"Can I come in?" Old Ah Naili changed into casual clothes and stood at the kitchen door and looked inside. His butler followed reluctantly.

"Now this is your territory." Zhang Yanming replied.

"Mr. Ah Naili." Sun Hongye and the manager smiled and greeted Old Ah Naili.

"I felt a little hungry after sleeping for a while. Now I am really old and my health is not as good as before." Old Ah Naili said casually and walked in: "What are you preparing for? Zhang."

"We don't have professional Italian cuisine chefs here, so I have to do it myself. If you find that it is not that good for the taste, please don't say it out. You have to pretend that it looks delicious."

"Okay, I'm sure I won't say it's bad, don't worry."

Old Ah walked to Zhang Yanming and looked at the dough he kneaded, then reached out and poked: "Duran?"

"Well, fortunately I can buy this kind of flour. Few people here eat it. It's too hard and doesn't fit our living habits."

"Of course, it is the pride of the Italians. It is normal for you to not like the food God has given to the Italians."

"The noodles were passed down from China, not given by God."

"But it's not." The old man didn't care. He turned his head and looked around. He probably knew what Zhang Yanming was going to do. He was so excited that he rolled up his sleeves: "I'm here to make soup. I'm very good at making soup, although I don't make it often."

"Are you sure? Mr. Lawyer."

"Of course." The old man was very excited, and it seemed that he really wanted to do something.

Zhang Yanming was not polite anymore, so he asked the young chef to get a Western-style kitchen knife to the old man, and then helped him take the dishes he wanted. He was kneading the dough himself and couldn't stop his hand.

"My wife wants to eat macaroni, what noodles do you want to eat?"

"Macaroni? You can make some mushroom butterfly noodles, and a little meat sauce noodles. Red sauce."

Their butterfly noodles are eaten as dishes and are cooked and stir-fried. It is actually difficult to clearly separate the rice and dishes of foreigners.

Zhang Yanming nodded, made an OK gesture, and started rolling the noodles. The macaroni was a bit more troublesome, and it needed to be rolled up and baked, and the others were much simpler.

What’s different from us is that pasta sounds so many types, but in fact there is no difference between the materials and methods, but the shape is different, such as cutting into squares and triangles, which are two sides.

The actual difference is that the flavors of the prepared soup are different, but there are only a few types, usually red sauce (minced tomato meat), green sauce (minced garlic and olive oil), black pepper sauce and cream.

The addition of Lao A's power completely confused the two chefs. The kitchen became a scene of English live class. They couldn't understand at all, so they could only watch Zhang Yanming silently. Torment.

...

"Zhang, I have to say that you are very talented in the kitchen and can become a chef." Old Ah Naili was very satisfied with Zhang Yanming's craftsmanship, and even the old housekeeper who had been holding his face was much more kind.

Foreigners respect craftsmen very much, and the status of a good chef is very high, which is a compliment.

"I don't want to be a chef. I learn to cook for my children and my wife. I hope they can eat satisfactory meals every day, which will increase a lot of happiness."

"Of course, food and music are the source of happiness, and your wife and children must be happy, lucky people."

"Thank you." Sun Hongye said thank you happily.

"Where do the boss cook for you?" The manager murmured in Sun Hongye's ear.

"Ah, I want to eat whatever my daughter wants to eat, he does whatever she wants, and she does it better than a chef. He likes doing housework."

"Ah? Is it right? Wash clothes, cook and take care of the children? You won't even have to clean up the house, right?"

"Hehe, I just need to deal with myself. I can't find a job, and his eyes are quick and easy."

"...It's really unimaginable. You're so happy. Don't you have a nanny at home?"

"It's really not. There are just a few aunts who clean up the yard, wiping the corridor, etc., so they don't need them in the house. Our whole family cleans up our own house."

"It's really OK. You have found a treasure. Why can't I meet such a man? My family doesn't even wash the socks, and it's good not to give you any harm. If you don't do anything, you can't do it well."

"Just do you well?"

"...Bah, can you be careful, boss?"

"What flavor do you want from Hongye macaroni?"

"It's the same as Mr. Ahnili, it's easy to get some trouble. It's too troublesome to have a few flavors just like this."

Zhang Yanming stuffed the pie on his hand into the oven and adjusted the heat, turned to make the meat sauce.

Lao Ah Naili prepared green sauce on the side and tasted his own work with his fingers. He licked his fingers clean and clattered his mouth, and nodded with satisfaction.

The butler watched while watching, but his mouth moved but still said nothing, with an expression that was inconvenient to pull.

"There is no difference between the big guy and us." The manager opened his eyes today.

"What do you want to make a difference?" Sun Hongye played with the remaining dough, wanting to pinch Zhang Yanming's face. But he obviously overestimated himself.

"People are always used to imagining things they don't understand for no reason. Just like primary school students are surprised when they see teachers eating and going to the bathroom. In fact, everyone is the same, and there is no difference in the essence of life."

Zhang Yanming continued, saying that it was just in English, so as not to understand Lao A-Nianli and the butler could not understand. He was also reminding the manager not to always mutter in Mandarin, so as not to make people feel more worried.

The two chefs followed Zhang Yanming's instructions to work together and chopped vegetables and meat, looking like they were studying seriously. They were indeed studying.

"Are you preparing there too?" Zhang Yanming asked the manager.

"Well, the chefs from the province are working on it, our people are helping, and today they have all Italian meals, and so are the staff meals."

"Well, try it all. You can change your taste every once in a while in the future, so that you can learn more about it. It will be stranger when you are rare, and you will get used to it when you look at it more, which will also be helpful to your work."

"I plan to organize employees to go out and take turns to some popular tourist areas to experience the local hotel service industry and catering situation."

Sun Hongye closed her hair and had some dough on her ears. Zhang Yanming reached out to help her take it off: "The starting point is good, but how can it be useful? It needs to be thought about it carefully."

“It’s not enough to experience it yourself?”

"That's just the surface, good or bad, and you should understand why. Most of the time we feel it depends on our own habits, and this is fine for ordinary people.

But as a practitioner and an insider in the tourism service industry, if you just have such a superficial experience, it will be meaningless.

We must put aside our own habits to discover problems, understand the reasons behind them, and why. Where are you ready to go?"

"Foot basin, don't you always say that their service industry is worth learning? Go to the middle level."

"It's OK. I'll help you make a form, so you can refer to it then."

“Zhang, I think you should consider private butler service.

It would be a blessing for a person to arrive in a strange place and to have a housekeeper who is very familiar with the local situation and can provide comprehensive services."

Lao Ah Naili made a suggestion: "I went to many places when I was young and I was deeply impressed by this kind of private housekeeper service. I could even call out a few people's names."
Chapter completed!