Jian'an 3rd Street, the second floor of Zhang's home cooking restaurant.

As soon as Qiao Mu woke up, he heard a very clear quarrel outside, as if it was related to her.

"You kid, I think your wings are stiff.

As soon as I came back, my grandmother was stunned, do you want to go to heaven, believe it or not, Lao Tzu let you see what an angel with broken wings is.

What is called a phoenix with falling feathers is not as good as a chicken.

Why don't you let me in and admit your mistakes! ”

Zhang Xijun was wearing a chef's uniform, stretched out his hand on his waist and pointed at his son, and scolded loudly.

If it weren't for the, it wouldn't be a big deal.

He had already slapped him.

This dead boy doesn't do his business day by day.

Just know the angry people.

The ancestral Chinese food craftsmanship of the family, but he wants to change it to a Western restaurant, isn't this a betrayal of his ancestors?

The old man knew that he could be angry with him.

"Dad, I was wrong.

The business of our store is so poor, and the money we make every month is not as much as the rent of renting out the store, so why continue like this.

I studied Western food at the Chef Academy.

Wouldn't it be nice to change your home shop to a Western restaurant, it must be better than your current business.

With this business flow now, if it weren't for the income of my mother's wedding company, our family would have drunk the northwest wind a long time ago. ”

Not long after graduation, Zhang Linyu, who wanted to come back to start a business, was not convinced by his father's words, and the business of his own restaurant was almost ruined.

What happened to him changing it to a Western restaurant?

Anyway, it's a half-dead business.

Why not let him try.

Why stick to the rules.

Their ancestral Chinese medicine also allows their children to learn Western medicine, but their family has only passed on for two generations, and what is a Chinese chef whose skills are not very good?

"You stinky boy, did Lao Tzu let you go to the chef academy to learn Western food, who asked you to change it yourself, didn't I report you a Chinese food red case?

How long have you been hiding this from me?

Is four years just for you to learn how to cook pasta and fry steak? Do you still have to learn that? ”

Zhang Xijun didn't pay much attention to his son's rebuttal, and still stubbornly asked loudly.

In his eyes, Western food is all kinds of foolish things, either pasta or fried steak, or salad burgers, those things are not food at all in his opinion.

This is to tarnish the word gastronomy.

Although his own cooking skills are not very good.

But that's how confident he is.

Although I can't do it, you are definitely scumbags, Zhang Xijun has such self-confidence.

"Dad, don't be prejudiced, okay?

What is called learning to cook pasta and fried steak, Western food is just two dishes, there are many Western dishes, no worse than Chinese food, we don't have any decent Western restaurants here, and now open a Western restaurant in the food street, business is definitely not bad.

You'll let me try it.

Anyway, this store is ours.

Now it is also a loss of money to drive.

Let me try what's wrong? ”

Zhang Linyu first refuted his father's words, and then softened his voice, hoping to make his father, who eats soft and not hard, agree to this.

"Okay, so what are you going to sell?"

After taking a deep breath and rolling his eyes, Zhang Xijun continued to ask with his hands crossed on his waist.

Zhang Linyu thought about it and began to break his fingers:

"Seafood pasta, fried sirloin with black pepper and sea salt, mashed potatoes, salad, charcoal-grilled salmon ......"

"Okay, shut up, don't you?

Pasta with the word seafood in front of it is not spaghetti, sirloin is not steak, and what mashed potato salad, I feel panicked when I hear it, who can eat these things, roast beef skewers are better than it.

I'm telling you, your grandmother doesn't agree.

I certainly don't agree with that either.

This shop is mine now, and I have the final say.

You have to have the ability to rent a storefront yourself.

I don't care what restaurant you open, even if you open a sushi restaurant, I don't care about you selling sukiyaki.

But in my shop, you have to listen to me.

If you don't want to, help your mother's company go on a blind date.

It just so happens that your mother's wedding company is short of people.

Okay, stop talking nonsense, why don't you go in and see your grandma and apologize to your grandma.

I'm going to cook seafood and shrimp porridge ......."

Zhang Xijun wanted to laugh a little, his son said a lot, the last Western restaurant still has to sell pasta and steak, both of which are about to become the standard configuration of some messy Western restaurants in China, and he is not tired of panicking.

Is the beef noodle not fragrant?

Or is the pickled cabbage noodle not tasty?

In Chinese food, the length and thickness of noodles can be divided into dozens of sizes, but not as delicious as pasta?

After speaking, Zhang Xijun was about to turn around and leave.

I'm going to go to the kitchen to cook some porridge for his mother.

"Dad, I just graduated, how can I afford to rent a house, and you don't know how expensive the rent is now, so let me try what to do!"

I have to say that Xiao Zhang is quite tenacious.

It's all at this time, and I want to try again.

"If he wants to try, let him try.

However, you can't try it in our store.

Give him some money, let him go out to rent a storefront, and give him half a year's rent, if you can't earn half a year's rent in half a year, then come back as soon as possible and come back with me to learn the craft of Chinese food. ”

At this time, Qiao Mu, who was resting on the bed, had already received the memory of the original body and understood the wishes of the original body, so he immediately said.

Although the original body's wish is to hope that his restaurant can become bigger and stronger, and that his grandson can inherit the family business, but as her grandson is now, forcing him to inherit the family business is probably dissatisfied, so it is better to let him suffer first.

There is a lesson to calm down.

to know how to listen to other people's advice.

Besides, at the current level of the dishes in their home-cooked restaurant, Qiao Mu has no face to force her grandson to stay and learn from his father.

I want her grandson to be convinced.

Except that he has to suffer.

You have to be hard.

And the half-year period given to him by Qiao Mu is not only the deadline for him to learn a lesson, but also the time needed to change the dishes of his own Zhangjia home-cooked restaurant.

"Ah, grandma, is it really possible?

Dad, grandma, she agreed.

Hurry up and pay for it! ”

In the excitement, Zhang Linyu didn't pay attention to what Qiao Mu said about learning Chinese food with her, in the common impression of their Zhang family, they had never seen when the original body cooked, and the people who cooked at home were always men.

This is also a loophole that Arbor is ready to exploit.

If you want to make the restaurant bigger and stronger, craftsmanship is indispensable, relying on the kung fu of the three-legged cat of the original son, the original wish is completely daydreaming.

So the arbor has to show its craftsmanship.

And it just so happens that the original body has never cooked at home, and he has never cooked outside.

This gives the arbor the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and add a culinary boss label to the original body.

Therefore, she deliberately said this sentence about learning to cook with her, just to test the reactions of Zhang Xijun's father and son, and if they asked, she could also explain it in passing.

Add the Ancestral Chef label to yourself.