Chapter 13

The surprise of other customers did not affect Huo Mingwei. She just watched the emperor stir fry rice for a long time.

She has never been in the habit of eating breakfast, and sometimes it's hard for her to eat a little, so many people feel headache.

But in front of her, the golden and emerald emperor's fried rice, with its rich sweetness, instantly burst her picky taste buds.

"The smell."

Huo Mingwei took a deep breath, the sweet breath seemed to go deep into the soul, and the brain only gave a command in an instant.

Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up

A spoonful of the entrance of her immediately hit a shiver, pupils are enlarged.

The strong fragrance of eggs and the light sweetness of rice have been perfectly integrated under the background of shallots. It's like eating a ripe peach, and the pores of the whole body are cheering.

It's a coincidence!

No boss will use such a top craftsman as a spy close to him, unless he is a real idiot.

Huo Mingwei's eating is undoubtedly elegant, but her speed is very fast. She swept away the emperor's fried rice in front of her in less than ten minutes.

She looked at the empty plate in amazement and didn't believe that it was her own work.

Are you still the one who has to wait 40 minutes for extra meals?

Pop!

Her beautiful fingers snapped in the air, and the waiter quickly came over and said politely with a professional smile:

"guest, what can I do for you?"

"Is the cook of emperor fried rice your new comer?" Huo Mingwei elegantly wiped off a trace of oil from the corner of her mouth and said it lightly.

"No, chef Zhang used to be a handyman of lotus, but today he was promoted to the third chef, specializing in emperor fried rice." The waiter answered patiently.

It seems that he didn't lie. Yesterday he was a handyman, but today he was promoted to three cooks, and he is also a cook who specializes in cooking for the emperor.

Interesting.

Huo Mingwei said with a smile: "can you invite chef Zhang over?"

"Guest, are you not satisfied with anything?"

"No, very satisfied. I just want to thank chef Zhang for such a delicious breakfast."

"Then you may have to wait a moment. Chef Zhang has received ten menus. When his work is over, he will come to see you immediately."

"No problem, I can wait." Huo Mingwei nodded, time is precious almost on the second calculation, she actually did not move the place, so quiet wait down.

But she just expected to be quiet for a while, but she didn't expect the trouble to find the door. A pair of young men and women in bright clothes came to her in a hurry.

"Come on, bitch. I've delayed this rare guest, and I've skinned you. " Zheng Jiahui scolded anxiously, and his pace was rapid.

Now Yue Yao, who is already wearing gold and silver, is scared out of breath. She just follows her closely and comes to the iceberg beauty like a queen.

Zheng Jiahui with Yue Yao carefully stood in front of Huo Mingwei, his face is flattering smile: "excuse me, you are Huo's investment group Huo general bar."

Huo Mingwei frowned slightly, put down her Darjeeling tea gracefully, and said coldly, "are you?"

Zheng Jiahui quickly took out his business card and handed it to Huo Mingwei with respectful hands: "Hello, Mr. Huo. I'm the young owner of Zheng's catering company. My name is Zheng Jiahui."

"It was Zheng Shao." Huo Mingwei's eyelids didn't even lift, leaving Zheng Jiahui holding his business card in both hands.

"Ha ha, Xiao Zheng, just call me Xiao Zheng, just call me Jia Hui."

Zheng Jiahui saw that the other party didn't mean to pick up his business card at all, so he had to take it back awkwardly. His eyes peeked at Huo Mingwei, and his heart seemed to grow grass.

Damn it!

If such a woman can go to bed once, it will be worth her life to death.

His eyes were full of greedy evil thoughts, but he didn't dare to show them, because the woman in front of him could not be provoked.

"It's Mr. Zheng. We don't seem to know each other. What can I do for you?"

Huo Mingwei light said, fold up long legs, a pair of business look, eyes with incomparable confidence and calm calm.

"This..."

Zheng Jiahui looked at Huo Mingwei's face and saw that she didn't show any unhappy expression. Then he said:

"well, Zheng's catering company is a powerful company. Now there are several famous high-end restaurants in the city, and..."

"What's your market value?" Huo Mingwei didn't even bother to finish listening, so she interrupted him with a wave.

Er!

Zheng Jiahui originally prepared a lot of good words to boast about himself, but now he was swallowed up, so he had to bite his teeth and falsely report: "eight million."

Huo Mingwei sneered: "not interested."

The flattering expression on Zheng Jiahui's face suddenly froze. He never thought that he would be rejected by the cold woman in front of him. It was like driving a fly.At this time, Zhang Ye, who finally finished cooking ten pieces of emperor's fried rice, also came to the front desk.

Now he is no longer a humble handyman, but a brand-new cook clothes, head with a high cook hat, looks very handsome.

Chefs come to the front desk to accept customers' thanks, which is the honor and affirmation that every chef hopes to get.

Zhang Ye is no exception, but he never thought that this day should come so fast. When he stepped on the front hall, he still felt like stepping on cotton.

"Master Zhang, it's hard work. The emperor fried rice you made is really delicious." A noble customer took Zhang Ye's hand and said with a big smile.

"Yes, Master Zhang's craftsmanship can't be said. I've eaten more than ten people's fried rice, but no one can stir up the taste of Master Zhang. " Another scholar dressed man pushed his glasses and said.

The beautiful woman at the next table immediately interrupted: "yes, that's what I told my husband. He didn't want to eat at first, but he robbed me of all my food."

Ha ha!

They were all laughed by the beautiful woman's plaintive tone.

And the man next to the beautiful woman nodded his head awkwardly: "it's mainly because Master Zhang's craftsmanship is so good, smelling the greedy insects."

The diners all nodded their heads to show their understanding of the old man and their most cordial respect for Zhang Ye.

There is almost no difference between craftsmen and artists.

In the eyes of these dignitaries, Zhang Ye's emperor fried rice has reached the standard of art, and he is the best artist.

"Thank you for your affirmation. I'm just an ordinary chef. I still have a lot of shortcomings to learn from my predecessors. You really hold me up." Zhang Ye said modestly, with a smile on his face.

"Master Zhang is very generous. He will be a great weapon in the future."

"That's right. We Nanjiang people are blessed to have master Zhang's skills in the future."

Another burst of praise made Zhang Ye almost elated. If it wasn't for his hard work, I'm afraid he would be happy on the spot.

However, at this time, a very harsh voice suddenly came: "Zhang Ye? You're washing potatoes in the back kitchen. Why are you here? "