Chapter 1151
The rules of the kitchen?
Henry nced to the side and found that several chefs were looking at him with dissatisfaction. The
temporary staff who were bustled around with the meagre chores also looked at him with mocking
smiles on their faces. They were looking forward to a good show.
"Get out of my way, you savage!" the chef who was cooking in front of that pot walked up to him
with dissatisfaction and shouted. He picked up thedle in his hand and pretended to hit Henry at
the same time.
Henry nced at him, took two steps back and said, "I''m just speaking the truth. You may be the
chef, but I''m not your apprentice. I think you should put your arrogance aside and listen to the
suggestions of others in this situation."
"Suggestions?" The chef sneered. "You''re just a kitchen b*tch. What gives you the right to give me
any suggestions?"
"The fact that there is an imperfection in your dish!" Henry replied coldly, "That''s supposed to be a
dish that shows off the original taste of the ingredients. Yet you added in star anise, that would
naturally overpower it." "Bullsh*t!" The cook yelled loudly.
"What? Am I wrong?" Henry looked at the pot again. "This dish needs to be stewed slowly over low
heat, but judging from the colour of the stew, it''s obvious that you boiled it over high heat in order to
speed up the cooking, and that destroyed the taste of the soup, didn''t it?"
The chef subconsciously looked at the head chef and saw that he was looking at him as if he was
waiting for an exnation. The chef quickly changed his expression and said, "Now that you have
said all that, then tell me, if the guests are hurrying me, what could I do?"
"That''s very simple!" Henry grabbed the frying pan from the chef''s hand and said, "There are many
ways to heat the ingredients. If you have to pursue speed, you could sacrifice the taste of some
ingredients, but you shouldn''t abandon all of them. First, roast some of the ingredients!"
Henry spoke as he moved quickly. He quickly cleaned the pan in front of him, and then grabbed the
fresh ingredients that were behind him and threw them into the pan. He lit up the stove and put the
pan over the most concentrated area of the mes. In a few seconds, the pan changed in colour.
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"This way, you can heat up the ingredients as quickly as possible. Now bring me a piece of tinfoil!"
As Henry shouted, a kitchen porter who behind him immediately handed him a piece of tinfoil.
Henry poured out all the heated ingredients from the frying pan onto the tinfoil, then wrapped them
in it.
"When the ingredients are heated, they can be wrapped in tinfoil. As a chef, you should understand
this simple ageing technique. This allows the ingredients that are heated and cooked, topletely
emit their scents. Although it''s not as good as cooking it slowly, it''s still many times better than your
method of boiling it!"
Henry moved again and ced the pot on the stove.
"Now that the ingredients are releasing their aroma, the preparation of the soup is naturally simple.
Prepare the seasonings, mix it into the water, and then boil it over high heat!"
Having said that, Henry turned the heat of the stove to its maximum.
"When the aroma of the seasonings is released, we can take out the seasonings, then throw the
prepared ingredients into the pot and turn down the heat! The moment the ingredients enter the pot,
the sudden high temperature will allow the scent that had been contained in the tinfoil to be
released. Giving the soup that delicious taste of the ingredients. Just let it simmer for another two
minutes and it''splete! You would totally have enough time to prepare the next dish!"
Whatever Henry said, he carried out ordingly. Just as he finished his sentence, a dish was
transferred from the pot into the serving bowl with his hand.
The head chef nced at the dish that Henry had just made and walked over. He waved his hand,
and an apprentice immediately handed him a spoon.
The head chef scooped up a spoonful of soup with a doubtful look on his face and sipped at it. After
two sips, he put down the spoon in his hand.
As they all looked at the head chef''s actions, he did not make a single sound. This showed that the
taste of this dish did not satisfy the head chef. The chef sneered, "What nonsense! What kind of
delicious food can you make using this method? Looks like all you temporary staff have a lot of time
on your hands. Picking on my faults? If it weren''t for the ipetence of you guys, would this even
happen? Go memorise all the recipes, if you can''t remember them tomorrow, your sries will be
deducted and none of you shall receive a single cent!" "I told you not to cause any trouble." the
person who had pulled Henry aside said, "The kitchen rules are very strict. You have offended the
chef. Just you wait, you''ll be ordered to clean the stoves and floor tonight for sure. You won''t even
be able to sleep by midnight!"
"Dude, we are all temporary staff, working a day for a day. What are you trying to do here?" A
middle-aged man said unhappily to Henry, "It''s all your fault that we have to memorise the recipes
now! The cruise ship will arrive at the shore in two days. Would you bepensating for my
deducted payment?"
"That''s right. You''re just too free, aren''t you? You''ve got brain damage!" the kitchen porter who was
in charge of chopping garlic threw the kitchen knife that was in his hand onto the table.
Henry shook his head and ignored their words. He suddenly understood the words of the middle-
aged woman. If these men had any skills at all, they would not have had to work as temporary staff.
These people, albeit not every single one of the temporary staff, but most of them never had their
eyes set for improvement. Henry remembered that he once met an apprentice who did not have
anyone to teach him how to cook, rather it was him who begged others to teach him, he learned
secretly, and fought to cut vegetables and prepare the side-dishes because he wanted to practice
his knife skills and memorise the recipes. However, these people just wanted to live a day for a day.
To put it nicely, they were living a free life, but to put it bluntly, they were just living as though they
were awaiting death.
However, everyone lived their own lives in their own way. Henry did not say much, nor did he make
any exnations. He just looked at the head chef.
The chef inhaled deeply, then said in a deep tone, ''TH bring this dish to the boss. From now on, he''ll
be in charge of this kitchen. All of you must listen to him!"
After the chef finished speaking, he did not care that the soup was still piping hot. He picked up the
pot of soup and walked quickly towards the kitchen doors. The head chef could no longer hide the
smile on his face.
The people in the kitchen looked back and forth at each other.
The chef who chastised Henry earlier just stood there quietly. His face had turned green with worry.
The head chef''s words said it all, indicating that he had approved of the dish Henry had just cooked.
"Don''t just stand around, everyone." Henry returned the pan to the chef. "You keep cooking. Every
chef makes mistakes in a hurry. However, the more anxious they are, the more they have to find a
way to handle the situation, instead of putting all the me on the apprentices. After all, they are
apprentices and are here to learn. If they could do everything, how would they still be apprentices?"
Henry smiled, then pped his hands loudly and stood at the centre of the kitchen.
"Come on, everyone. I''ll read through the recipe, and you shall follow my methods. You''ll just have
to listen to me. Whoever''s in charge of chopping the vegetables, chop away, and whoever''s in
charge of the side dishes, just do your thing. Now hurry!"