The head chef of the pastry departnt was a young chef wearing skull earrings and retro round glasses on the bridge of his nose, probably around twenty-seven or eight years old. He pointed to the pastry departnt and said:
"Co on, Director Lin, check it thoroughly. If there’s anything wrong, I’ll fix it right away. Feel free to check and look around."
This attitude was completely different from that of the soup departnt.
While Lin Xu was feeling emotional, Qi Zhentao next to him said:
"Siming, stop making trouble, Chef Lin is here to improve things."
Siming?
Recalling Qi Siliang, whom he had just fired, Lin Xu turned to Qi Zhentao and asked:
"Is this head chef also a family mber of yours?"
"Yes, he’s my son, Qi Siming. Sorry for making you laugh, Director Lin."
Lin Xu looked at the skull earring on Qi Siming’s ear and then at the helpless expression on Qi Zhentao’s face. He felt deeply moved, thinking that old Qi really raised a rather rebellious child.
But it’s precisely because he’s Qi Zhentao’s son that the pastry departnt dared to hang a banner to express their welco, right?
Qi Siming smiled at Lin Xu and said:
"Director Lin, although my dad is a red chef, I’ve never liked red cuisine since I was a kid. I just feel that pastry is more fun and creative."
Lin Xu saw the shadow of brothers Xie Yufei and Xie Yuhang in him.
If he hadn’t intervened earlier, those brothers would probably have grown up like this.
When asked to go east, they’d deliberately go west, doing everything the opposite of what their parents wanted.
With an excited look on his face, Qi Siming addressed the surrounding pastry chefs:
"Don’t just stand there, hand in your work, hand in your work. It’s rare for Boss Lin to visit, so let him see our pastry chefs’ skills and give us so guidance."
This attitude made Lin Xu feel as if school kids, who had just finished howork at the end of the holidays, couldn’t wait for the teacher to review it.
Very soon, these pastry chefs presented their respective pastry creations.
"Boss Lin, this is a football pastry made with black and white pastry sheets, based on the Doodle Cake you taught."
"This is an orange pastry made according to Chef Xie’s thod."
"This is a thousand-layer golden-edge lotus cake."
"Co, co, Boss Lin, look at mine. I made a panda pastry."
"..."
Lin Xu looked at each one and found that everyone’s skills were extrely delicate. Even if any of these were uploaded online, they’d make everyone exclaim in awe within three seconds.
He never thought Yanjing Hotel’s pastry departnt would be so strong.
When he saw Qi Siming’s work, he was even more shocked.
Having learned about Qi Siming’s identity, Lin Xu instinctively thought this rebellious young guy, becoming the head chef of the pastry departnt at Yanjing Hotel at such a young age, must have benefited from nepotism.
However, seeing the lifelike motorcycle displayed in front, he realized that Qi Siming earned his position through sheer talent.
One could say, even if he went to the talent-filled Fishing Platform, with the skill of making dough into motorcycles, he could still land a head chef role in the pastry departnt.
This motorcycle was made very realistically, and it was the most popular Ducati model.
The red body evoked the famous saying, "There’s nothing redder than a Ducati, nothing greener than a Kawasaki."
"This is my bike; even the license plate is mine. I used a thod where the fra is first deep-fried to set its shape, then it’s stead. During the steaming, I added red rice flour and lard, making the color so bright red."
This bike isn’t cheap, costing about half a million.
The more Lin Xu looked, the more he found it beautiful:
"Chef Qi, let’s shoot a show together soti. You can teach how to make this motorcycle. It’s so beautiful that the more you look at it, the more you like it."
Hearing this, Qi Siming’s eyes lit up imdiately:
"No problem, no problem. I love watching the videos you shoot. Can we shoot with Dundun as well? I made a Dundun pastry once before, but I stopped because I thought it was unlucky."
Dundun pastry?
The surprise was written all over Lin Xu’s face.
Wow, you’re really a hardcore fan.
But the Dundun pastry... it sounds quite tempting to taste.
He looked at this group of pastry chefs and asked:
"Do you all have your own video accounts online?"
Qi Siming shook his head in frustration:
"We do, but we don’t have many followers. We’re good at making things but not good at shooting. We had an MCN agency approach us, but their terms were too aggressive, so we didn’t agree."
"Then sign up with my company. Sign as individuals first, then sign with the entire pastry departnt. Later, we’ll have professional photographers and editing teachers help improve your video quality. There’s no way you won’t gain followers."
He never expected to gain such a benefit from just visiting the pastry departnt.
Qi Zhentao originally thought his son was just fooling around, but never imagined he might beco an internet celebrity like Lin Xu, so his face imdiately showed a gratified smile.
Lin Xu took out his phone and recorded all their works to post in the group chat.
The once silent WeChat group imdiately ca alive.
"Are these all desserts?"
"They look so delicious, who made them?"
"Aren’t you at Yanjing Hotel? Why so many desserts all of a sudden."
"This girl has no resistance to such delicacies, really wants to bite the engine off the motorcycle."
Lin Xu saw Chen Yan’s comnt in the group and imdiately tagged her:
"Stop thinking about the engine. Hurry over to Yanjing Hotel with the contracts and sign all these pastry chefs up. They’ll be our people in the future."
"Sure, brother-in-law, I’m on my way!"
After Chen Yan agreed, she rushed to Yanjing Hotel.
Zeng Xiaoqi sent a pitiful emoji:
"Boss Lin, could you bring these pastry chefs to the TV station to film a few episodes? The World Cup is about to start, making so football pastries would be so fitting."
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