Although he despised Zhao Xiaoning in his heart, the security guard did not show the slightest impatience, just as the so-called means of that person, eating other people's soft mouths, and accepting bribes of thousands of yuan from the other party, you have to be polite to say anything, isn't it?

It is said that it is born from the heart, and Zhao Xiaoning doesn't know what the security guard is thinking in his heart, because he doesn't care about these at all. Because when he came, he gave himself a divination, and although he would encounter setbacks, the ending was still good.

After writing down his number, Zhao Xiaoning handed the note to the security guard, then put down the woven bag in his hand and left the Howard Johnson Hotel.

"Brother Bin, what is that person doing?" As soon as Zhao Xiaoning left, a ten-year-old young security guard came over and asked curiously.

Wang Bin pursed his lips: "The ghost knows what he does." "With that, he threw the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to him, Cut, do you really think our general manager will call you?

"Is this fish? The young security guard pinched his nose and opened the woven bag, and then five silver carp weighing six or seven catties appeared in the eyes of the two, and each fish had a blood hole in its body, which looked shocking.

Wang Bin was speechless for a moment, people came to the hotel to sell ingredients, all of them used the freshest ingredients, but Zhao Xiaoning was good, and he actually brought a few dead fish over. It's a shame that the manager didn't see him, and if he saw these dead fish, he had to scold himself.

He was still thinking about sending the fish to the back kitchen, but now he has changed his mind and instead of polluting the air in the back kitchen, he should just throw them in the trash.

Well, considering that there is a considerable distance from the trash can, Wang Bin changed his mind: "Ah Wei, you can help me keep an eye on me here for a while, and I will be back soon." As he spoke, he lifted the woven bag with disgust and walked towards the back kitchen, because the back kitchen has a special trash can.

Because it was already half past noon, there was a lot of garbage accumulated in the back kitchen, and although there were four garbage, it was already full at the moment. Considering that the garbage collector would appear soon, Wang Bin threw the woven bag directly next to the trash can, then washed his hands and smoked a cigarette before leaving.

While the chefs in the back kitchen were cleaning the stove and chopping board, the ordering machine on the chest of a young chef in his twenties wearing a chef's uniform suddenly made a ding-dong sound.

"Brothers, I'm here. Fried sea cucumber with green onions, cashew nuts and celery, stewed tofu with fish head, rich and bumper harvest. When he saw the name of the dish, the young chef immediately shouted.

"Fish head stewed tofu? Damn, why do all today's guests order this dish? Sanwang, hurry up and kill the fish." A chef in his forties shouted. His name is Pan Jun and he is the head chef of Howard Johnson.

There are more than 60 people in the back kitchen of the Howard Johnson Hotel itself, but as business plummets, only more than 10 staff members remain. Even Pan Jun, who didn't cook, returned to the stove.

An apprentice named Sanwang said, "Master, today's fish is sold out." ”

Pan Jun frowned slightly, and then remembered that the fish in the fish tank had been killed, and immediately said: "You go to the fish market first to buy a few silver carp and come back, our business here is not good, and we can't let customers change dishes no matter what." ”

"Master, even if there is a fish market at this time, there may not be fish. Sanwang said with a bitter face.

Pan Jun sighed: "Even if there is really no that, what if there is a slight opportunity, we must fight for it." Go ahead and stay safe on the road. ”

"Good. Sanwang hurriedly took off his apron and chef's hat and ran quickly outside.

Sanwang is an apprentice, and his main job now is to kill fish, so he is particularly sensitive to the smell of fish. As he passed the four garbage cans, he suddenly stopped, because he smelled a strong fishy smell. His brow furrowed.

Because Sanwang has just learned to cook, he is very serious about his work, because he wants to make a good impression on the teachers, and only then will they teach him the skills of cooking as soon as possible. Unlike other fish killers, every time he finishes killing a fish, he puts the internal organs and scales and gills in a plastic bag and ties them so that the smell of fish does not spread at all.

But now, the strong smell of fish makes him curious.

Looking in the direction where the smell came from, Sanwang saw the woven bag left by Zhao Xiaoning, opened it, and couldn't help but flash a gleam in his eyes.

"Sanwang, don't go, Master Pan called the people in the fish market just now, and there are no more fish there. At this time, a cry came from the back kitchen.

"It's coming. Sanwang grinned and came to the back kitchen with the woven bag, and the strong fishy smell instantly made several working chefs frown, isn't there no fish?

"Sanwang, where did this fish come from?" Pan Jun couldn't help but ask, as if he had discovered a new continent. said that when he opened the woven bag, when he saw the dead fish, he suddenly wilted like a frosted eggplant.

"Go and tell the guests to change to something else. Even if they were asked to change the dishes, they would not be able to serve the dead fish to the table, which would ruin the sign of our restaurant. Pan Jun said helplessly.

It was difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and at this moment he finally knew what this sentence meant.

Sanwang took out a fish, buckled the gills, looked at the bright red inside, and immediately said: "Master, although this fish is dead, the gills are red, I think it should have just died not long ago, and it will not affect the taste." ”

Pan Jun said resolutely: "That's not good, people are very bad now, if it is eaten as a dead fish, the signboard of our hotel will be ruined!"

Sanwang hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, in my experience, even people who live by the lake may not be able to eat the difference between a freshly dead fish and a live fish, and I think even if this fish is brought to the table, the guests may not be able to eat it." As you said, we have to fight for even the slightest opportunity. Instead of asking the guests to change the dishes, it is better to try it, and even if it is actually eaten, I will bear the responsibility, anyway, I am responsible for killing the fish. ”

The hotel is now in a special period, and Sanwang knows that this is the time to show loyalty. The most serious consequence is dismissal, otherwise he will be transformed from an ordinary fishkiller into a real apprentice.

Pan Jun nodded slightly, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes: "Disembowel, prepare tofu!"

The four-course meal was quickly delivered to the food port, and the chef in the back kitchen would relax a lot after the work. But now, everyone is sitting there quietly, and there is a feeling that life is like a year.

Unless the guest finished their meal and left, they couldn't breathe a sigh of relief, after all, the fish head stewed tofu was made from dead fish.

Just when people were anxious to spend their days, a female service provider in her twenties came to the back kitchen with a solemn face: "Master Pan, did you make that fish head stewed tofu just now?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Pan Jun's face changed, and what he was most worried about had happened.

The waitress said, "The guest is very unhappy and says that he wants you to go out." ”

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The second watch is here, kneeling down and begging for everyone's support! Without further ado, I'm going to write the third chapter.