Vol 5 Chapter 933: Open exam

Feng Yiping took the guests and walked leisurely through the carefully arranged pavilions to learn about our splendid culture and rediscover and understand China. In a house at the back of the garden, it was a noisy, real In full swing.

The fire is raging, ten chefs, each with five or six subordinates, are busy in front of the stove, the atmosphere is so nervous that it looks like a war.

The programs prepared are no matter how good and wonderful, but this is always a restaurant. Everyone's final evaluation of Man Tingfang, a large part, will ultimately fall on the dishes being processed in the pot.

The ten chefs today can be said to be leaders in the domestic culinary world, and even the people they bring are definitely leaders in the culinary world, so today’s event is of special significance. In battle, they cannot and cannot afford to lose.

Although Man Tingfang did not emphasize too much when signing the agreement with them, these professionals obviously also understand the meaning of Man Tingfang's doing this. Yes, they just want to redefine Chinese food in the world of Western food.

In such matters, these people are naturally responsible.

Not only that, they are also full of mission at this time.

At their level, although their wealth is not worth mentioning compared to Feng Yiping, on average, they are considered high-income groups, and those who have opened their own restaurants have already entered the ranks of the high-class.

People, to a certain extent, who can't pursue it?

Isn't your western food conquering the city in our territory? Now, we are here too.

Having worked in this industry for decades, looking at the style of the western restaurants in China, none of them have thoughts about exaltation.

It is said that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second. In this era when even writing is the number one, we happen to have such an opportunity, so we should cherish it.

But what they do today is more than that.

It is not only the hope that these people who are used to western food, from today onwards, must like Chinese food, these chefs from different cuisines are actually competing with each other.

In China, everyone is not convinced by anyone. Today, this happens to be a very good opportunity. Which cuisine is the favorite among the guests today, then there is no doubt that that cuisine will win at least in the United States.

Therefore, the masters in charge, at this time, are patrolling back and forth in their own territory one by one, carefully examining every movement of their subordinates. They are so focused that they have no time to pay attention to those competitors. what are you doing.

Because they all know that it is useless to look at others at this time. Only by doing their own work best can they win in the end.

This is especially true for the chefs in front of the operating table.

Originally, the task was heavy enough. As a result, I was temporarily notified that dozens of more colleagues had to receive, that would add up to nearly 300 VIPs, each with 10 dishes, and they had to prepare nearly 3000 dishes in total!

This is indeed a war. They don't even have time to pay attention to what the people next to them are doing. At most, they just wipe the sweat drops on their foreheads with a towel in the gap between preparing a dish.

Wu Xinyang, who was sent by Huang Jingping to check the progress of the kitchen, was immediately infected when he saw this scene. On one side, there is a hot work room, and on the other side, it is neatly placed on the table, which looks a little boundless. There is no edge, but the same cold dish.

From her point of view, these cold dishes are simply poured out of a mold, without any difference.

While moving, while quiet, but the general order on both sides was in order, and between movement and silence, Wu Xinyang immediately felt the atmosphere of the coming war.

She immediately believed that her choice was right, and the restaurant job is much more interesting than in a Silicon Valley company.

She didn't alarm anyone, and quietly retreated, and then went to the restaurant. The current job in the restaurant is also very important.

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By the lake, Feng Yiping led everyone to watch the last prepared program, this time it was calligraphy.

Naturally, this is also an ingenious calligraphy performance.

On the lawn, dozens of tables were laid out, and dozens of people were immersed in creation amidst the melodious sound of guzheng.

However, the people who create on-site are not the old people with long hair that are commonplace, but the underage children.

Although they are children, their skill is not low, because this is the winner of the youth calligraphy competition held in China in the Jiasheng year, and it is the outstanding one among the tens of thousands of calligraphy-loving teenagers.

The American trip is one of their rewards.

Among these winners, the youngest is just 8 years old this year. He looks like a tiger-headed and innocent childish, but he has a good reputation with his regular script.

In the music of Chunjiang Huayueye, these boys and girls uniformly dressed in Tang suits press paper in one hand and a pen in the other. They are walking dragons and snakes on the white paper and splashing ink. Such scenes have suddenly suffered a lot. These people baptized by our traditional culture are too fascinated.

Especially those children, how can they be so cute?

Without Feng Yiping's introduction, they spread out immediately, watching the children in twos and threes, not knowing whether they like those children more or their works more.

Hearing that these children's works could be given to them, there was a small climax at the scene.

Many Westerners also have a honey fascination with our square characters. The simplest proof is that so many Western style stars choose to tattoo their favorite Chinese characters on their bodies.

"Mr. Feng," Old Pan came over with an admiring look.

"President Pan,"

"Today, we are really eye-opening. Speaking of which, we have not been exposed to so many authentic domestic cultural projects for many years."

"Yes, we have to thank you," Lao Lin also lost his temper after walking down the circle.

It just depends on other people's intentions, and the judgement is immediately made. His careful thinking is really shameless.

"Where, these are the credits of the guests invited from China," Feng Yiping looked at his watch, "The next lunch will be the highlight. I hope you seniors can provide more valuable opinions then."

"Mr. Feng, we came to talk about this," Old Pan said, "how can we find out what you are doing?"

"No, no, as the old saying goes, three people must have my teacher. In this line, I am a novice. Everyone is an old man, so I must give more advice." Since it is a rare encounter, everyone has come to congratulate you with such enthusiasm, Feng Yiping's posture is also very low.

"We don't know other things. We know something about hosting such a banquet. The addition of so many people will definitely cause a lot of trouble to the back kitchen," Old Pan said.

"We know the significance of today's luncheon, so we all feel that we should not affect your arrangements because of us. We will leave today and will definitely come to learn later."

What he said is true.

With the addition of dozens of them, the kitchen will cook hundreds of additional dishes, which is not a big deal for the dozens of chefs.

The key is that the kitchen is well prepared for today's lunch and dinner, including the raw materials purchased. Although there are many, there are certainly not so many.

In such a short few hours, it is really difficult to prepare raw materials of the same quality as before. Even in places with many Chinese descent like San Francisco, temporarily purchasing some raw materials for Chinese food is not that simple.

However, the solution is not without. It happens that everyone is divided into several restaurants to sit down, and the dishes do not necessarily need to be consistent.

"Pan, everyone, it really doesn't matter. This kind of thing happens to be a rare test for our restaurant. Believe me, we can handle it well. Please also check our resilience."

"Everyone left their own business aside and made a special trip to congratulate me. I opened a restaurant and left without eating, so how could I feel comfortable?"

"Please stay,"

"After reading the previous ones, it's enough," Old Pan said.

"Yes, if we can't help out on a big day like this today, we can't make trouble," Lao Lin said. "President Feng, please tell the kitchen, don't think about it for us, let those chefs do it well. These guests clearly understand what Chinese food is,"

"Farewell," "You stay,"

After saying these words, they resolutely walked out, Feng Yiping couldn't stop him, "Hehe, I can watch it again by the way,"

Well, they are so considerate, and they can indeed relieve a lot of pressure on the kitchen.

Such considerate colleagues are really rare.

Anyway, they have been prepared, and they will always arrange a special session for them, so it can't be said that it is negligible.

When Feng Yiping saw Wu Xinyang, he stood aside and waved to her.

"Yiping," Wu Xinyang walked over quickly.

"Notify the kitchen that you don't need to prepare the extra ones,"

"Oh, they are leaving now? Okay, I'll go right away."

After taking a few steps, she returned again, "Don't worry, you will be well prepared for each link, and there will be no problems."

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Rarely said a few words with Feng Yiping alone, Wu Xinyang in a good mood happily informed the kitchen on the walkie-talkie.

Feng Yiping did not really relax.

He is now running other larger projects, and he won't be so nervous. Who said that Man Tingfang now has more meaning? Who said this is Huang Jingping's project?

The previous arrangement, it goes without saying, perfectly exceeded his expectations, and brought a very big surprise to the people who had invited, but he was still a little nervous at the next luncheon.

With so many people, everyone’s tastes are different. Will everyone be satisfied in the end?

He watched in the crowd for a while, and immediately saw something that made him more nervous. Huang Jingping actually stood with Ma Ling!

What is this going to do?

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Ma Ling was very curious standing at a girl’s table, and found that she was not writing the kind of Chinese characters she often sees. It was equally neat, but the strokes were common, and the transitional place was not as horizontal and vertical as the Chinese characters she was familiar with. Yes, with some arcs, some look like an ellipse-the little girl wrote a small seal.

However, these words look so delicious~www.wuxiaspot.com~A word is like a picture.

She was about to ask what it meant, and a person yelled softly behind her, "Hi, Ma Ling,"

As soon as she turned around, she saw Huang Jingping standing behind her.

"yellow,"

To be honest, she was still a little flustered at this time.

At this time, she was not ready to face Huang Jingping, not to mention that Ping was also present.

She glanced at him and found that he was surrounded by a group of people, and she seemed to have no time to take care of him.

But soon, she adjusted, "Congratulations! Today's arrangement is very exciting,"

"Thank you," Huang Jingping glanced around, and she was very happy to see the performance of the distinguished guests at the moment.

Ma Ling became a little uneasy again. What did she mean by not talking for so long?

It was the same last time. When I met last time, I often finished a sentence, and it took a long time to say the next sentence.

"Where is Vincent, how is it?" Huang Jingping asked Ma Ling an unexpected question.

"He's pretty good. He's at school at noon. In the afternoon, it's usually a nanny to pick him up." Ma Ling couldn't help but say a few more words when he encountered a topic that could be said a few more words.

When she was with Huang Jingping, when the air suddenly calmed down, she always felt a little uncomfortable.

Meyer was happily holding a set of words, looking for Feng Yiping everywhere, but at a glance she saw Huang Jingping and Ma Ling standing together, oh, wonderful!

But before she got closer, she heard Feng Yiping say aloud, "Everyone, the restaurant is ready, let's go to eat first,"

He didn't know what Huang Jingping and Ma Ling were talking about at this time. In short, interrupting their conversation would not do any harm.

"It's just right, I'm already hungry," Brin ran over. "You know, I didn't even eat breakfast."