Chapter 1764: Examination Begins

When Feng Yiping led the guests to leisurely walk through the carefully arranged pavilions, understand our splendid culture, and rediscover and understand China, a house at the back of the garden was noisy and really in full swing.

The fire was blazing, and ten chefs, each with five or six subordinates, were busy in front of the stove. The atmosphere was so tense that it looked like a war.

No matter how good and exciting the prepared programs are, this is still a restaurant. A large part of everyone's final evaluation of Mantingfang will eventually fall on the dishes being processed in the pot.

And today's ten chefs can be said to be the leading figures in the domestic chef world, and even the people they brought with them are definitely the leaders in the culinary world, so they can't lose this special battle today, and they can't afford to lose.

Although Mantingfang didn't emphasize too much when signing the agreement with them, these professionals obviously understood the meaning of Mantingfang's doing this. Yes, they want to redefine Chinese food in the world of Western food.

In such matters, they naturally have no choice but to take responsibility.

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

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

As for people, when they reach a certain level, who can still not pursue something?

Didn’t your Western food conquer our territory? Now, we are here too.

After working in this industry for decades, looking at the style of those Western restaurants in China, who hasn’t thought about making a name for themselves outside the country.

It is said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. In this era where even literature has the first, it happens that such an opportunity has been encountered, and it is natural to cherish it.

But what they are doing today is more than that.

Not only do they hope that those who are used to eating Western food will like Chinese food from today, but these chefs from different cuisines are actually competing with each other.

In China, no one is convinced by anyone. Today, this is a very good opportunity. Which cuisine do the guests like the most? There is no doubt that cuisine will win at least in the United States.

So the chefs are all patrolling their territory with stern faces, carefully checking every action of their subordinates. They are so focused that they have no time to pay attention to what their competitors are doing at this time.

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

The chefs at the operation table are even more so.

The task is heavy enough, and they received a notice at the last minute that there are dozens of colleagues to receive. That is nearly 300 VIPs in total, 10 dishes per person, and they have to prepare nearly 3,000 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 on their foreheads with a towel in the interval between making a dish.

Wu Xinyang, who was sent by Huang Jingping to check the progress of the kitchen, was immediately infected when she saw this scene. On one side, there was a busy workshop, and on the other side, there were cold dishes neatly placed on the table, which looked a bit endless but indistinguishable.

In her eyes, these cold dishes were simply poured out of the same mold, without any difference.

One side was moving, and the other side was quiet, but the order on both sides was generally in good order. Between the movement and the quietness, Wu Xinyang immediately felt the atmosphere of the coming war.

She immediately believed that her choice was indeed right. The work in the restaurant was much more interesting than in the company in Silicon Valley.

She did not alarm anyone, quietly withdrew, and followed to the restaurant. The current work in the restaurant was also very critical.

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

Naturally, this was also a unique calligraphy performance.

On the lawn, dozens of tables were set up, and dozens of people were concentrating on their creations in the melodious sound of the zither.

However, the people who created on the spot were not the old people with long hair and hanging hair that everyone was used to seeing, but children who were not yet adults.

Although they were children, their skills were not low, because they were the winners of the Youth Calligraphy Competition held by Jiasheng in China in the middle of the year, and they stood out from tens of thousands of young people who love calligraphy.

The trip to the United States was an important part of their rewards.

Among these winners, the youngest was only 8 years old this year. He looked chubby and childish, but his regular script had already reached a good level.

In the sound of the music of Chunjiang Huayueye, these boys and girls in Tang suits, with one hand on the paper and the other holding the pen, wrote on the white paper with dragons and snakes, splashing ink with brushes. Such a scene immediately fascinated these people who had been baptized by our traditional culture before.

Especially those children, how can they be so cute?

Without Feng Yiping's introduction, they immediately dispersed and gathered in groups of two or three to watch the children. It was unclear whether they liked the children more or their works more.

When they heard that the children's works could be given to them, the scene immediately set off a small climax.

Many Westerners are also obsessed with our square characters. The simplest proof is that so many Western cultural and sports stars choose to have their favorite Chinese characters tattooed on their bodies.

"Mr. Feng," Lao Pan came over with an admiring look on his face.

"Mr. Pan,"

"Today is really an eye-opener for us. Speaking of which, we haven't been exposed to so many authentic domestic cultural projects for many years,"

"Yes, we have to thank you." After walking around this time, Lao Lin also lost his temper.

Just by looking at this person's intention, the judgment was immediately made. I really had no shame in speaking out my little thoughts.

"Where, these are the contributions of the guests invited from China," Feng Yiping looked at his watch, "The next lunch is the highlight. I hope all seniors can give more valuable opinions then,"

"Mr. Feng, that's why we came here to talk about this matter," Lao Pan said, "How can we find any shortcomings in what you did?"

"No, no, as the old saying goes, if there are three people in the industry, there must be one teacher. In this industry, I am a novice and you are the seniors. I must give you lots of advice." Since it was a rare encounter and everyone came to congratulate them so kindly, Feng Yiping's posture is also very low.

"We don't know about the other things. We are more or less aware of some things about hosting such a banquet. The addition of so many extra people will definitely cause a lot of trouble to the kitchen," Lao Pan said.

"We know the significance of today's luncheon, so we all feel that your arrangements should not be affected because of us. We will leave today and will definitely come to study in the future."

What he said is indeed true.

Including the dozens of them, the kitchen would have to prepare hundreds of extra dishes, which would not be a big deal for those dozens of chefs.

The key is that the kitchen has already prepared for today's lunch and dinner, including the purchased raw materials. Although there are many, they are definitely not that many.

In such a short few hours, it is indeed difficult to prepare the same quality raw materials as before. Even in a place like San Francisco where there are many Chinese Americans, it is not that simple to temporarily purchase some raw materials for Chinese food.

However, there is no solution. It happens that everyone is seated in several restaurants, and the dishes do not necessarily need to be the same.

"Mr. 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 has abandoned their own business and made a special trip to express their congratulations. I own a restaurant, so I can leave without even eating. How can I feel so good about it?"

"Please do stay,"

"After reading the previous ones, that's enough," Lao Pan said.

"Yes, it's a big day like today. It's okay if we can't help. We definitely can't cause trouble," Lao Lin said. "Mr. Feng, please tell the kitchen not to worry about us. Let the chefs cook well. We must let today's These guests clearly understand what Chinese food is,"

"Farewell," "You stay,"

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

Well, them being so considerate does take a lot of stress out of the kitchen.

It's rare to see such a considerate colleague.

Anyway, we have made preparations and will always arrange a special performance for them, so it cannot be said to be a neglect.

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

"Yiping," Wu Xinyang walked over quickly.

"Notify the kitchen that there is no need to prepare the extra ones,"

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

After taking a few steps, she came back and said, "Don't worry, Yiping. Every link is fully prepared. There won't be any problems."

"Thank you for your hard work!"

After a rare few words alone with Feng Yiping, Wu Xinyang, who was in a good mood, happily used the intercom to notify the kitchen.

Feng Yiping didn't really relax.

Even if he is running other bigger projects now, he won't be so nervous. Who said Man Tingfang has been given more meaning now? Who said this is Huang Jingping's project?

It goes without saying that the previous arrangements exceeded his expectations perfectly and brought great surprises to the invited people. But to be honest, he was still a little nervous about the following luncheon.

There are so many people, and everyone has different tastes. Can everyone be satisfied in the end?

He looked at the crowd for a while, and immediately saw something that made him even more nervous. Huang Jingping was actually standing with Ma Ling!

What is this for?

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Ma Ling stood at the table of a little girl very curiously and found that what she wrote was not the kind of Chinese characters he often saw. It was just as neat, but the strokes were more common, and the transitions were not as horizontal or vertical as the Chinese characters he was familiar with. , with some curvature, and some look like an oval - the little girl writes Xiaozhuan.

However, these words look so interesting, each word is like a painting.

She was about to ask what it meant when a person called softly from behind, "Hi, Ma Ling,"

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

"yellow,"

To be honest, she still couldn't help but feel a little panicked 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 seemed to have no time to pay attention to this side.

But soon, she adjusted, "Congratulations! Today's arrangements are very exciting,"

"Thank you," Huang Jingping glanced around, and she was very happy when she saw the behavior of the distinguished guests at this moment.

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

It was the same last time. When we met last time, it often took a long time after finishing a sentence to say the next sentence.

"Where's Vincent, are you okay?" Huang Jingping asked Ma Ling an unexpected question.

"He's doing well. He's at school at noon, and the nanny usually picks him up in the afternoon." Ma Ling couldn't help but say a few more words when he encountered a topic that warranted a few more words.

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

Mayer happily held a set of words and looked for Feng Yiping all over the place, but at a glance he saw Huang Jingping and Ma Ling standing together, oh, how wonderful!

But before she could get any closer, she heard Feng Yiping say loudly, "Everyone, the restaurant is ready. Let's go eat first."

He didn't know what Huang Jingping and Ma Ling were talking about at this time. In short, it seemed like there would be no harm in interrupting their conversation.

"Just in time, I've been hungry for a long time," Brin ran over, "You know, I didn't even eat breakfast."