As soon as he said these words, Song Yutang instantly realized that this old man was the same He Bingzheng who competed with her for recipes at the auction last time.
It is said that he is the direct descendant of the cooking god He Shuangxi and the head of the He family.
He is also the chairman of He Family Catering Group.
As soon as he finished speaking, the people behind him began to whisper among themselves.
My eyes scanned the restaurant sign.
Even a fool can see that he has bad intentions in this battle.
To put it simply, I should be here to play.
Song Yutang frowned slightly and was about to step forward when Jiang Guoqiang reached out his hand to stop her and whispered, "I'll go talk to him."
Song Yutang paused in his steps and looked over in surprise.
Jiang Guoqiang gave her a reassuring look, stretched out his hand to straighten the chef's hat on his head, and shook out the chef's uniform.
Then he walked up to He Bingzheng with his head held high and said, "It turns out to be Chairman He. I'm glad to meet you. I wonder which dishes you would like to learn from coming all the way? And how do you want to ask for advice?"
He Bingzheng did not expect that Jiang Guoqiang, who was rumored to be honest and honest, would dare to confront him head-on in front of so many people.
But he didn't show it, and pointed to the people behind him with a smile, "These are the leading gourmets in the country, and they often serve as judges in major gourmet cooking competitions. I thought that since we are all descendants of the God of Cooking, we can't embarrass ourselves like a grass-roots team. Today, I specially invited these judges to give us a testimony."
Jiang Guoqiang glanced at the group of gourmets one by one, and finally shook his head. "I can't do that, I refuse."
The faces of the gourmets turned ugly on the spot.
He Bingzheng's face darkened, and his tone was a bit heavier than before. "Chef Jiang, what do you mean? These are top gourmets, resident judges of major food competitions, and often appear on TV. Their tongues are ranked among the best in the world."
He reached out and pointed to the people behind him one by one. "This is the consultant for last year's Michelin restaurant selection. This is the author of more than a dozen food monographs, which are best-selling at home and abroad. This is the gold medal winner of the International Food Competition. Do I need to say more about their authority?"
Jiang Guoqiang was momentarily stunned by the question and stood there blankly.
Li Xiulan swallowed nervously, tugged at the corner of Song Yutang's clothes and whispered, "Girl, these people seem to be here to cause trouble? Your dad seems to be unable to resist, what should I do?"
Jiang Guoqiang, who is so honest and has trouble speaking, can take the initiative to stand up and say so many words. Song Yutang already feels that he has made great progress.
She patted Li Xiulan's hand comfortingly and was about to stand up when Jiang Guoqiang suddenly raised her finger and pointed at the plaque above her head. "Guys, please look at it, what's the name of my restaurant?"
He Bingzheng finally raised his head and looked up, with a bit of disapproval on his lips. "Food Without Worry? Chef Jiang, you are now the person who has photographed the recipe of the God of Cookery in the billions, and you are also the successor of the God of Cookery. How loud is this title? But this restaurant name... is too... too simple, and it doesn't match your status."
Jiang Guoqiang was not angry, but smiled instead, "I have been cooking for half my life, and I have realized a truth. People Food Is Heaven put food safety first. The price of food is high or low, but the people who eat it do not. Anyone who comes to eat in my restaurant, whether they are the richest man or a working man, all use a stove and a spoon and cook the same food. It doesn't matter if the name is simple or not, the food is delicious and the guests can feel at ease while eating. That is the most important thing."
Song Yutang stood aside and couldn't help but open his eyes slightly.
When choosing a name, she gave up on those fancy store names and chose the three words Food Without Worry because of its simplicity and duty.
When I showed it to Jiang Guoqiang, he just nodded and said he was satisfied.
I originally thought that her father-in-law was accustomed to letting her make decisions, but unexpectedly, he really understood the meaning of this name.
In a word, he cooks just to make the diners feel at ease and eat well.
He Bingzheng didn't understand what he meant for a moment. "Chef Jiang, what do you mean by this?"
Jiang Guoqiang glanced at the judges. "These gourmets may be great, but they cannot represent everyone. As chefs, we cook food for everyone. The judges' taste is not important, what is important is the public's taste. The judges' preferences are not important, as long as the public likes it. You want to compete with me, that's fine. But for today's dish, I invite all guests present, including the staff, to vote together."
Song Yutang's eyes widened even more.
In the past, although my father-in-law was good at cooking, he was really honest and arrogant.
Now I not only understand the true meaning of cooking, but also know how to fight back against those with bad intentions in the field I am good at.
It seems that during this period, not only has his cooking skills improved, but he has also made great progress as a person.
He Bingzheng's face was not very good-looking, and he said firmly, "Chef Jiang, professional matters should be left to professionals. All gourmets know the true meaning of food. Let them judge, which is the most professional and accurate."
He Bingzheng's face was ashen. "How do ordinary people know the true meaning of delicious food?"
Jiang Guoqiang was forced to feel a little at a loss, but still held his head high. "I am a chef, and my duty is to cook for the guests. No matter who the guest is, it is the same here. If Chef He is unwilling, forget it. I have been cooking for decades. As long as the guests are satisfied, it doesn't matter whether the judges are satisfied or not."
"You..." He Bingzheng's face became more and more ugly, but for a moment he couldn't say anything to refute.
"Chef Jiang is right, the people are Food Is Heaven, and food is people-oriented. Our family opens a private restaurant, and the prices are set a bit high, but the original intention of cooking has not changed. If the guests can eat with peace of mind and eat well, it is right. Whether the taste judges accept it or not is not important, what is important is the public's acceptance "Shou. We are a private restaurant, not a gourmet competition. If Chairman He and a few gourmets must compete, we can find another competition. Our place is small, so I'm afraid it will affect the performance of some of them." Song Yutang stepped forward at the right time and said something sonorous and powerful.
It looks decent on the surface, but is actually quite rude.
He Bingzheng was forced to blush on the spot and said angrily, "I, Mr. He, am willing to come to your door today just to give Chef Jiang face. Chef Jiang spent a lot of money to make recipes and claimed to be the successor of the God of Cooking. Now he won't dare to accept the challenge, right?"