Chapter 49 - Chapter 49: Chapter 049: Headache (1/2)

Chapter 49: Chapter 049: Headache

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That drunken customer, wouldn’t he get angry, slam the table, throw the chopsticks, and smash the cups?

Since this has happened before, Ma Tong didn’t dare to neglect, he rubbed his hands together and looked pleadingly at Zhang Yongchang after checking the kitchen, “Uncle Zhang, don’t we still have tofu?”

“Can you eat that tofu? For humans to eat?” Zhang Yongchang gave the waiter a stern look: “Sending out tofu will probably ruin my reputation!”

“Just tell the people outside that the brown sauce tofu is not available today. If they come early tomorrow, it will be.”

Zhang Yongchang said and went on to cook other dishes without giving any heed to the waiter.

The fire on the stove was blazing, and Zhang Yongchang flipped the spoon forcefully. The flames that erupted seemingly consumed the entire pot, lighting up the entire kitchen with a fiery glow.

Seeing that Zhang Yongchang wasn’t willing to cook any more dishes and fearing potential hassles with the customers, Ma Tong had no choice but to inform Feng Yongkang of the situation.

“Really?” Feng Yongkang furrowed his brow.

“I too find it extremely strange,” Ma Tong’s brow was furrowed even more than Feng Yongkang’s, saying, “I don’t know why Uncle Zhang suddenly dislikes Changji’s tofu. Didn’t he always say that Changji’s tofu was the best, and no tofu could match it? How come that within a few days, he says that Changji’s tofu is inedible?”

Moreover, Changji’s tofu is delicious.

“Okay, I got it.” Feng Yongkang dismissively raised his hand.

“Well, shop manager, how should I reply to the customers…”

“Just tell them that we didn’t prepare enough tofu today, serve them a dish of peanuts as compensation.” Feng Yongkang ordered.

So, no dishes will be served after all.

Upon hearing this, Ma Tong felt instantly dispirited.

Even if they encounter customers with good tempers who don’t flip tables or smash plates, they will definitely complain about the absence of this signature dish, and he’ll have to plaster on a grin to service them well.

But who made him a waiter? Waiters have to do this dirty work.

Ma Tong sighed to himself, headed to the front hall, thinking about what to say to the customers.

Feng Yongkang went to the kitchen.

At this point, the kitchen wasn’t too busy. Zhang Yongchang was finishing up the additional orders, and the assistants were tidying up under his orders.

Zhang Yongchang was a stern and perfectionist man. His kitchen was always expected to be immaculate with no room for chaos. Right now, the assistants were working diligently, while Zhang Yongchang was heating the knives over the fire to remove the water vapor from the blades, preventing them from rusting.