At the age of twenty, Maha, who has been studying cooking for two years, has already stood in the position of Damu.

In the red kitchen and the chef's position, Maha can barely stand firm, and basically won't panic when reporting any dishes.

After Damu was teaching Maha, he felt much more relaxed. When he was free, he would even sit in the restaurant and watch the guests drink and observe their satisfaction.

After the overuse of the past two years, regular customers will praise Damu's delicious rice.

But I didn't know that it had been replaced by Maha, and Maha almost replicated Damu's cooking skills one by one.

The change came from one day when Maha's mother Ma Qi stood at the front desk after she finished her busy work.

Looking at Damu who was leisurely eating free fried beans in the corner, he stepped forward and asked, "Damu, how has my son learned recently?"

Damu smiled happily, took a sip of tea and stuffed a few beans: "I have nothing to teach Maha anymore. The only thing left is that practice makes perfect. Basically, a dish can taste 90% similar to what I cook, but the speed is slower than me. In another two years, if the taste is stronger when it catches up, it will be better than me."

Ma Qi didn't expect that Maha would learn this in two years.

Ma Qi spoke again: "Damu, have you learned everything in two years? Does my son have the talent to be a chef?"

"Yes, although I haven't taught anyone else. There is a reference item that is me. When I was learning with my master in the army, it may be because I was fighting most of the time, so I learned it for almost ten years before Maha's current level." Damu said thinking.

"I understand, you're busy with yours. Eat less beans, and you won't drink!" Ma Qi walked back to the front desk slowly.

The big wood, which was lit by Ma Qi, drank all the water in embarrassment, moved it to the kitchen to find something to do.

Ma Qi looked at the front desk and was thinking about something. His son Maha had finished learning?

This obviously exceeded Ma Qi's expectations, but in order to make sure that Damu did not hide his hand, Ma Qi also began to observe.

I found out that my son Maha had been in the kitchen all day, and Damu just went in and opened an extra stove for an hour or two when he was the busiest.

Most of the time, Damu is lazy in doing nothing.

Logically, being lazy under one's nose is to be fired.

But Ma Qi's personality, coupled with Damu really taught Maha, Ma Qi did not kill the donkey, after all, Damu was still helpful.

Thanks to Ma Qi's failure to kill the donkey, Damu has always been hiding the most important thing.

However, after Maha became the chef, Maqi couldn't sit still anymore. She was thinking that Maha was so talented. How could she take Maha further?

Just relying on the craftsmanship of Damu, the red hotel is just a red hotel.

If you can get the unique secret recipes from other big hotels, these secret recipes can be kept in the hands of your son Maha, then the red color will be very different in the future!

Thinking of this, Ma Qi also began to plan her own.

The Kerston Galaxy, there are many species on the three planets red, yellow and blue.

There are thousands of edible creatures at a rough calculation. Including the endless cooking techniques that emerge every year, there are even more varied.

But many chefs only have unique insights into one or two kinds of delicacies, and then they can already gain a foothold in a region in the changes in thousands of foods.

Ma Qi took this into consideration and deducted gold dollars to buy the chef's recipe in the red and difficult business environment.

The chefs are a hot item in the entire Kerston Galaxy, and the recipes and secrets are basically nothing to be passed down on.

Keeping it in your own hands is the capital you rely on, and your lifelong craftsmanship cannot be measured by gold and yuan.

But Ma Qi didn't know at first why most chefs would reject the money. Those who agreed to give the recipe and after spending a lot of money to get it, what Maha made was completely different.

Ma Qi asked, "This is a hoof pot that cost 5,000 yuan. How does it taste?"

A pot of the hoofed beast's hoofed pot was opened and one was taken out. It smelled quite fragrant, but Maha took a bite and shook his head.

Damu also picked up one on the side, and after eating two bites, he smiled without saying a word.

"It's very bad? Isn't it possible? Are you sure you came according to the recipe I gave?" Ma Qi asked Maha.

Looking at Maha nodding, Maqi also took out a piece and took a bite.

"Bao, how come there is still sand!" Ma Qi frowned, thinking that she could buy a new dish for Chi Se, and let Maha learn new skills but failed.

At this time, Damu murmured to himself: "How could the other party give you the real one? If they really give you the real one, they will stop working? Will the chef in the restaurant over there cause trouble for themselves? I am afraid that the only one in this world will be so stupid."

Ma Qi was stunned for a moment before realizing that Damu, who had been free before, was indeed a bad boss, and his son would fire Damu after he learned it.

"No, I'm so angry. I'm going to get the money back!" Ma Qi ran out of the door angrily.

Maha planned to chase after him, but was caught by Damu: "Don't go, there will be a fight if there are too many people."

"Master, do you know the consequences of going there? Why do you say that there are too many people and fight?" Maha asked back.

"Your mother alone should be fine, and you're afraid you're going to fight. When your mother says you're doing something different, the other party knows that you are a chef, and will definitely fight on purpose. If you attack your hands, it will be useless if you really hurt your hands. Don't worry, your mother will not get back the money. You should be even more angry after coming back, right? After all, the other party's boss must be standing by his own chef." After saying that, Damu walked to the side and sat down, took out a handful of fried beans from his pocket.

Half an hour later, Maha took out the plate and saw Ma Qi coming back when he saw him angry.

"Mom? Didn't the fight start?" Maha asked.

Ma Qi stomped his feet to the front desk: "Is he still a cook? He can't stop talking about his mouth, so what's wrong? That's a human problem and has nothing to do with the secret recipe. You can spend a lot of money to ask the other party to cook in his own restaurant, so everything will be solved? I asked why there is sand, and he said, "Is it necessary to say that going sand? Do you have to start with chopping firewood?"

Ma Qi was obviously angry, and Maha immediately brought a cup of tea: "Mom, forget it, I won't spend money to suffer in the future. There will definitely be no one who is willing to hand over the good things. Just like Master Damu, it's a good example."

"What do I mean that I don't like? He doesn't work!" Ma Qi became angry.

Maha said at this time: "On the other hand, if he did it, then I would have nothing to do. I was going to speed up. You see, Master Damu has nothing to do, but before every dish is served, he will taste it. If there is any problem, I will remake it, it is not really useless."

At this time, Ma Qi suddenly realized it, and of course she also had an idea of ​​what she said to teach her disciple to starve the master to death.

It is true that I am helping my son because the other party is helping me. If Damu just teaches an outsider and starts to be lazy, I will definitely fire him.

Ma Qi was so angry that she calmed down when she thought of this, and then said, "Son, don't worry, I'll have a solution!"

After all, it is the capital that depends on for survival, and it is difficult to impress the other party with money. Unless your own money can make the other party worry-free, the red income cannot afford that much money.

But as a woman, Ma Qi also knew the weaknesses of men and started her own plan.

Red Hotel has illegal business.

But because of these businesses, a group of women in the slums have been supported.

Ma Qimo's default is to this point, but it will not be said openly.

These women have a huge age span and all have a characteristic, which is that they are born in slums and are born with miserable people.

But what if you have the opportunity to stop doing this job, or you can get more rewards with less effort?

Of course, if a woman is willing, Ma Qi recruited a group of faces with beautiful faces and clean identities.

Before the other party stepped into the quagmire, he pulled it first.

Put the money that was originally used to buy secret recipes into them, dress up beautifully, and teach them every word and action.

In order to make himself successful, Ma Qi also asked how the Damu army was managed.

After a set of procedures, half a year later, the team of more than 30 people was compressed to thirteen people.

They all knew what would happen if they didn't have Ma Qi.

The task Ma Qi gave them was also very simple, using what she learned to get more useful information.

During one encounter, coincidence, encounter and love at first sight, chefs from restaurants in various places met the woman they should meet the most in their lives.

Gentle and elegant, well-educated, and every word and action are all red ropes thrown by Ma Qi.

The rope was tied to the neck, and the rest was waiting to close the net.

Sweet dream nets inadvertently entangled these chefs and began to pull them slowly.

On drunken nights, the chefs were confused and told their secret recipes.

Of course, there are also people who are confused but are beaten to death and refuse to say it. But my confidant said, "If you don't say it, I will tell your wife. I won't go home to sleep not because the restaurant is busy, but because you have made an appointment with me tonight."

Helplessly, he also handed over the secret recipe under the turn of the woman.

These secret recipes, intentionally or unintentionally revealed, were secretly collected by Ma Qi.

Thinking about the things that were once unchanged from real money and silver, now all the gentle lands are done.

And the women trained by Ma Qi are also glad that they only need to tease their goals and do not need to sell anything to be able to feed or even be rich.

All the secret recipes Ma Qi got were handed over to Maha.

This time, after trying Maha for a few days, you can add a new dish to Chi.

But Ma Qi was not in a hurry to let Maha add new dishes again and again, the reason was very simple.

I also listened to Damu's opinions. If there are many dishes that can be eaten in other places, the red color will be the same and it is cheaper.

The owners of other restaurants didn't believe it, so they came to taste it secretly and found that the taste was almost exactly the same.

I will go back and ask my own chef what's going on. If a chef loses his skills, he will either tell the truth or not say he is abandoned.

This will offend the chef and the boss. At that time, the only thing that will be affected by Red will be the target of public criticism.

So packaging is very important, and Ma Qi got inspiration in the direction of packaging girls.

I plan to pack Maha and Damu like I do.

At the age of twenty-four, Maha could already make all the famous dishes on the market, and could even raise these special dishes to a higher level according to his own level.

Ma Qi started to spend money to promote it. Hongxing came with a chef code name Chihong. He would cook any dish that anyone thinks is delicious.

When the old customers thought Maha and Damu were fighting this Red, they didn't know that when Maha and Damu were together, they were the red body.
To be continued...