Urban: Becoming a principal from a junior college!

"You come!"

Lao Lin did what he said.

He put his hands on his chest and moved away from the stove.

But Lao Lin had already made plans.

If my son's cooking fails, the customers will be dissatisfied.

I quickly fried another one and sent it over.

"Dad, the shredded pork you marinated is really not good. How about I marinate it again?"

Lin He was a little dissatisfied with the shredded pork.

Listen to Lin He's words.

Old Lin almost couldn't help but give Lin He a kick.

You and I have been working as chefs for sixteen years.

Why not treat a little guy who has just learned to cook for a month?

This is not satisfactory, that is not satisfactory.

After one month of junior college, you learned how to brag, right?

After all, Lao Lin suppressed the urge to give this traitor a kick.

He said angrily: "It will take at least ten minutes for the marinated meat to taste good. Can the guests wait?"

When Lin He heard this, he also reacted.

Indeed, it is fast food.

The most important thing is to be fast!

There was no other way, Lin He could only take out two green peppers with a look of helplessness and start shredding them!

Looking at Lin He's expression.

Lao Lin wanted to hit someone even more.

But soon, looking at Lin He’s knife skills.

Old Lin's expression changed slightly.

Although Lin He's knife skills don't look particularly skilled.

But it can be seen that he has indeed studied hard.

Cut extremely neatly.

This actually made Lin He's father nod secretly.

It seems that my son is not just messing around when he goes to junior college.

Something, but not much!

Immediately afterwards, Lin He began to heat the oily pan and stir-fry the shredded pork.

Lin He's father raised his eyebrows.

This technique and some details are indeed different from my own practice.

soon.

In the kitchen, the aroma rises.

Lao Lin sniffed.

The taste is okay!

But at this moment, the fragrance has spread from the small window to the dining room.

My mother, who was serving rice on a plate, sniffed.

The aroma in my nose seemed a little different from usual.

Even more attractive.

Just smelling it makes me want to eat it.

To be honest, my mother hasn't felt this way about Lao Lin's cooking for a long time.

"Lao Lin, has his cooking skills improved again?"

"But you have maintained this level for more than ten years, why did you suddenly improve?"

Although my mother doesn’t quite understand.

But I decided to have lunch later, and I also wanted to eat shredded pork with green pepper.

…

The waiting guest was playing with his mobile phone with an expressionless face.

It was obviously the National Day holiday and everyone was playing outside.

But he was forced to work overtime and was in a really bad mood.

He had no expectations about the taste of this small restaurant.

Have eaten here before.

The taste is ordinary, so-so, neither unpleasant nor delicious.

But it looks very clean and hygienic.

So came here for lunch just to fill my stomach.

But when I smell that fragrance in my nose.

The guest couldn't help but look away from the phone screen and looked towards the kitchen.

This tastes a bit fragrant!

He was not too hungry at first, but now he felt a little hungry.

Put down the phone.

He was looking forward to this rice bowl, which was originally just to fill his stomach.

And when Lin He’s mother brought the rice bowl.

The aroma of food is more intense.

Looking at the appearance of the rice bowl, the guests' eyes couldn't help but shine.

The green peppers are green and very clear, and they don't look like they have been fried at all.

Paired with dark lean pork shreds, they complement each other perfectly.

And it can be seen that there is not much oil.

It doesn't seem to have the greasy feeling that fast food should have.

Covered on white rice, it gives guests a feeling of appetite.

The guests were particularly surprised.

It's just a rice bowl from a fast food restaurant, but it looks and smells so good.

What about the taste?

The customer couldn't help it, so he picked up the spoon and started tasting.

When the first spoonful enters the mouth.

The guests' eyes narrowed.

The shredded meat is tender and smooth.

Green pepper is refreshing.

Eat it together with rice moistened with salty and slightly spicy soup.

Definitely a treat.

To say that this rice bowl is extremely delicious, I would not say that.

But among the shredded pork with green peppers that I have eaten, the rice bowl in front of me is definitely the most delicious.

Most importantly, his expectations were not high.

At this moment, the dishes far exceeded expectations, which naturally made his evaluation even higher.

"tasty……"

"Lady boss, bring me a bottle of Pepsi!"

"Gududu..."

At this moment, there was only the slight sound of the spoon touching the plate.

The guests ate one after another with extremely satisfied expressions on their faces.

Lin He’s mother, who was holding a Coke, had her eyes wide open...

And in the kitchen.

Lao Lin also paid attention to the dining room.

The guest's expression and his immersed attitude in eating made Lao Lin a little confused.

Could this person have been hired by his own son?

Just a bowl of green pepper and shredded pork topped with rice.

No matter how delicious it is, is it like this?

…

But before Lao Lin and his wife could react.

Two customers who had also ordered green pepper and shredded pork rice bowl quit.

"Boss boss, they're both green pepper and shredded pork rice bowls. Why do mine look so different from that one?"

"Yes, we work here, and we often come to your house and order takeout from your house. We can't treat them differently!"

"Have you hired a new chef?"

Lin He's mother rushed over, looked around and compared them.

Judging from the appearance alone, the difference is not small.

But, I don't know what's going on.

The mother said apologetically: "Sorry, sorry, I'll go to the kitchen to ask, wait a minute..."

After that, the mother hurried into the kitchen.

First look at Lao Lin.

Lao Lin is now autistic...

At this moment, he doesn't understand.

He has been a chef for more than ten years, but the dishes he makes are not as good as his son's...

I thought his son's cooking would be disliked.

In the end, it was his own dishes that were disliked...

This...

It's really hard for him to accept.

Although a father will always feel that he is old and his son has surpassed him one day.

But is this day coming too soon?

The most important thing is that his son has only been learning to cook for a month!

Lin He's mother looked at her husband's expression, and then looked at Lin He standing in front of the stove.

How could she not understand what happened?

The dish of shredded pork with green peppers was actually cooked by her son.

Although she couldn't understand it in her heart.

But she hurriedly said: "Don't stand there, fry two more servings of shredded pork with green peppers..."

Lin He hurriedly nodded.

Continue to fry.

Soon, a new rice bowl was served by her mother: "Sorry, the chef didn't change, but he just learned a new method and is trying it..."

The mother explained to save some face for Lao Lin.

If the guests knew that the father's cooking skills were not as good as his son's.

That would be embarrassing!

After hearing the explanation, the two of them naturally didn't get angry.

Instead, they picked up the spoon and started to taste.

Then a satisfied look appeared on their faces.

One person even gave a thumbs up: "This tastes really good! Today's chefs have no spirit of research at all. They just play around when they are free and don't consider how to make the dishes more delicious!"

"No craftsmanship at all!"

"Your chef actually studies new techniques and new flavors!"

"I admire you. I will bring more colleagues to your restaurant in the future!"

"Let's choose this restaurant for drinks in the future!"

The two ate and praised.

Lin He in the kitchen smiled.

Before in school, the level of classmates was similar, but no one praised him like this.

On the side, Lao Lin's face was a little dark...

He was the chef who only checked his phone when he was free and had no spirit of research in the eyes of the guests...

At this moment.

Lao Lin said that he just wanted to be quiet and didn't want to talk...