pjbooks Chapter 68 [Assembling the Team]
Chapter 68 [Assembling the Team]
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"Awei, give it a try."
In front of the warehouse, behind a brand-new food cart, Liu Zhuohao and Huang Weixiong each had a seat.
As the hot plate heated up and the oil sizzled, the two men almost simultaneously slapped their steaks onto the plate. Compared to the usual neatly prepared steaks, their steaks falling into the pan were quite different.
—Original cut.
The steak, seasoned with salt and black pepper beforehand, is placed on the hot plate. With a sizzling sound, a brown crust forms at a visible speed, sealing in the juices.
In the air, the original aroma of proteins colliding with high temperature explodes instantly.
After about a minute or two, Liu Zhuohao counted down the seconds in his mind, made the first move, flipped the tongs, and the piece of meat obediently turned to the other side.
Huang Weixiong followed suit and flipped over as well.
Butter, herbs—various spices slid to the side of the pan, and the melted butter was scooped up with a spoon and repeatedly poured over the surface of the steak.
"You should cook this one to medium-rare."
One waiter was transferred out of the staff, so a replacement had to be hired.
The warehouse was so secluded, and there were several people talking and laughing loudly. How could I not hear them?
But the original cut is different. You have to constantly check the heat and determine the doneness. Otherwise, the steak might be fully cooked and burnt on the outside, but still raw on the inside.
"About six to seven minutes?" he announced as soon as the meat was out of the pan. "It needs to rest, right? Is three minutes enough?"
Are you all that afraid of him?
Helping his cousin Liu Zhuoyue, who lives far away, keep an eye on people causing trouble offline!
"More or less." Liu Zhuohao shifted his gaze from his plate back to his own.
Cheng Bing immediately nudged Huang Weixiong with his elbow, lowering his voice with a hint of inquisitive excitement: "Hey, Brother Hao—you're really amazing! You must have come from New Oriental, right? I saw that video of him making lobsters, it smelled so good it made my mouth water!"
"Some people do find it hard to accept being cooked to three-tenths done."
He chewed slowly, his face expressionless.
However, judging from the responses given by Huang Weixiong and the other person, they were both quite good, mainly because they were both culinary majors, had good grades in school, and were physically fit.
The stagnant air then began to flow again.
"The appearance is alright." Liu Zhuohao picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.
This would slow down my overall customer service speed, so I need Huang Weixiong to be my assistant and help me fry the steaks.
"No, it's not beef I bought at the market."
Before he finished speaking, he had already picked up the steak and deftly placed it into the plate next to him.
However, the manpower issue has been resolved.
The moment he finished speaking, Huang Weixiong's shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly, as if an invisible stone had been lifted from his shoulders.
As soon as the person left, the oppressive atmosphere dissipated abruptly.
Li Zekai, standing to the side, looked at the two newcomers and clicked his tongue, "Do you really think you're working for this little bit of salary?"
Hey, you'll understand later why we willingly call someone "boss."
"That's definitely right."
Cheng Bing was a little puzzled and pursed his lips. "He looks about our age. Is it just because he pays us a salary? But it's not much, only three thousand yuan. They say it's commission, but I don't know if we'll actually get any —"
Li Zekai was dumbfounded. Although he was willing to eat "fresh" food, it didn't have to be this fresh, did it?
When the knife and fork fell, Liu Zhuohao clearly felt a different kind of stiffness compared to the light cut he had made with the partially cooked food earlier; this time he had to use more force.
He paused for a moment, then said, "Later, when I was studying in the city, I tried buying it at the market once. Although it only took about half a day for it to be delivered from the slaughterhouse to the market, the soup was indeed very fishy because of the blood and there was a lot of foam in it."
Separated by only a wall, Liu Zhuohao walked towards the rented room, muttering to himself with a hint of helplessness.
However, he really didn't expect that he seemed to be quite noble in the eyes of Wong Wai-hung and Li Ka-shing.
Wong Wai-hung and Li Ka-shing held their breath.
Cheng Bing grinned, trying to lighten the mood: "Calling him 'boss' is too formal, call him 'Brother Hao' to sound more familiar."
He gestured with his chin toward the others: "Try it, everyone."
This person seems to be named Cheng Bing. He also graduated with a degree in culinary arts and is Huang Weixiong's classmate.
When the time was almost right, he picked it up too.
"You can really eat it like that? If you put it directly into instant noodles, it'll be all blood and taste terrible, right?"
Fortunately, Wong Wai-hung and Li Ka-shing handled these matters well, whether it was recruiting staff, making display boards, ordering new food trucks, or even—
Huang Weixiong's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed his silent tension.
Liu Zhuohao's voice was flat, as if he were talking about something ordinary, "I fried it to medium-rare."
Before he could finish speaking, Huang Weixiong, who had only been patting him lightly, suddenly punched the student, but not hard, just lightly hitting his arm. "You son of a bitch, I introduced you here, so don't cause me any trouble. Be polite to the boss, you hear me?"
As for the two newcomers—
Liu Zhuohao finally swallowed the meat and spoke calmly.
The remaining three people formed the front-of-house staff.
Huang Weixiong glared at them: "I already told you, call him 'boss,' don't you two understand?"
The group picked up their cutlery at the same time, with a sense of relief and lightness.
"Let's say it's medium-well cooked."
Liu Zhuohao stopped watching their tasting results. Huang Weixiong's passing meant that he would have another capable deputy behind him.
"The heat control is good." Liu Zhuohao put down his knife and fork, the silverware and porcelain plate clinking gently together.
After giving his brief instructions, he turned and headed towards the rented room.
He stared at the piece of meat on the plate.
"Is this considered bright red? It doesn't look ripe at all to me."
"Call him 'boss'." Huang Weixiong slapped his hand away. "He's not a chef by trade; he's self-taught."
"Self-taught?!" Cheng Bing and Yang Boran were both taken aback. Cheng Bing thought to himself, "The crickets behind him didn't even know what was going on until the person in question was a little further away."
"Tsk."
You can tell from that he's a seasoned foodie.
"Um."
Even Liu Zhuohao couldn't help but glance at this way of eating.
Richard Li picked up a piece with his fork, looked at the cut surface and the dripping juice, and replied, "I remember, the center was bright red, and the outer layers of meat gradually turned pink, and it was very juicy."
"After you finish eating, tidy up the food cart. I'm leaving now."
Cheng Bing explained, "My home is in the countryside, right next to the slaughterhouse. They've just slaughtered a cow, and I go to buy some right after. There will be blood, but it won't taste fishy. In fact, it's fresh and sweet."
Liu Zhuohao was not involved in the recruitment process.
They also have a certain level of understanding of the Internet.
The two newcomers sensed the awkward atmosphere and stopped joking around.
To prepare this dish, you only need to fry the ingredients until they are cooked through, making sure they are not burnt.
Liu Zhuohao didn't respond. His gaze fell on another plate, and he picked up his knife and fork, slashing at it before turning his eyes to Huang Weixiong.
Li Zekai, standing next to him, also held his breath, his eyes fixed on his profile as he chewed.
Beside them, another person spoke up. This person was named Yang Boran, a newly recruited employee of Huang Weixiong and his partner. He was a chef graduate and looked tall and strong.
His gaze shifted to Liu Zhuohao, his playful expression vanishing as he became serious.
He picked up his knife and fork, quickly chopped the meat into small pieces, and gestured for them to come and see.
The newly arrived Cheng Bing and Yang Boran were also silenced by the oppressive silence.
"Why don't you just chase after the cow and eat it directly? That would be fresher." Huang Weixiong was familiar with his classmate and didn't stand on ceremony when he joked around. He also forked a piece of steak to try. "Hmm, it's medium-rare."
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Huang Weixiong didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the piece of meat on the iron plate, not even blinking.
Yang Boran was stunned. "But he looks very professional. He can even fry steak."
The steak was cut into small pieces, with not much juice, and the pinkish meat layers were evenly distributed, interspersed with some grayish-white parts, and the cut surface was slightly rough.
Making the original cut steak on the new menu is different from making the seasoned steak.
At least they are all internet addicts, not the kind of people who download things and dump them all onto their C drive.
"—Isn't Brother Hao a culinary major?"
Another person chimed in, forking a piece and putting it directly into their mouth, "I'm fine. I eat beef with instant noodles. I just put freshly slaughtered raw beef in, pour boiling water over it, and eat it."
Liu Zhuohao took out his key and unlocked the security door.
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