Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

It turns out.

Qin Jingru is really cruel.

Not everyone is like Cao Wei, carrying with them experiences from their previous life.

He has had an ex-girlfriend in almost every job in a restaurant, from the kitchen to the front desk to the management, so he has plenty of experience in this area.

If Cao Leyao doesn’t have it, you have to walk over it step by step.

"In this kitchen, most of the tricks are in the ingredients." While instructing his boss in cooking, Sha Zhu passed on his experience to Cao Leyao: "There are always some bad ingredients. There is no fixed number for how bad they are."

"Why is there no fixed number?" Cao Leyao didn't understand: "Aren't those things all sent from our own farm?"

Sha Zhu was amused: "Silly girl, we deliver so many vegetables every day. If there is a bump on the road, some of the precious vegetables will rot before they reach the ground. Even if they are not rotten, they can't be served on the table. We have this kind of vegetables every day, here, look."

Sha Zhu picked up the bad vegetables nearby and handed them to Cao Leyao.

Cao Leyao took it and looked at it, and indeed, it had wilted.

"This is not like steel rolling or assembly line work. The more experience and technology you have, the less bad things will happen. This is because as the quantity increases, the more bad things will happen. We have high standards for selecting products. Sometimes, 3% or 5% of the vegetables we get back in a day will be bad. It's not uncommon. When we're lucky, there won't be any bad things at all, which is also normal."

"Hey, this is because your father is relatively strict about quality control. Before coming here, this dish has already been screened over there."

"With such an ups and downs and unstable situation, there is room for manipulation. You should ask that old guy Wei Wei about this. Think about the days when he was in the steel mill. Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

"That shouldn't be too much."

"Not too many?" Sha Zhu laughed: "Silly girl, don't even mention how many people our headquarters of Samadhi Tower can serve in a day. Just say how many people my small shop can serve in a day? Well, I don't steal much, just a little bit every day. How much do you think I can eat in a month?"

"This……"

Cao Leyao knew the purchasing amount of the restaurant kitchen.

"Well, forget about it. Actually, I don't cook that much. According to Lao Cao, I'm taking the high-end route. Ordinary people would feel a little sorry if they only eat this meal once a year. I don't use much. You can think about it. If this is done by the Samadhi Canteen..."

Under Samadhi Tower, there are two main types of products, one high-end and the other low-end.

The low-end ones include the Samadhi Canteen, the braised meat restaurant, and the places selling fried chicken and hamburgers.

The high-end relies on the craftsmanship of the master, while the low-end relies on quantity.

"Seriously, people like us who are chefs by profession would most likely not do such a thing. It's not certain about the canteens and the braised meat shops. You know, our screening standards are strict, but we can't stand people tampering with them. Whether there are any problems in the Samadhi Canteen, which has the largest volume, it depends on you to figure it out." Sha Zhu spoke out his analysis carelessly, and he was not afraid of offending anyone.

That's the thing, he knows those people too well.

Especially those people who cannot improve their skills and are jealous of others making money, don't they have to think of ways to deal with these things?

Cao Leyao seemed to be thinking about something.

"What about the others?"

"Others are probably tampering with the dishes. For example, I set a certain size for a portion of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. When the dish is actually served, there is a little less, and then slowly, one more portion is served. The money from the sale of this portion is mine. This is something that only the more powerful restaurants would do. This kind of trick is to deal with the inspectors."

"But I didn't. I'm an honest man, honest from beginning to end, and I never do such things."

"He's honest." Qin Huairu was amused by the question raised by Cao Leyao: "Back then, it was him who brought lunch boxes home without thinking about the importance of money. If it wasn't for the uncle who solved the problem back then, who knows how many families would be missing him."

"Ah?" Cao Leyao was dumbfounded. Could that silly uncle who looked honest and loyal be so bad?

"That's right." Lou Xiao'e nodded aside: "You may not have any impression, after all, when you were born, your father's cooking skills allowed him to earn ten yuan a trip. Even if he didn't get anything, he could always bring back all kinds of chicken, duck, fish and meat. Your family never went hungry. Oh, no, Huairu's family never went hungry either..."

"Even so, your father came back quietly, and ate quietly. But that idiot Shazhu was so loud and bragging, afraid that others would not know that he was getting benefits from the factory."

"Ah, so no one reported him?" Cao Leyao didn't understand.

"Report? Not that he didn't, but at that time, he should have taken the money. What he took was usually given to him by his superiors as a hush money. Later, after marrying Qi Su, he gradually kept a low profile and stopped doing those things. But if you say he is honest, that's nonsense."

"No, what I mean is whether there is any problem with the Samadhi Dining Hall."

Lou Xiao'e and Qin Huairu looked at each other and said in unison: "Not yet."

"What does not mean for the time being?"

"This needs to be considered in the context of social background." Qin Huairu has learned a lot over the years: "In the past, when I was working at the steel mill, there was basically no such thing as greed. Oh, of course, Li Huaide was special. Most people's wages are actually pretty much the same. Although there is still a gap between a first-level fitter and an eighth-level fitter, at least they have great skills. Take Master Yi for example, the money he earns every month is not much different from that of the factory director."

"Against this background, anyone who has evil intentions will be the enemy of us, and the enemy must be defeated."

"Later, when the benefits were up but the wages were not, some people started to have evil ideas. They thought of this selling point, that selling point, do you think the higher-ups didn't know? No, they knew, but there was nothing they could do. They couldn't pay the wages, so what could they do? The steel mills were relatively good, but some factories were simply emptied out. There was no other way."

"Our Samadhi Building is probably at the first stage of a steel mill." Qin Huairu counted on her fingers: "The method your father set basically guarantees the spiritual and financial needs, so not many people want to make trouble."