Originally, Su Zifang wanted to wait for business hours to try the effect of team matching. Unexpectedly, Zhang Zidan's West Lake Water Shield Soup received unanimous praise during the staff meal.

"Xiao Zhang, your cooking skills have improved recently. This soup tastes even more delicious than before." Su Lianzheng scooped up a bowl of soup and praised.

"Ah, really? You are too polite." Zhang Zidan thought Su Lian was saying this out of politeness, and felt a little embarrassed.

"Yes, it is indeed much better than before." Zhao Xiaoman and Yang Qiong also expressed the same emotion.

Su Zifang took a bite.

The water shield is smooth, the shredded chicken is fresh and tender, and the ham is mellow. It is indeed much better than the one I made when I just came back from Guanglin.

It seems that this is the result of the team of Huaiyang cuisine master chefs and the special effects.

"But I did it the same way, and the shredded ham wasn't very good today either." Zhang Zidan said doubtfully, "It shouldn't be."

"Maybe it's because you've done it too much, so you're familiar with it, and it will naturally get better with experience. This is how I make Wensi tofu. When I do it too much, it suddenly tastes better." Su Zifang used his own experience to explain the metaphysics of the system in a serious manner.

He looks really serious when he talks nonsense.

"Maybe." Zhang Zidan happily ignored this matter. Anyway, improving his cooking skills is always a good thing and there is no need to worry about it.

"By the way, Xiaomi, how did you come up with the idea of ​​applying here?" Zhao Xiaoman saw that Mo Xiaomi was still a little nervous and asked proactively.

"I introduced you." Zhang Zidan said silently.

Zhao Xiaoman:???

Mu Fei:???

Yang Qiong:!!!

Three pairs of eyes instantly looked at Zhang Zidan.

"Uh--Didn't Boss Su tell you? Xiaomi is a former colleague of mine who just happened to change jobs, so I called him here."

Three pairs of eyes turned to Su Zifang.

Su Zifang:0_0

"Why do you look so surprised? I haven't had time to say anything."

"Hello everyone, let me introduce myself formally. My name is Mo Xiaomi. I used to be colleagues and good sisters with Zidan. I will ask you to take good care of me from now on."

"Welcome, welcome!" Su Zifang took the lead in applauding and called up Mo Xiaomi's employee information.

Name: Mo Xiaomi

Position: Waiter/Foreman

Specialization: Reception (advanced), dialect mastering (elementary), quick memory (intermediate), makeup (intermediate), Sanda (intermediate)

Su Zifang:......

He can understand everything else. After all, whether it's memory, dialect or makeup, they are all work skills. But what does intermediate Sanda mean?

Su Zifang looked at Mo Xiaomi carefully for a few times.

We came to the same conclusion as in the morning - just average! If it weren't for the calluses on his jaws and knuckles, we wouldn't think he was a ruthless person who learned Sanda.

"Xiaomi, have you never practiced martial arts?" Su Zifang suddenly asked.

"No, Boss Su, how did you come up with this?" Zhang Zidan replied with a smile: "I have worked with her for so long and I have never seen her being tough on others. How could she be practicing martial arts."

"Hey? Boss Xiao Su, how do you know? I practiced Sanda when I was a child." Mo Xiaomi looked shocked.

She learned Sanda when she was in elementary school and junior high school. Because the school was not very good, her family sent her to find a master to prevent her from being bullied.

It's a pity that I didn't use it for the six years of middle school and high school, and I didn't need it anywhere after graduation.

She remembered that she didn't even mention this on her resume.

The rest of them opened their mouths as if they could fit an egg into them.

Su Zifang showed an expression like "I am Sue Holmes Zifang" and started to make up with a low-key smile: "When I was in school, there was an uncle who practiced martial arts in our playground every day. I just saw that some of your moves were quite similar to his.

You have calluses on your joints, so I took a guess."

When everyone heard this, they showed such expressions, and their interest in him instantly dropped.

Although it is not easy to make this conjecture, it is obvious that girls who can do Sanda are more interesting.

"I really can't tell you have practiced Sanda. Do you have muscles?" Zhao Xiaoman's focus is always so strange.

"I haven't practiced for a long time, but I still have it, but it's not obvious anymore." Mo Xiaomi exerted his strength, and his biceps bulged up. He looked much stronger than Su Zifang.

"Well, Sister Xiaomi, can you chop bricks with bare hands or something?" Mu Fei said enviously.

Su Zifang:......

It's over, this child's secondary disease has begun to show up.

He felt that Mu Fei was going to ask Mo Xiaomi if he could transform in the next second.

…

I don’t know if it’s the effect of Xue Yi’s team cohesion +8% or because the atmosphere is better.

During the staff meal, Mo Xiaomi got to mingle with a few people. Not only did she chat and laugh with Zhao Xiaoman and Zhang Zidan, she patted Mu Fei on the shoulder and promised to teach him Sanda, and even promised that Su Zifang would be on hand to cook and test dishes in the future.

.

As soon as these words came out, everyone including Su Lian gave Mo Xiaomi a thumbs up.

hero!

Mo Xiaomi realized later, looking at everyone's expressions, that he might have said the wrong thing.

Uncertainly, he tasted all the dishes on the table and said seriously: "They are all...all delicious. Is there any problem?"

There was an instant chorus of denial on the table.

Mo Xiaomi:......

After the employee meal, Su Zifang thought that he still had a task of recording Chinese cuisine, and emphasized to Mo Xiaomi: "If anyone orders a dish that is not on the menu, you must tell me."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the meal started, Mo Xiaomi ran into the kitchen and found him: "The guest wants to order red raw meat."

"Hongsheng?"

"Yes, cold red raw meat."

Su Zifang was confused when he looked at the two words on the list. Although he had graduated from the old Nanfang and read many classic cooking books, he knew nothing about this dish.

"Did you tell me where the person who ordered the food came from?" Su Zifang tried to start from the geographical aspect.

"It has a bit of an accent from the southwest, but I'm not sure whether it's Dian Province or Sichuan Province." Mo Xiaomi replied.

"Then...just wait a moment."

Su Zifang took out his phone and planned to check what this red student was, but as soon as he took out his phone, he saw Mu Fei sticking to his side.

"Brother Fang, how did you come up with the idea of ​​becoming a Hongsheng?"

"you know?"

Only when Su Zi finished speaking did he realize how stupid he was. He ignored the grandson of the master of Yunnan cuisine and went to check it online. He grabbed Mu Fei's arm and replied: "Yes, a customer ordered cold red students. I

I’m still planning to check how to do it.”

"If you can't do it, stop checking." Mu Fei shook his head.

"Why?" Su Zifang thought about his mission, a little unwilling to let this rare dish slip away.

"Hongsheng is a specialty of our Lincang City. It is generally eaten by the Gengma Wa people. They regard this dish as a big dish for entertaining distinguished guests and friends. It must be made with fresh pig blood and tenderloin. Now

Where can I find fresh pig blood at this point?"

Hearing Mu Fei's words, Su Zifang was a little disappointed. After all, this kind of cuisine is really rare.

But there was nothing he could do without the materials.

It is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, not to mention that he is not considered a clever woman, at best he is just a cook.
Chapter completed!