Chapter 79: Chapter 47
"Are you still not done?" Zhu Yun, her eyes hazy with sleep, stepped forward to hurry him along. "Is it that hard to calculate? Itâs fine, really. We can just put it off for a few days. Thatâll give me time to train the other chefs anyway."
Chu Shenyu pulled her into his arms and lovingly pecked her smooth, pink cheek. "Iâm already done. Iâm just worried about you rationing everyoneâs food, only letting them eat until theyâre seventy percent full. Arenât you afraid theyâll cause trouble?"
"Growing boys can eat you out of house and home. When they get hungry, theyâre like little calves. Theyâll definitely act up if they donât get enough to eat. Besides, a lot of the factory workers are young people, eighteen or nineteen, and every one of them has a huge appetite."
"The main thing is that other places let you eat your fill. If we restrict their portions, thereâs going to be trouble sooner or later."
Zhu Yun shook her head to clear it, then said with a proud smile, "Mr. Chu, youâre a top-tier technician at the factory; thereâs nothing that can stump you. But when it comes to cooking, youâre no match for me."
"With the same amount of food, I can make people feel like theyâre fifty percent full, seventy percent full, a hundred percent full, or even one hundred and twenty percent full."
This was the first time Chu Shenyu had ever heard such a thing, and he couldnât help but ask, "How do you do that?"
Zhu Yun wrapped her arms around his neck, raised an eyebrow, and continued to smile. "Serve your little mistress well, and maybe Iâll tell you."
Chu Shenyuâs gaze deepened. He already had no resistance to her whatsoever, and now she was actively teasing him. The fire inside him was like a flame licking dry straw; in an instant, it flared with the power to scorch the heavens and destroy the earth.
In the end, looking at the woman who had fallen into a deep sleep, exhausted, with a moist sheen at the corners of her eyes, he couldnât help but chuckle. "I really fell for your tricks!"
Chu Shenyu had already calculated the data Zhu Yun needed and had written it all out with detailed notes.
Zhu Yun rubbed her aching lower back. It was a blissful yet agonizing feeling. âMen really shouldnât be provoked,â she thought. âOnce they get a taste, they have no self-control.â She wondered how many other wives couldnât get out of bed because their husbands had eaten their fill the day before and had all that excess energy to burn.
âSo, you canât let people get too full. Theyâre more likely to cause trouble when theyâve eaten their fill!â
By the time Zhu Yun arrived at the cafeteria, the head chefs from the four cafeterias had already been assembled by Director Wang on the small training ground next to Cafeteria No. 1. It seemed training soldiers ran in the family; Director Wang was also putting the group of burly men and matronly women through a few minutes of drills.
The chefs from Cafeteria No. 1 were already completely won over by Zhu Yun, as they had witnessed her meteoric rise since she started. But the head chefs from the other cafeterias were listless, their eyelids drooping. The directors and deputy directors of those cafeterias, in particular, were extremely lax and unwilling to cooperate.
âWeâre all head chefs. Who among us, working at a factory like this, doesnât have a few signature dishes?â
âHow big of a difference could there really be?â
âWhatâs more, sheâs so young, and most importantly, sheâs ridiculously beautiful. The general consensus was that she had connections.â
âTo put it bluntly, she probably slept her way to the top. Otherwise, how could a little slip of a girl be put in charge of all four cafeterias?â
âGive us a few pointers? As if we need any advice from her!â
âWho the hell does she think she is?â
The more they thought about it, the more they believed it. They were grown men being treated like monkeys for someoneâs amusement. A fire of anger began to smolder, but they were afraid of losing their jobs. If they didnât let it out, though... a head chefâs temper, built up over so many years, was nothing to joke about.
Zhu Yun walked forward. Before Director Wang could say anything, a tall, skinny man with hooded eyes spoke, his gaze cold. "Well, well, look what we have here. A new leader with quite the attitude, making all of us wait for her."
Director Wang frowned and reprimanded in a low voice, "Director Gao, this is the factoryâs decision. It doesnât matter how many years youâve been old-timers here. If your skills canât measure up to Director Yunâs, then you have to follow orders!"
Director Gao sneered, "Culinary skill is hard to judge. Some people are good at meat dishes, others are good at vegetable dishes. You canât just compare her strengths to our weaknesses, can you?"
Zhu Yun pressed her lips into a small smile. "Then why donât you, Director Gao, use your specialty, and we can have a little competition?"
Director Gao looked at her coldly. Though he knew she was extremely beautiful, his eyes didnât hide his disgust in the slightest. "Wouldnât that be an unfair victory for me?"
"How could it be?" Zhu Yun, her hands behind her back, glanced casually at the crowd. "Director Gao, you yourself said that culinary skill is hard to judge. If your other dishes arenât as good as mine, and even your most prized dish isnât as good as mine, then tell me, who would be the better chef?"
Director Gao scoffed and said with great arrogance, "Thereâs no such hypothetical!"
Zhu Yun smiled faintly. "Director Gao, Iâm a simple person. My only good quality is that Iâm very reasonable. The leadership appointed me as a deputy director to assist Director Wang. If youâre dissatisfied with me, youâre more than welcome to take my place. After all, none of us are getting paid to do nothing. If you donât have real skill, you shouldnât take on such a demanding job."