, the manager finally gave him a 30% discount and sent him away with a smile. After he left, the manager immediately called the waiter over.
"Anyone who works in the service industry knows that attitude is the most important thing. Our place is really small and there is no room for you. You'd better leave ." The manager waved his hand and settled his salary for this month.
The waiter had an ugly look on his face. He gritted his teeth and begged the manager to give him another chance. However, the manager didn't even look at him and directly asked the security guard to drive the man away.
Walking all the way to the end of the street, Chen Yimin found a signature restaurant, walked in casually, ordered a few dishes, and sat down to eat.
Some people were talking nearby.
"Hey, do you know? The eldest master of the Yao family is very ill and is about to die."
"Isn't it said that the Yao family's medical skills are very powerful? How come they can't cure our young master? What disease does this young master have?"
"Who knows? I heard he's had it for more than ten years. Every winter he hibernates and becomes thinner and thinner. Now he can't do it at all."
The people at the table next to them were all strong and healthy. They all looked very powerful, and their sitting postures were very proper. It was obvious that they were martial artists.
Chen Yimin looked away. This was the third time he had heard the name of the Yao family. If he had the chance, Chen Yimin really wanted to go and see what this medical family was like.
After finishing his meal, Chen Yimin randomly found a hotel to stay in.
Yaojia Medical Clinic.
A young man was nervously watching the doctor who was feeling his grandfather's pulse. When he saw the doctor withdraw his hand, he asked hurriedly, "Doctor, how is my grandfather's health? How can he be cured? Any price is fine, we can accept it."
"Well..." He sighed and shook his head.
The old man coughed and said, "It's okay, but you can say it. I can accept it. There's no need to say it behind my back."
"In my opinion, his body was overworked when he was young, and it's hard to cure now. We can't cure it, we can only delay it for a while. He may not live more than a year..."
"One year?!" The young man found it hard to accept, tears welling up in his eyes. "You bunch of quacks, how is it possible that my grandfather won't live more than one year!"
