"Haha, it turns out it's him!" Old Zhang looked at Jiang Xian with a smile and said, "It's a student who comes to work during the holidays. If this is the case, let him be a security guard for the time being! Food and accommodation are free, how about giving him two thousand a month?"

To be honest, if a student is a security guard and free of charge, earning two thousand yuan a month is no longer a small amount.[.]

Lin Wenjun laughed and said, "Old Zhang, let me tell you the truth! Xiao Jiang is extraordinary. His cooking skills are very amazing. I only saw it at noon today. Tsk tsk, that's amazing!"

"Care to cook?" Lao Zhang looked at Jiang Xian, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Wenjun, it's not okay to know how to cook alone. You have to know that the standards here are not ordinary high. The catering department is not easy to enter!"

Lin Wenjun smiled confidently: "Old Zhang, I know the rules here, but Jiang Xian is really talented. If you don't believe it, you can let him try it.

After hearing Lin Wenjun's words, Lao Zhang was a little curious and looked at Jiang Xian half-believingly: "Okay, I want to see what he has to do!"

Afterwards, the three of them came to the catering department of Yincheng Hotel.

The catering department is concentrated on one floor. When it enters it, it is suddenly full of enthusiasm. Jiang Xian roughly estimated that there were nearly hundreds of chefs here, especially at noon, which is the time when the passenger flow is the largest and the busiest.

(Jiang Xian and Jiang Yanyan came early and finished their meal before lunch!)

"Are you confident?" Lao Zhang looked at Jiang Xian and said with a smile: "Every chef here has been specially trained by us. Generally speaking, we will not hire outside chefs. Even if we graduate from the chef major, we have to go through special training. Since Wen Jun recommended you, you should try it, can you do it yourself?!"

"Okay, what do you want me to do?" Jiang Xian was not at all afraid of stage. He dared not say anything else. Even if the chefs in the entire restaurant combined, they may not have the ability to do it.

Old Zhang smiled and said, "Young man, don't be so full of words. Let me talk first, what kind of cuisine do you know?"

"You can do any kind of cuisine!" Jiang Xian said naturally.

As soon as this was said, Lao Zhang's face was a little unpleasant. As the saying goes, everything is smooth and you can do whatever you want, it is better to specialize in one. Although there are eight major cuisines in China, each cuisine has different branches. For example, Shandong cuisine is divided into Jinan cuisine, Jiaodong cuisine, and Kongfu cuisine. Each cuisine is enough for people to study for a lifetime. This guy dares to say that he is proficient in the eight major cuisines. He is too full and too arrogant.

Jiang Xian also realized that he was a little full of words. Although this is a fact, it is inevitable that people will feel a little unhappy when they hear it. He hurriedly said, "This, although I know all kinds of cuisines, I just dabbled in it. What I am really good at is Shandong cuisine. Well, Kongfu cuisine is the best at it!"

By this, Lao Zhang's face will look much better by then.

"Old Zhang, Wenjun, why are you here?" At this moment, a fat man came over. He was the deputy manager of the catering department, named Li Chengcheng, who is the deputy manager and also a chef.

"Chengcheng, you are just here. I'll introduce you to someone, Jiang Xian!" As he said, Lao Zhang smiled and pointed at Jiang Xian and said, "I heard that the craftsmanship is good. I'll bring him here and you can give him a test!"

Li Chengcheng smiled bitterly and said, "This, I really don't have this time. Today, Wang Haitao, the father's birthday party of Xiongfeng Group, is going to have a Confucius Mansion Banquet. But, Wang Haitao doesn't know where he went, and he can't contact him no matter how hard he contacted him. Now the guests are almost here, but Wang Haitao hasn't arrived yet, so he's so anxious!"

"Is Wang Haitao the only one who is proficient in Kong Mansion Banquet?" Jiang Xian asked strangely.

Lin Wenjun on the side said, "This, Xiaojiang, you don't know. Our Yincheng Hotel is different from other hotels. The main reason why Yincheng Hotel is one of the most famous hotels in Qinghai is that our chefs here. The chefs here are different from those from outside. What they want is a unique style. The Kong Mansion Banquet made by Wang Haitao is definitely different from those made by ordinary people. Wang is a regular visitor here and often eats Wang Haitao's dishes. Wang Dong is already very accustomed to his dishes. If someone suddenly changes his people, the taste will be different!"

"Damn, it turns out that there is such a relationship!" Jiang Xian knew that there is also a difference between chefs and chefs. When it comes to cooking, in fact, it is not very difficult to learn how to cook. It is easy to learn, but it is difficult to become a chef, and it is even more difficult to become a top chef.

This Wang Haitao can be said to be the best among chefs.

However, Jiang Xian still spoke strangely: "Since it is a birthday party, there must be a lot of guests. Can Wang Haitao make hundreds of dishes by himself?"

"Not this!" Li Chengcheng explained patiently: "The main reason is that Wang Dong's father is also here. The old man likes to eat the Confucius Mansion Banquet the most. As long as Wang Dong's table is made by Wang Haitao, it is enough!"

"That's it!" Jiang Xianshen nodded with approval: "But, don't the birthday party always start at night? Why did it come at noon?"

"Dr. Wang has to go to Europe tonight, so it can only be noon!" Li Chengcheng said with a wry smile: "If it was night, Wang Haitao would come back. Alas, this Mr. Wang is a regular visitor here, but an old customer. If this kid Wang Haitao doesn't come, the taste of the kid Wang will be wrong, and he will offend Mr. Wang!"

Li Chengcheng's tone was already very anxious now.

"Xiao Jiang, didn't you just say that you are good at the Kong Mansion Banquet? Why don't you try it? If you can satisfy Mr. Wang, you can stay!" At this moment, Lao Zhang, who was on the side, suddenly shouted.

"Young man, how can you hold a Confucius Mansion Banquet?" Li Chengcheng's eyes lit up, he grabbed Jiang Xian's hands, stared at Jiang Xian and said.

"Yeah!" Jiang Xian nodded and said, "No problem!"

"That's good, that's good!" Li Chengcheng is now treating the dead horse as a living horse. He doesn't know what Jiang Xian's skills are. He can only drive the duck to put it on the shelves and try it first.
Chapter completed!