"Are two lamb legs enough?"
Unlike Qi Siliang who is quite clueless, Qi Siming imdiately understood what was ant. Upon hearing that the Soup Departnt was short on lamb legs, he went to the warehouse to fetch two.
"That’s enough, thank you, Head Chef."
Lin Xu hefted the two lamb legs and casually handed them to a few assistant chefs, instructing them to start preparing.
Qi Siming said:
"The warehouse manager is nad Wang Chao. He’s one of my dad’s adopted sons, quite talentless, only good at bootlicking and using borrowed authority. I’ve just taught him a lesson; should we fire him?"
He was curious why soone who could be dismissed with a single word would have to go through the hassle of appointing a Head Chef.
Lin Xu laughed and said:
"Even if I fire him, who knows who will take charge of the warehouse next? Let’s leave it for now. I’ll wait until I’ve fully understood the whole kitchen operation before making a decision."
After all, the residency quota isn’t coming anyti soon, so even if I get Yanjing Restaurant in perfect order within a day, it’s likely not until the end of the year that I get a quota.
This is a good chance to hone my managent skills.
In the future, I’ll let the company develop similar ventures.
I’ve got loads of resources, why not make use of them?
Soon, the Soup Departnt folks deboned the lamb legs.
To make lamb soup, the bones and at need to be separated, or else the at gets overcooked before the bone aroma erges, which would be a disaster.
The best lamb soup is made in those lamb soup restaurants, using a giant pot with various lamb bones like spinal, leg, and knuckle bones at the bottom, topped with whole lamb at and legs.
Only this way does the soup beco aromatic and fresh.
With so free ti, Lin Xu wrote down the recipe for dipping sauce lamb, asking the Soup Departnt to prepare it for the kitchen chefs to taste at lunchti.
Leaving here, Lin Xu took a stroll through other departnts, then made his way to the warehouse.
Just as he arrived at the door, he saw a bald man in his thirties wiping blood from his nose with a tissue.
This should be Wang Chao, right?
Qi Siming ntioned he’d taught him a lesson, and Lin Xu thought it was just a scolding. But judging from the scene, Qi Siming’s scolding Kung Fu doesn’t seem impressive.
Thus, he opted for action.
The blood-stained tissues overflowing from the trash bin showed that Qi Siming hit quite hard; otherwise, there wouldn’t be so much blood.
"Bring the warehouse’s dispatch slips, let have a look."
In high-end restaurants, the warehouse is specially managed.
Whatever ingredients a departnt receives must be recorded to track the complete usage process if flaws appear, and it makes bookkeeping convenient, preventing embezzlent situations.
"Who are you... Oh, Director Lin, why are you looking at this?"
"Nothing much, just browsing."
Soon, this person handed over a ledger.
Have to admit, Wang Chao is sowhat responsible, even enduring the pain of a bloody nose to record the two lamb legs.
"Pastry Departnt Qi Siming received two lamb legs, weight 9KG"
Nine kilograms, equivalent to eighteen pounds.
But Lin Xu just hefted those two lamb legs, totaling only eleven pounds eight ounces, quite a few pounds off from what’s listed on the dispatch slip.
"Director Lin, are you done looking? I still need to do a summary."
Lin Xu casually flipped through a couple of pages, then handed the dispatch slip back to Wang Chao, asking:
"May I look at the purchase slips?"
"Sure... Director Lin, what exactly are you up to? Auditing ?"
Lin Xu retorted:
"Isn’t it a regular activity? Any objections?"
"None... no objections, just asking casually. Here’s the purchase slip."
Taking the notebook, he flipped through a few pages casually, growing more surprised.
Yanjing Restaurant’s business is average, yet the notebook records fifty pounds of ginger and sixty pounds of garlic arriving every day, with various dried chili amounting to fifty pounds.
Even star anise and bay leaves are used ten pounds daily.
Goodness, even Lin Ji’s kitchen doesn’t reach such usage levels.
Initially, he planned to keep Wang Chao, waiting to find a suitable replacent for him later, but now it seems he should forget it.
If he keeps stealing like this, the whole Yanjing Restaurant will collapse.
From this perspective, Qi Zhentao is truly derelict.
An Executive Head Chef is essentially a managerial position, with skills secondary, but this Head Chef focuses solely on technical skills, with managent a ss.
Totally back to front.
If it’s just disarray in managent that’s tolerable, but the theft being this blatant, even those Fishing Platform warlords like my senior and old Dai wouldn’t dare do this, yet a re restaurant storekeeper acts so audaciously.
Seems, Qi Zhentao should honestly remain a technical head chef, as for the Executive Head Chef position, better to let the more suitable person have it.
Lin Xu took out his phone, sending a ssage to old Huang:
"Do you have supply records for Yanjing Restaurant from here?"
"Yes, those bastards even asked to cook the books for them, I refused, they then threatened to switch suppliers, I have all the chat records saved, if they dare switch, I’ll report them!"
Well, well!
Earlier I worried about how to collect evidence, ssaging old Huang was also for comparison, and to ask if he was involved in this.
Now it appears, the kitchen rectification at Yanjing Restaurant will be much easier than imagined.
He replied:
"Hurry to Yanjing Restaurant, the warehouse manager is cooking the books, I plan to report to the police, you can be a witness and simultaneously bring out the evidence of them threatening you. Since we’re cleansing pests, let’s clean it all!"
"Okay, on my way!"
As the ssages were being sent, Wang Chao, finally done wiping his nose, asked:
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