Chapter 195 Someone Is Sabotaging
The vigorous cooking competition came to an end. Lu Xiaotian won the crown of the cooking group without any surprise, a double crown, which became a legend. Duan Qilin won the sixth place. As for Niu Baoshun, he did not even make the top ten this time. go. However, Zhong Xiang's appearance as a dark horse caught everyone's attention, coupled with his touching words, Tianshangju became the most desired place for every cook. It was so popular that there was an endless stream of cooks applying for the job every day.
Ye Jiayao took the opportunity to launch the two noodles and two cakes that Zhong Xiang had made in the competition. The popularity was no less than the sales of snow-skin mooncakes, especially the sales of cakes, which were even more amazing than the snow-skin mooncakes.
I heard that the shopkeepers of various restaurants in Jinling have been under great pressure in the past two days. After the employees inquired about Tianshangju’s salary, they protested to the shopkeepers one after another. I also heard that Chef Niu Baoshun was in a bad mood because he was not among the top ten. He scolded the little cook, which aroused public outrage. A group of people saw him pinned down in the kitchen and beat him up. They went on strike and demanded that the owner regulate the store rules. The chef was not allowed to beat and scold the helper at will. The owner was helpless even though the owner was prosperous.
People living at the bottom, who had been squeezed and oppressed to the point of numbness, were awakened by Zhong Xiang's words, like a long-sleeping lion awakening, its power cannot be underestimated.
Moreover, the turmoil in the catering industry has also spread to other industries. Almost all owners have begun to complain. Some people have traced the source and pointed the finger at Tianshangju. But Tianshangju has a great background, and his real boss is Prince Jingan, so who dares to make a mistake?
At this time, Jinling business tycoon Zhao Qixuan announced that he would comprehensively improve the benefits of all his employees, setting off a wave of salary increases, and Zhao Qixuan's reputation increased significantly.
Zhong Xiang and Ye Jiayao had never expected such a far-reaching and widespread impact, and they had no time to pay attention to these things because the wedding banquet in the Hou Mansion was about to kick off.
Princess Liuli's wedding was in accordance with the princess's etiquette standards. It was much more complicated than when Ye Jiayao got married. Everyone in the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion was tight-lipped from top to bottom, not daring to make the slightest oversight.
"Wang Mingde, check all the cold dishes again." Ye Jiayao handed over the inspection task to Wang Mingde, who was the most careful and steady among the group.
"Yes." Wang Mingde began to check one after another.
"Deng Haichuan, keep an eye on it. Every dish today must be handled in strict accordance with the requirements."
"Yes." Deng Haichuan answered loudly.
"You have all heard it. Show your true skills. If the meat is thin, you can't slice it into pieces. If the meat is seven minutes long, you can't cut it into seven and a half." Deng Haichuan pulled. The throat shouted.
Everyone cheered up, and the kitchen knives in their hands chopped faster, with a consistent sound, as if they were made by the same person.
The cooks in the Hou Mansion all had their turn to wash and pick up the vegetables today. At first they were a little unconvinced, thinking that the Second Young Mistress was looking down on them too much. But now seeing this attitude, they all secretly smacked their lips and said, "Good-bye." , after all, he is the cook on the first floor of Jinling, he is so amazing.
There were a total of sixty-six dishes to be cooked today, which was the largest private banquet that Ye Jiayao had ever taken over. For this reason, she specially spent a lot of money to invite Lu Xiaotian and Duan Qilin, plus Zhong Xiang and Deng Haichuan, the two main players, and that's it. Still not enough, Ye Jiayao rolled up her sleeves and prepared to cook herself.
There was loud drumming and firecrackers outside, it must be Liuli's sedan chair arriving. Sure enough, after a while, the wife of Zhou Xing's family, who was in charge of the kitchen, came to report: "Madam, the table can be set."
Ye Jiayao nodded: "Then let's start!"
On how to set the table, Ye Jiayao had gathered all the maids in charge of serving food in the house and trained them in advance. She had clear requirements on where to place the dishes and how far apart they should be.
There are eight cold dishes per table, which adds up to more than 500 dishes. I have been busy since yesterday, braised beef, fried spring rolls, etc., but the heaviest work is still hot dishes. To keep the dishes fresh, most of the dishes are It had to be dealt with temporarily, and the workload was so heavy that Ye Jiayao's scalp felt a little numb.
The first line: "A happy marriage for a hundred years."
Several woks were loading ingredients at the same time, the sound of oil sizzling came and went, and the rich aroma filled the entire kitchen.
The second line: "The lotus blooms and has two stems."
The third line: "The phoenix cries in peace."
Lu Xiaotian secretly marveled that Ye Jiayao could arrange such a large banquet in such an orderly manner, with reasonable division of labor and tight connection, which showed her excellent management and overall planning capabilities.
"Second Young Mistress." Wang Mingde walked over, with a hint of anxiety on his face, and whispered: "There seems to be something wrong with the Bazhen Chicken."
Ye Jiayao's heart trembled, and she waved to Cui Dongpeng and asked him to continue stir-frying. She and Wang Mingde came to the stew pot.
"What's wrong?"
"I tasted the taste of this Bazhen Chicken two hours ago, but now it doesn't taste right. Just this one pot." Wang Mingde said.
Ye Jiayao took a spoonful and tasted it. It was really salty.
"I personally put the ingredients in each pot in the same proportions. There is no reason why this pot is so salty." Wang Mingde said with certainty.
Ye Jiayao absolutely trusted Wang Mingde, and he would not make such a stupid mistake because of his caution and caution.
Could it be that someone is up to something?
There are so many people coming and going in the kitchen today, it’s really hard to tell!
"Second Young Mistress, what should I do? Adding water can dilute the salty taste, but for this level of salty taste, you have to add a lot of water, and the aroma of the soup will be weak." Wang Mingde worried.
Ye Jiayao thought for a moment and said, "Go and tell Haichuan to serve the dishes at the back first."
"Alas!" Wang Mingde went to find Deng Haichuan.
Ye Jiayao was also worried. There were eleven chickens in this pot. Even though it was just one chicken, there was still a lot of ingredients in the chicken's belly. It was very troublesome to deal with it. What should I do?
Damn it, I can only use stupid methods.
"Wang Mingde, go get a big pot, pour out all the soup, and then put five tablespoons of soup in each pot and pour it in, then add ten tablespoons of water to this pot and pour it into six pots."
Wang Mingde was overjoyed. In this way, the freshness of the soup could be preserved to the greatest extent.
Ye Jiayao watched Wang Mingde tossing and turning, and a surge of anger arose in her heart. At such a critical time, someone actually acted up. Wasn't this deliberately trying to undermine her?
His fellows who live in heaven would never do this. Lu Xiaotian and Duan Qilin came alone, and they had never been to the stew pot from beginning to end.
Ye Jiayao turned her attention to the women who helped in the kitchen. There were about ten women who delivered food, picked up dishes, and could walk freely in the kitchen.
Suddenly a woman raised her head, her eyes met Ye Jiayao's, and she immediately went down to work.
In just a brief encounter, Ye Jiayao keenly caught the panic flashing in the eyes and the unconcealable guilt.
If she or one of them was responsible, there was no guarantee that he would not cause trouble again. This time, Wang Mingde was careful and tasted it again and again before discovering the problem. He couldn't imagine that if such salty Bazhen Chicken was served to the Hou Mansion, How much impact will it have on her? It must be found out as soon as possible.
Ye Jiayao's eyes wandered back and forth on the women, and she suddenly had an idea.
First, he called Jiang Yue and gave him these instructions. Jiang Yue nodded, turned and left.
"Mother Zhou, please come here."
People from the Zhou Xing family came over quickly: "Second Young Madam, what are your orders?"
"Go and take those women to the wing, I have something to say."
Zhou Xing's family hesitated, aren't they busy at the moment? If the Second Young Mistress had anything important to do, hadn’t she given you all the instructions before?
But she has learned a lot about the Second Young Mistress's style of dealing with things in the past two days. Without asking any more questions, she turned around and told the women to follow her to the penthouse.
The dozen or so helpers suddenly withdrew from the kitchen, and the cooks who had been working hard all smelled an unusual smell.
Deng Haichuan knew about it, so he couldn't make it public, lest everyone get confused and make mistakes again. He said loudly: "Just do what you have to do, don't meddle in other people's business."
Ye Jiayao followed to the ear room. Jiang Yue stood at the door and handed her a piece of oil paper.
"I saw it. It was from Zhu Wang's family and he threw it in the corner of the flower bed without anyone noticing."
Ye Jiayao nodded and opened the oil paper. There were still some tiny particles on it. After tasting it, it was salt.
Even if she was sure that this person wanted to destroy the evidence, there was no place to stuff it in the kitchen. The best way was to stuff it in the stove and burn it. Unfortunately, the big pots on each stove were very heavy and a woman couldn't even carry them. It was too conspicuous, so she deliberately asked the Zhou Xing family to take people to the penthouse. This section of the road passed through the courtyard. If she wanted to destroy evidence, this was a good time. And she had already asked Jiang Yue to hide outside and watch.
"Second Young Madam, everyone is here." Zhou Xingjia said.
Ye Jiayao held the oiled paper in her hand and smiled coldly: "You are all carefully selected by Mother Zhou to help. It can be seen that in the house you are all hard-working and serious people. I believe in Mother Zhou's vision, so I also believe You, but, today, some of you have disappointed me."
Everyone was shocked and looked at the Second Young Mistress in confusion, especially Zhou’s mother. She personally selected these people and patted their chests to ensure that they were all fine. She also eliminated those who were lazy at work. , why is there still a problem? The madam had said beforehand that whoever's subordinates had problems would have to bear the responsibility, and the second young mistress had the right to deal with it and deal with it strictly.
"Mother Zhou, if someone takes the opportunity to cause trouble and destroy the wedding banquet, what crime should they be punished for?" Ye Jiayao said coldly.
Zhou's mother trembled, her heart was agitated, and she said tremblingly: "The crime of destroying the wedding banquet is unforgivable. I will be punished fifty times and be kicked out of the house."
Ye Jiayao nodded and said coldly: "You have all heard it. I will give one of you a chance to come out and admit it yourself, and the fifty-year-old ban will be waived. If you want me to point it out, you can do it yourself. I will count. Three times, it’s too late.”