Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

Chapter 417 Your Second Generation Ancestor Circle

"My name is Zhao Xiaojing. I don't work in a restaurant, so I opened a small restaurant. What about you?"

"No wonder we like each other so well, it turns out we are from the same family! My name is Zhao Duo, do you know Yue Xin Shun Restaurant? I'm there now, but only temporarily. My family dislikes me and sent me there to work! Where is your restaurant?"

This is really a very familiar person. Zhao Xiaojing laughed again. "It's in Jiangcheng, Hubei Province, very close to here. Yue Xinshun is in Guangdong Province? They make Cantonese food?"

"Yes, yes! I know Jiangcheng, it's next door. I'll go to your place for a meal after the competition!" The fat on Zhao Duo's face swayed as he walked, and he was still thinking about eating. Zhao Xiaojing silently compared his figure with Wu Kaile and found that Wu Kaile was only strong compared to him.

"Okay, the train tickets are not included, but the meals are provided."

"With his physique, you're probably the first person who has the courage to say that you'll be fed! What kind of dish did you cook, sister? You can actually finish it at the same time as Fatty Zhao. Which restaurant is it from?"

As the two were chatting, a man in a floral shirt walked up quickly from behind and put his hand on Zhao Duo's shoulder with a joking look on his face.

"Go to hell! You're so slow and yet you have the nerve to ask others? Others run their own shops, unlike you, a second-generation rich man who works at Erdaye Restaurant!" Zhao Duo grabbed the man in flowered shirt's arm and jumped to the other side of Zhao Xiaojing in two or three steps, keeping a distance from him.

"Hey, so what? You can't even be a second-generation rich kid, so you're jealous, right? Count for yourself, how long have you been kicked out?"

"That's called self-reliance. I learned from the best of all schools! What's there to be proud of being a second-generation rich? The fact that I finished one minute earlier than you is proof that I'm a good learner! Please come to my family."

"Beautiful lady please."

The two men walked to the door of Hall No. 2 while they were bickering. The fat man and the man in the flowered shirt tacitly opened the door halfway and made a gesture of invitation to Zhao Xiaojing with a very funny look.

"Then thank you, both goal gods." Zhao Xiaojing chuckled and walked in first, leaving the two behind to continue arguing about who would go in second. Until several more contestants arrived at Hall No. 2, the two walked in together and sat next to Zhao Xiaojing, one on the left and one on the right.

"Do you two know each other well?" Zhao Xiaojing looked at the fat man and then at the man in the flowered shirt. She didn't know if the two of them were arguing and got angry, but now neither of them paid any attention to each other, and each of them raised their chins to watch the live broadcast on the big screen in front of them.

"Who knows him well?"

"Not familiar with him, I don't know him."

Seeing that the two of them were more arrogant than each other, Zhao Xiaojing shook her head in amusement, stopped asking questions, and looked up at the big screen.

There was only one minute left in the countdown on the big screen. Most of the contestants had reached the final cooking and plating stage, and only a few still seemed flustered. Among these few flustered contestants, there was one conspicuous bag that was particularly eye-catching.

Zhao Xiaojing noticed this conspicuous bag when she was queuing, and she also saw other contestants notice him and take pictures of his back.

The reason why he took the photo from behind was that among all the contestants' casual clothes, this person was wearing a clean white chef's uniform and a neatly-fitted chef's hat. From the front, you would think he was a serious chef, but from the back, his serious image instantly collapsed.

The back of the chef's uniform is printed with a flashy restaurant advertisement, which reads "Yan Hong Zhai welcomes you, professional Yangzhou fried rice cooked face to face, you can take videos and take photos, the reservation number is 1 5 x x x x x x x x x x", and there is also a photo of the chef making frying rice in the private room below.

"This Yan Hongzhai is getting more useless than the previous generation. Whenever they get a chance they try to do evil things. They don't learn the good things but just rush over to embarrass themselves." The man in the flowered shirt complained.

"It turns out that Jing Ziheng still has some ability. If his father continues to mess around like this, the last bit of reputation that Grandpa Jing has accumulated will be ruined sooner or later!" The fat man said hatefully.

"Where is the restaurant Yan Hong Zhai?" Zhao Xiaojing, who didn't know the truth, looked at the melon in front of her and was confused while eating it.

"Yes, a famous restaurant in Jinling. It seems that you are really not from an insider? Looking at the dishes you cooked, it seems that Mr. Nan is quite satisfied with them. They are really wild?" The man in the flowered shirt looked at Zhao Xiaojing curiously.

"What's the matter? Is it that Mr. Nan is satisfied with something that only you second-generation rich people can do? They are real talents. I stared at their stir-fried pork liver for a long time when they passed by me. It's no worse than what you second-generation rich people can do!" Before Zhao Xiaojing could answer, the fat man retorted.

"Hey, Fatty, what's wrong with you today? You keep calling me a second-generation rich kid. I didn't learn from Jing Ziheng to hire a bunch of apprentices to do odd jobs! I cut and prepare the vegetables myself, and my second grandfather supervises me every day! How can I not be a real talent?"

"Come on, you two, you don't know each other, why are you arguing with strangers?" Zhao Xiaojing was caught in the middle, and was annoyed by the two people's quarreling. She quickly used the two people's original words to try to stop the quarrel.

They both choked.

"I just know him..." said the fat man aggrievedly.

"He was the marriage my family arranged for me when I was a child. Who would have known that he would not only be a fat boy, but also a male..." said the man in the flowered shirt with disdain.

"Hey! I told you not to mention this anymore!" the fat man said anxiously.

"You are allowed to call me a rich kid and get close to beautiful girls, but I am not allowed to talk about my family matters?" the man in the flowered shirt asked back.

"I'll sit next to you, you two can have your quarrel." Zhao Xiaojing said as she was about to stand up and make room for this funny couple.

"Stop it, buddy! We get along so well and haven't had a good chat yet!" The fat man stood up quickly.

"I think you two get along better, so just have a good chat." Zhao Xiaojing also stood up.

"Stop chatting! Let's stop chatting! I finally met a beautiful girl who can cook at the same speed as him, and we haven't had time to have a good communication. If you leave, he will scold me to death!" The man in the flowered shirt also stood up hurriedly and advised.

"Then it's a deal, you two can't quarrel anymore." Zhao Xiaojing curled her lips and looked at the two of them with a smile.

The two of them nodded immediately, watched Zhao Xiaojing sit down, and also sat down with a wry smile on their faces.

"What's the story of Yan Hongzhai?" Seeing that the two of them had really quieted down, Zhao Xiaojing continued to eat half of the confused melon.

"Yan Hongzhai was a proper high-end restaurant just three years ago. You had to make a reservation a month in advance to dine there. And during holidays, you might not be able to get a reservation even a month in advance. At that time, we would be able to think about and savor a meal there for a long time after we got back." The fat man smacked his lips.

"Yes, at that time our restaurant was not as good as itss. Every time we went there for a meal, my second grandfather would scold us for being useless. He was never in a good mood towards us for the next few days. We were urged to practice cooking until our hands cramped!" The man in the flowered shirt looked at his hands with lingering fear.

"What about now?" Zhao Xiaojing asked.