Tang Zhengyang walked behind Yang Jianghua.
He wanted to take a closer look at this kid's knife skills.
Yang Jianghua did not know that his knife skills had shocked Tang Zhengyang.
He was still processing the ingredients in his hands in an orderly manner.
After cutting the last radish in his hand, he was about to continue processing the other ingredients.
Tang Zhengyang, who had been standing behind Yang Jianghua, said.
"Good, very good. I didn't expect your knife skills to improve so quickly. It seems like you're almost catching up to me.”
"As expected of my disciple. His comprehension is indeed good.”
Yang Jianghua finally realized that Tang Zhengyang was behind him.
He quickly said to Tang Zhengyang.
"No, this is all because Master taught me well.”
Tang Zhengyang nodded, satisfied with Yang Jianghua's answer.
"Haha, I didn't see wrongly. You're indeed suitable to be a chef, but remember not to be complacent. Continue to practice well.”
"Mm. Don't worry, Master. I'll work hard.”
Yang Jianghua said with a smile.
Soon, it was almost noon, and it was almost time for lunch.
It was also the busiest time for the canteens.
At this moment, a middle-aged man lifted the curtain at the entrance of the third canteen.
He looked inside.
He saw Tang Zhengyang at first glance. Before he could wave, Tang Zhengyang also saw the man.
He immediately walked towards the man and said respectfully.
"Director Zhang, since you're here in person, just find someone to greet you.”
Director Zhang said solemnly.
"Tang Zhengyang, have you prepared everything? This customer is very important.”
"Don't worry, Director. Leave it to me. I've already prepared everything here. I'll start cooking once you give me a letter.”
Tang Zhengyang answered carefully.
"Alright, they should be here soon.”
"You can start now. When you're done, the dishes can be served.”
Director Zhang instructed.
"Alright, I'll start now. I guarantee you'll be satisfied.”
Tang Zhengyang said with a smile.
After giving his orders to Tang Zhengyang, Director Zhang turned around and left the Third Cafeteria.
Tang Zhengyang was the head chef of the Third Cafeteria and also the highest leader here.
Everything here was up to him.
He looked at the people around him and said slowly.
"Today, Director Zhang asked me to cook a meal for an important client. I hope you can cooperate well.”
"As long as it works, I won't forget you.”
"If I screw it up, I don't have to say anything.”
"Let's begin immediately."
At this moment, the dignity of a head chef was vividly displayed.
Everyone started to get busy.
"Jiang Hua! Come over and help me out. At the same time, watch me do it.”
Tang Zhengyang did not forget to invite Yang Jianghua along, hoping that he could learn his skills.
He could be considered to have passed down this skill.
"Alright, Master."
Soon, the third canteen was in full swing, and everyone was full of energy.
Yang Jianghua observed Tang Zhengyang's technique while helping him.
Tang Zhengyang's craftsmanship was indeed very solid, and his control of the fire was just right.
However, in Yang Jianghua's eyes, he was just an ordinary chef.
There was no way to reach the realm of a master.
If he opened his own restaurant, it would be enough.
Yang Jianghua had already reached this level decades ago, but his pursuit of delicious food kept him improving.
This made him a world-renowned chef.
In his previous life, those who could eat Yang Jianghua's dishes were all celebrities.
Because ordinary people could not afford to pay for his meal.
Soon, Tang Zhengyang finished cooking the dishes one after another.
When it was done, it was also sent to Director Zhang.
Just as Tang Zhengyang finished the last dish and was about to present it to the customers…
Something unexpected happened.
"Kacha!"
The handle of the iron pot that Tang Zhengyang was holding broke at this moment because it was old.
Tang Zhengyang, who did not expect an accident to happen at this time, was anxious.
He actually grabbed the edge of the iron pot without a handle with his bare hands.
"Ah!"
"Clang!"
There was a scream.
The iron pot hit the ground with a loud sound.
The food that had been cooked in the pot also scattered all over the ground.
Everyone looked over.
Tang Zhengyang covered his palm in pain, his face twisted.
"Master!"
Yang Jianghua who witnessed the whole process couldn't help but exclaim,
He did not expect the handle to break at this moment, nor did he expect Tang Zhengyang to grab the boiling pot with his hand to save the food.
One had to know that the temperature of an iron pot under a large fire was extremely high, much higher than boiling water.
Usually, when he grabbed it, he would wrap a wet cloth in his hand.
Only then could he ensure that he would not be scalded.
Tang Zhengyang grabbed the boiling pot with his bare hands in a hurry.
His hand was probably scalded.
Fortunately, Tang Zhengyang dodged when the food in the pot fell.
Otherwise, his legs would probably be scalded by the food scattered inside.
"Master Tang!"
"Master Tang!"
The others crowded around Tang Zhengyang and looked at him with concern.
No one had expected such an accident to happen at this time.
Tang Zhengyang glanced at his scalded hand and saw that it was already covered in blisters.
However, he didn't pay too much attention to it. He just looked at the scattered food with a dull expression and was a little absent-minded.
He did not expect the heavens to play such a joke on him and cause such an accident.
What should he do now? His hand was injured and would not recover in a short period of time.
And he still had one more dish to finish.
"Mr. Tang, go to the infirmary to take a look at your hand first. Don't worry about the vegetables for now.”
Sis Wang said with concern.
Tang Zhengyang was still a little unwilling. He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.
This time, all his hopes were dashed. He reckoned that he would not ask him to cook again in the future.
Yang Jianghua knew what was on Tang Zhengyang's mind.
It was a crucial battle to make a name for himself among the leaders of the rolling mill.
If it was someone else, Yang Jianghua could ignore it.
However, he had no choice but to help Tang Zhengyang, who had treated him so well.
"Master, please go to the infirmary to have your hand checked first. Leave everything here to me. I've been watching behind you for a long time and I've tried it myself at home.”
"If you believe me, I'll cook the last dish.”
Tang Zhengyang looked up at Yang Jianghua.
"Can you really do it?"
He recalled the knife skills that Yang Jianghua had displayed earlier.
If he really practiced at home as Yang Jianghua said,
However, this was obviously unrealistic. Cooking was not something that could be done just by practicing hard.
It also required a bit of talent to grasp the fire.
But there was no other way now.
Sima could only try his best and place all his hopes on Yang Jianghua.
Tang Zhengyang said through gritted teeth.
"Jiang Hua, I trust you. I'll leave this place to you.”
After saying that, he left the third canteen and walked towards the infirmary.
His scalded hand needed to be treated immediately.
Yang Jianghua said to himself after Tang Zhengyang left.
"Don't worry, Master! I won't let you down."
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