Another World’s Fruit Tycoon

Thanks to the previous ketchup test, Mrs. Huang and several old ladies who participated in the appraisal at the time recognized Liang Guoyun's origins and knew that this was a domestic chef with a good reputation, so the interview was almost a walk-through.

"It can't be seen that Xiao Liang is young, and his craftsmanship is so good." Liang Guoyun here simply fries a filling of red bean paste, which is immediately recognized by the old ladies.

After all, fried fillings in Cantonese dim sum can be regarded as a basic skill, so it is not difficult for Liang Guoyun. In addition, Huang Fang and others have already told everyone about Liang Guoyun's background, and everyone is quite recognized for this new baking teacher.

"After all, Xiao Liang is a former colleague of Lao Jin. I heard that the restaurant he currently heads can be a famous Cantonese restaurant."

"Really? Doesn't it mean that you have achieved the position of chef at a young age? The salary should be high? Is it 20,000 yuan a month?"

The old ladies looked at Liang Guoyun expectantly. In fact, when he reached his level, the bosses paid him not based on wages. Generally, restaurants have their own shares, or the entire restaurant’s kitchen is contracted by Liang Guoyun. , So Liang Guoyun has not been exposed to salary for a long time.

Liang Guoyun, who is accustomed to stinky faces, has lost the demeanor of the chef in the past. After all, the old ladies here don't eat his style.

So Liang Guoyun had to answer honestly: "More than this number."

"More than this number?! Xiao Liang is really young and promising. How old are you?"

"Exactly thirty years old."

"It's not bad to wait until you are only 30 years old. I heard Lao Jin said that Xiaoliang you are not a local. Then you are the teacher of our baking classroom here. What about the wife and children at home?"

"I was an apprentice in the kitchen before, so I haven't come to remember the person to talk to." Liang Guoyun was obviously not very comfortable with the questions of the old ladies, and his tone was a little blunt when he answered.

"Not married yet? Do you have a girlfriend?"

I don't know why several old ladies in the baking classroom raised their heads at the same time.

"No, I don't have this idea yet." For Liang Guoyun, he started to learn how to cook at the age of 16, and spent 14 years to reach his current position. In addition to his strong talent, there is another reason because he is dedicated and willing to work hard.

Liang Guoyun thinks he still has a lot to be diligent in his cooking. At this time, getting married and having children will disrupt his plans.

"Auntie here..."

Originally, the old ladies were about to talk to Liang Guoyun about who they were. Who knew Huang Fang suddenly interrupted: "Xiao Liang is only thirty years old. You should work hard at this age. Don't you all think about chatting, Xiao Zhou. So many pineapples have been shipped over there and haven’t counted them yet, Master Xiaoliang, would you like to help us?"

Liang Guoyun originally came for this batch of pineapples, and he really wouldn’t be able to deal with this group of old ladies, so he was naturally willing to change positions. After all, he would rather go to the kitchen to clean up than facing the interrogation of these old ladies. A banquet for hundreds of people.

"Huang Fang, why are you interrupting me suddenly."

"Do you want to say that you want to help Master Xiaoliang introduce someone? I tell you how things are not done. The previous trick to deal with Xiao Zhou was wrong. Let's take it slowly. Don't scare people away. Up."

"Then Huang Fang, what do you mean?"

"Master Xiao Liang is the top chef in China. This skill is absolutely nothing to say. It must be the best for the development of the future at this young age. He is also another high-quality boy in our community besides Xiao Zhou. Let me tell you. Our baking classroom is not suitable for us elderly people. We always have to absorb a little fresh blood. Starting this weekend, we invite girls of the right age in our home to come to our baking classroom for class. Then, one side will be students and the other will be teachers. , What’s the problem? Let’s discuss it together. After this discussion, don’t we feel emotional?"

"Huang Fang, you have a good idea. Then do it. Our niece is coming to my house for dinner this weekend."

What Liang Guoyun, who was counting pineapples, didn't know was that he was already a lamb to be slaughtered in the eyes of Huang Fang and others, ah! It's the niece who is waiting to be brought in.

Looking at the piles of wine-flavored pineapples in front of him, Liang Guoyun is actually a little puzzled. So many pineapples are enough for the kitchens of more than a dozen restaurants. What do these old ladies need so many wine-flavored pineapples?

"Aunt Huang, in fact, when I promised Lao Jin to come here as a teacher in the baking classroom, it is conditional, and the reward is the wine-flavored pineapple that is not available in the market, I don’t know..."

"Xiao Liang, this Lao Jin has already made it clear to me, but we can't help you with Xiao Zhou. After all, this is Xiao Zhou's business."

Liang Guoyunguang was about to go forward to discuss with Huang Fang, to see if he could not play the friendship card, he heard Huang continue to say: "But in our community, you, the teacher, is still more welcome, so we decided to evenly distribute two pineapples in a family. come out."

"Two pineapples are just for me..."

"Xiaoliang, listen to me. There are a total of 147 companies in our community who participated in this pineapple group purchase. One household will give you 294 pineapples, and there are still 6 pineapples. I will make up for you. 300, what do you think?"

In order to make Liang Guoyun the son-in-law of Jinlan's famous residence, Mrs. Huang thought that the sacrifice was still great. After all, she had only bought 20 pineapples.

"3...300?"

"These 300 pineapples are only our amount for a week or so. If the baking classroom consumes quickly, there will be so many basically every week. Xiaoliang, if you feel that it is not enough, Auntie will find a way for you."

After that, Huang Fang said to Liang Guoyun a lot of things like "do it well", but Liang Guoyun basically didn't listen to it. Now he is full of 300 wine-flavored pineapples.

What kind of community is this? Why is it so easy for 300 wine-flavored pineapples to come? It's really...really... Liang Guoyun hasn't thought of a suitable adjective for a long time.

When Liang Guoyun returned to the branch he had just opened in Tongcheng, he ordered his staff: "Liang Jing, you go and process this batch of wine-flavored pineapples. Let us know that we can order the dishes made with wine-flavored pineapple tonight. ."

"Okay~www.NovelMTL.com~Master."

Liang Jing is the child of Liang Guoyun's sister's family. About three years ago, she started to learn how to cook with Liang Guoyun. It is not yet time to take the spoon, but Liang Guoyun has always asked him to follow behind her to handle precious ingredients.

Liang Jing cut the wine-flavored pineapple into two according to the previous method when dealing with pineapples, and then drastically peeled the pineapple. There are more unavoidable eyes in the wine-flavored pineapple. Liang Jing picked the skin to the position of the pineapple mesh and immediately cut the board. The flavour of pineapple on the wine began to overflow.

When Liang Guoyun turned around, he saw that his nephew was extravagantly removing the pineapple heart from the wine-flavored pineapple. The edible part of the whole pineapple was less than about one-third.

"You prodigal! This is a wine-flavored pineapple! Do you think it is a pineapple that you can buy outside? Give me a good eye-dig. If I find you wasted a bit of pineapple meat, just clean up the baggage for me!"

Liang Guoyun watched that the wine-flavored pineapple he had "beared the humiliation" in exchange for it was wasted by his nephew so far, and he had a heart after thinking about it.

Suddenly the apprentices in the kitchen lightened their hands and feet subconsciously, exchanged a moment, and said with their eyes: It seems that the master is not in a good mood today, and everyone's skin is tight.