N-M Chapter 75 The Boss's Direct Deception
Chapter 75 The Boss's Direct Deception
Chapter 75 The Boss's Direct Deception
We still lack manpower.
Relying solely on student part-time jobs raises concerns about stability.
Wang Sheng took out his phone, opened the app store, and searched for "local BOSS" and "recruitment".
"Boss Zhipin?" Wang Sheng read aloud and downloaded and installed it.
Registering an account was quick; just enter the mobile verification code. Switching to "Boss" mode, I followed the instructions step by step. Personal real-name authentication: upload photos of both sides of my ID card, facial recognition, and I was done...
He was extremely careful when filling out the information.
The company name is "Shengji Restaurant, Window 07, First Canteen of Jinling University," and the job title is "Chef/Kitchen Assistant." The work location is clearly stated: the kitchen of the First Canteen of Jinling University. The requirements are straightforward: hardworking, quick, responsible, mainly responsible for preparing ingredients in the early morning (approximately 3:00-9:00 AM) and assisting with lunch and late-night snack peaks. Kitchen experience is preferred.
He considered the salary and benefits, referring to the surrounding market rates. The probationary period salary was 6,500 yuan, and the salary after probation would be 8,000 yuan, with two meals provided (staff meal standard). The job description was even more truthful: it required getting up early in the morning, the work was heavy, and there was a lot of oil and smoke, but the team atmosphere was good, the boss personally mentored him, and he could learn real skills. The compensation was definitely high for a part-time job.
Once everything is confirmed to be correct, click "Publish".
"Phew, hopefully I can find someone reliable." Wang Sheng put down his phone and was just about to catch his breath when his WeChat buzzed.
It's Chen Qiming, Brother Chen.
"Brother Wang Sheng; what time do we start our late-night snack?"
It was followed by a drooling emoji.
Wang Sheng smiled and typed rapidly: "Brother Chen, sales start at seven o'clock sharp. Come directly to the kitchen before seven, and I'll save you a few freshly cooked ones to try for free! Plenty!"
After sending the message, Chen Ge's computer showed "typing—" and he replied after a while: "Haha, that's great! But it's really unfortunate tonight, a few tables of regular customers came in and specifically asked me to cook, so I can't leave!"
Next time, I'll definitely come! You go ahead with your work!
A fist-clasped emoji was added at the end.
Wang Sheng replied, "I understand, Brother Chen's business is booming," thinking to himself that Brother Chen's skills were indeed keeping him very busy.
But if you're so busy, why are you asking?
What other purpose could it be?
Not long after I put down my phone, Lin Xiaowen, who was helping out at the stall, poked her head in, looking surprised: "Senior, an elderly gentleman came in. He didn't look like a student. He asked if we sell spicy rabbit heads here. I told him we don't open until seven, and he nodded and waited there. He arrived earlier than many students!"
Old gentleman?
Wang Sheng's heart skipped a beat. He quickly walked to the small door leading to the front hall, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked outside.
The lights in the cafeteria hall weren't all on yet, and a few students were scattered around reserving seats.
On the bench diagonally opposite window 07, sat an elderly man with gray hair.
Wearing a faded but exceptionally clean cotton Tang suit, his back ramrod straight, hands resting on his knees, his gaze calmly fixed on the kitchen. It was none other than Chen Qiming's mentor, Sichuan cuisine master Li Dehai!
Wang Sheng's heart skipped a beat.
I finally understand why Brother Chen asked that question.
His master is coming to eat!
This can be considered as my "half-mentor".
He quickly straightened his apron, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to go out.
"Master Li!" Wang Sheng approached, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully, "Why did you come in person? Brother Chen said to come to the shop..." Li Dehai raised his eyelids, his gaze lingering on Wang Sheng's face for a second: "Qiming is busy. This old man is free, and I heard you have spicy rabbit heads here, so I came to try them." He paused, then added, "Queue up according to the rules, and pay as required."
"What are you saying?" Wang Sheng quickly waved his hand. "It's our honor that you can come and give us your guidance! Please come inside and have a seat. We just finished braising some, and it's almost done. Would you like to taste it?"
He stepped aside to make way for the door leading to the kitchen.
Li Dehai didn't refuse much, nodded, got up and followed Wang Sheng into the steaming, spice-filled kitchen.
Inside the operating room, Chen Mo was carefully watching the fire in the braising pot, while Lin Xiaowen was preparing boxes to hold the rabbit heads.
Upon seeing Li Dehai enter, both men straightened up somewhat awkwardly.
Wang Sheng walked up to the stainless steel brine barrel that was half a person's height.
As soon as the lid was lifted, an even more domineering and intense complex aroma exploded out! The dark brown braising liquid simmered gently, with dozens of spicy rabbit heads half-submerged in it, glistening red and tempting.
He put on thick gloves, used long chopsticks to pick up the plumpest one, drained the braising sauce, placed it in a small dish, and then used a small spoon to scoop some of the bright red chili oil that had settled at the bottom of the bucket and poured it over it. Instantly, the spicy and savory aroma mixed with the fragrance of meat filled his nostrils.
"Master Li, please have a taste." Wang Sheng handed the plate to the kitchen counter next to him with both hands.
Li Dehai didn't say anything, but picked up the small chopsticks that had been disinfected next to him.
He first brought it closer to smell it, his eyes flickering slightly. Then, with remarkable skill, he pried open the rabbit's jaw, the tip of his chopsticks precisely probing inside, and with a gentle lift, a small piece of cheek flesh, along with a bit of soft, chewy gelatinous texture, was separated. He put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.
The kitchen was so quiet that only the hum of the steamer and the soft bubbling of the braising liquid could be heard. Wang Sheng, Chen Mo, and Lin Xiaowen held their breath, their eyes fixed on Li Dehai's face.
The old man's expression didn't change much, except that his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly before relaxing. He picked up another small piece, this time near the brain, dipped it in the chili oil from the dish, and tasted it again.
About half a minute later, Li Dehai put down his chopsticks, picked up a tissue, and wiped his mouth. He looked at Wang Sheng, his gaze seemingly softening slightly, but still expressionless.
"The aroma of the broth is rich and full-bodied," he said succinctly. "The spices are well-balanced and thoroughly cooked. The numbing and spicy flavors are layered and harmonious. The meat is tender and juicy, the flavor penetrating to the bone. The chili oil," he pointed to the glistening oil in the dish, "is authentically cooked, fragrant, and not overly dry."
After saying that, he nodded slightly to Wang Sheng: "Not bad." Just those two words.
Wang Sheng's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, immediately settled, followed by a surge of immense joy! To receive a simple "Not bad" from this true master of Sichuan cuisine was an immense honor! "Thank you, Chef Li! Please continue to guide me!"
Li Dehai waved his hand: "The heat and flavor are both right. All that's left is to practice." He glanced at the bucket of braising liquid, "Keep the old braising liquid running, don't let it run dry." After saying that, he turned and walked out, his steps steady.
"Master Li, let me give you a ride!" Wang Sheng quickly followed.
"No need." Li Dehai didn't even turn his head. With his hands behind his back, he walked straight through the hall, which was starting to get lively, and his figure quickly disappeared at the entrance of the cafeteria. He came suddenly and left just as quickly.
Standing by the window, watching the direction the old man had disappeared in, Wang Sheng felt his frustration from the manpower shortage lessen considerably. With Li Dehai's approval, this rabbit head business was a sure thing!
At 7:00 sharp, the late-night food stalls opened on time.
Spicy rabbit heads! Freshly cooked spicy rabbit heads!
Lin Xiaowen's clear and crisp voice rang out.
The long queue instantly became agitated.
"It's here! I've been waiting forever!"
"It's actually my favorite!"
"Boss, three, to go!"
"I want five! I'll take them home and make my roommates drool!"
Wang Sheng and Chen Mo were in charge of packing the boxes, while Lin Xiaowen handled the cash register; they were extremely busy.
The unique, domineering yet alluring aroma of spicy braised meat spread out, stimulating everyone's taste buds.