Father Zhou took out his mobile phone and made a call according to the number given by his third uncle.
The call was quickly answered and it was the manager on duty. However, the other party refused to invite the chef to come to the door: "I'm really sorry, it's too late now. Our chef Zhang has a full schedule at night and can't get away. Would you like to Why don’t you make a reservation in advance another day?”
Uncle Wu Wu who was standing next to the phone had an arrogant and bad temper. When he was young in the early years, he followed his eldest brother and third brother to the grave, and often used firecrackers to fight with all kinds of monsters and monsters. No one is afraid of the boss, the boss, and the second brother.
His eyes suddenly widened and he said angrily: "He, Lao Zhang, is retired and busy?"
"Tell him that it was his Friday Master who called him to cook."
The manager was silent on the phone: "Please wait a moment."
There was the sound of hurried footsteps, which suddenly turned into a noisy environment. There was an obvious roar of a fan, and it was obvious that they had gone to the kitchen.
"Chef Zhang, the other party said it was Master Wu, and asked you to come and cook now."
A few seconds passed.
A rough, loud, and slightly old voice cursed: "What a hook, what kind of dog master and cat master, do you think it's still the past? Who can you call me master? I don't have time. If I say I don't have time, I don't have time. King of Heaven I’m not even free when I’m here.”
When the manager answered the phone, his tone changed obviously, and he became impatient. He thought he was really a man, but he didn't expect that he was a cat and a dog, and he was even scolded by Chef Zhang.
"Did you hear that? Our chefs don't have time. Please wait for another day. I really don't have time to make money from you."
"Snapped."
The phone hangs up.
Father Zhou turned to look at Uncle Wu. He was so stunned that Uncle Wu's face turned red and his ears felt hot. He muttered: "People have bad memories when they get older. Lao Zhang and I used to have a very good relationship..."
The last few words died in his mouth.
Uncle Wu also knew that his words were untenable. Lao Zhangtou obviously looked down on him and even spoke in a rude tone.
But it's not the past. He is now Old Man Zhou, not the former Mr. Wu who made everything possible.
The situation became awkward for a moment.
If there is no cook, and if they want to go to a restaurant, the older generation of the Zhou family is not willing.
Xiao Liu, who was watching the fun from the side, said with a smile: "If you guys don't mind, why don't I go and invite you."
Uncle Wu glanced at him and said suspiciously: "You, can you do it?"
This young man looks good-looking, but he is just a driver after all. You must know that Lao Zhangtou is not easy to hire. This not only refutes his uncle Wu's face, but also refutes it.
"Hey, I'll be back as soon as I go. Just give me your address."
Xiao Liu said with a smile.
Uncle Wu wrote down the address and handed it to him hesitantly.
Xiao Liu took the address and went out, got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away with a roar. The old, broken pickup truck felt like it was being driven out of a supercar, and it accelerated on the road unscrupulously.
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A somewhat high-end private restaurant.
Business is very good today.
Those who come to eat are all old customers.
After the busy chef Lao Zhangtou handed over the work in his hands to his apprentice, he brewed a pot of good tea, hummed a tune and walked through the crowd. From time to time he said hello to this person and nodded to the other person: Are you here? !
Manager Xiao Wang saw Old Man Zhang and ran over quickly: "Are you done? Do you want to try the newly arrived honey olives? The fresh goods in our building are sent by the boss from other places."
The owner of the restaurant is a local with a very rich background and strong strength, and both black and white are afraid of him.
The boss liked the food cooked by Old Man Zhang very much, so he opened this restaurant. It didn't matter whether he lost or lost. It was mainly used to entertain himself and his friends for dinner.
Lao Zhangtou took a prepared infection and put it into his mouth. He closed his eyes and chewed it carefully, tasting the taste: "Well, it tastes very good. The quality of the olives is really good."
In fact, olives all taste the same.
It’s just that Lao Zhangtou is determined to curry favor with his boss, so he agrees to whatever the boss gives him.
Thinking of his boss, Lao Zhangtou slowed down and asked the manager gently: "Why haven't you seen the boss over in the past month?"
Because the manager was a distant relative of the landlady, Old Zhangtou was a little more polite when he spoke.
"Hey, I haven't seen my boss for several months..."
"The lady boss didn't tell you where the boss went?"
"I've only met with the boss lady a few times this month, just to go shopping and go to the spa..."
Between words, the manager showed off his relationship.
Lao Zhang curled his head and curled his lips, secretly dismissive.
This landlady is not the main wife.
It's just an outer room raised outside.
Everyone, give me some face and call me boss lady.
"Hello, is Chef Zhang here?"
At this time, a voice interrupted the conversation between the two.
The manager took a look at the visitor. He was dressed in a typical local style, including beach shorts, an old man's shirt, and flip-flops. He was dressed in a muscular and muscular body that would make people salivate. His broad shoulders, thin waist, and long legs would make the rich women rob him if they were thrown into the club. head.
"I am."
Old man Zhang is very arrogant in front of outsiders. He has a fat belly that is unique to middle-aged men and squints: "You have something to do with me?"
The young man grinned: "I want to invite you to a dinner at Zhou's house."
Old Man Zhang refused: "I won't go."
The young man took out his wallet: "Twenty thousand?"
This price is already high in J City. Even for the head chef of Hongyun Hotel, the price of a private banquet fluctuates around 30,000 to 40,000.
That person is a real five-star chef with a lot of talents all over the world. Looking at Lao Zhang, he is just a local snake. He is just good at cooking local dishes and is loved by the locals.
Lao Zhangtou was a little moved, but he remembered that he had just rejected Uncle Wu, so he waved his hand and said, "I won't go."
The young man continued to increase the price: "Forty thousand?"
Lao Zhangtou gritted his teeth: "I won't go."
Young man: "Forty-five thousand?"
Lao Zhangtou thought he could raise the price a little more, and greedily wanted the man to raise the price. Unexpectedly, the man directly took away his wallet and shook his head regretfully: "It seems that you will be fined if you don't eat the toast."
As he said that, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.
The manager and Lao Zhangtou didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd. Suddenly, the intercom rang out from the customer on the first floor: "Manager, the boss is here, he has gone up."
As soon as I heard the boss was coming.
Lao Zhangtou and the manager immediately left the young man behind and rushed towards the elevator: "Hello boss, I haven't seen you for a long time... uh..."
The boss with an anxious look on his face passed them directly and went straight to the young man: "Brother Liu, who are you calling?"
Xiao Liu smiled and said: "Old Wang from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, Old Chen from the Public Security Bureau, Xiao Ma from the Food Safety Bureau, Firefighter..."
"Stop, stop, stop, Lord, I beg you, please don't fight. If anything happens, just call me brother. Why do you have to take action yourself?"
