Chapter 1643

Gu Bing held the porridge bowl with both hands and took a sip; it was neither cold nor hot, just right, and his stomach felt very comfortable.

"The chef at this guesthouse has excellent skills; if you opened a chain hotel here, you could poach him."

"That's a good idea." Zhou Andong also put down his chopsticks after eating little, and waved to call the waiter: "Is your master chef busy? If not, could you invite him over for a chat?"

"Not busy, I'll go call him."

The waiter hurried away; Zhou Andong is a benefactor of the Ali people—don't say the master chef isn't busy, even if he's flying busy, he must be tied with a rope and led over to meet the distinguished guest.

Soon, the guesthouse's master chef arrived—a very handsome Tibetan young man, definitely no older than thirty, standing before Zhou Andong looking quite nervous.

Andong asked: "Do you understand Mandarin?"

"I can speak Mandarin." The young man nodded, still looking nervous.

"Don't be nervous." Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Your dishes are very delicious; I invited you over just to chat."

Hearing Zhou Andong praise his cooking as delicious, the young man's face lit up with a smile, his nervousness eased considerably, and then he sat down.

Andong asked: "What's your name?"

"Langjie Ci'er." The young man said: "Just call me Langjie."

Andong said: "Your skills are this good; your master must be very formidable."

Speaking of his master, Langjie's face showed a proud expression: "My master is called Ciren Deji; he is the foremost expert in Tibetan cuisine, having worked in Guangdong Province, Shanghai, and Sichuan Province for nearly twenty years.

Previously, our Tibetan cuisine was simply divided into red food and white food. Red refers to meat, white to dairy. In summer, white food is predominant; in winter, red food is predominant.

My master combined Han cuisine with Nepali and Indian culinary traditions, making Tibetan cuisine no longer单一, but rich and colorful. The flavors also emphasize lightness and harmony.

Many dishes use only salt and scallion-garlic as seasonings, with no spicy additives, striving to present the original flavor of the ingredients in cooking..."

Upon hearing Langjie mention Indian cuisine, Zhou Andong recalled his previous life, seeing Indian street food sold on Douyin short videos, which triggered an involuntary grimace.

As Langjie was speaking fluently, seeing Zhou Andong grimace, he immediately shut his mouth, and his expression turned nervous again.

He secretly blamed himself in his heart—truly getting carried away with pride; how would a distinguished guest be willing to listen to these? This flaw of his really needs to be corrected.

Langjie had spoken halfway when he suddenly shut his mouth; Zhou Andong then understood what was happening.

"My tooth hurts." Zhou Andong gave a dry laugh: "Please continue."

Langjie opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and finally shook his head slightly.

Andong asked: "Has your master retired?"

"No!" Langjie said: "He is the deputy general manager and executive chef of Lhasa Hotel."

Lhasa Hotel?

Zhou Andong had stayed at this hotel twice before; in 1984, it was one of the key aid-Tibet projects, and also Lhasa's first star-rated hotel.

Additionally, there is another star-rated hotel: the Holy Land Paradise Intercontinental Hotel, located on the scenic banks of the Lhasa River in Lhasa.

Overall planning includes 2000 rooms, total construction area of 220,000 square meters, equipped with central oxygen supply and humidification systems.

The buildings are modeled after Tibetan residential styles, very distinctive in Tibetan ethnic character; upon completion, it became the largest five-star hotel in the Tibetan region.

Zhou Andong entered Tibet five times; once he stayed at Holy Land Paradise, but at that time, only the first phase of the project was completed, and the second phase had not yet been constructed.

When Zhou Andong planned to layout chain hotels in Ali, he thought of simultaneously investing in and constructing a five-star hotel in Lhasa, thus replicating the Holy Land Paradise Intercontinental Hotel.

"How many fellow disciples do you have?"

Langjie thought for a moment: "Seventy or eighty, I'm not exactly sure of the specific number; I've only heard my master mention many of them, but I've never actually seen any."

Andong took out a cigarette and offered one to Langjie: "Do you smoke?"

Langjie hesitated for a moment, but still took the cigarette.

Andong lit the cigarette: "I plan to invest in chain hotels in Ali; since your dishes are quite good, are you interested in following me, letting you serve as the head chef of the chain hotels?"

Langjie was holding the lighter to light his cigarette; upon hearing Andong's words, his hand trembled slightly.

"Me?"

"Yes!" Andong said with a smile: "What I want to do is chain hotels; you have so many fellow disciples, by then we can call them all over."

Langjie's heart was beating rapidly; he could even hear the thumping sound.

Previously, he didn't know about the Yugong Group, nor Zhou Andong, because he never read newspapers.

But Langjie knew iced tea, knew Coca-Cola, knew 365 Home Goods.

Because CCTV advertisements play every day; as long as you watch TV, you are guaranteed to see them.

On the very day Zhou Andong and his group arrived, he also learned that iced tea and Coca-Cola are produced by the Yugong Group, and Zhou Andong is the boss of the Yugong Group.

Now such a big boss wants to invest in chain hotels in Ali, letting him serve as head chef—no one could possibly not be moved.

"Can I consider it?"

Langjie, after all, is still young; being appointed head chef of chain hotels makes his heart stir, but he lacks confidence, unsure if he can do it well.

"This matter is too big; I need to ask my master's opinion."

"No problem!" Andong said with a smile: "Tomorrow I will leave; within one month, the investment inspection team will come, and I will have the person in charge come to see you."

"Good!" Langjie happily agreed.

"Alright!" Andong stood up: "I'm leaving; you also go attend to your duties."

Gu Bing followed suit and stood up; the two left the restaurant.

Andong said: "If you have nothing to do, would you like to take a stroll with me?"

Gu Bing shook his head: "I'll return to my room; I'm leaving tomorrow, I need to rest well."

Andong laughed: "Then go back to your room; I'm leaving."

"Brother!" As Andong just stepped out of the guesthouse's main gate, Xiao Bei ran over from the opposite side of the road: "Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow; I'm going to wait a while at Qiao Hui's." Andong asked: "Where did you go?"

"Nothing much, just strolling around." Zhou Anbei looked left and right, didn't see Wang Wentian: "Where is Elder Brother Wang?"

"I didn't call him." Zhou Andong stepped down the stairs: "Are you coming or not?"

"Sure!" Zhou Anbei followed him up: "Anyway, there's nothing else to do."

The two got into the car, Zhou Anbei obediently fastened his seatbelt; if you don't wear a seatbelt in your older brother's car, you'll definitely get a slap.

"Brother!" Zhou Anbei sat down: "Yesterday at school, the teacher hasn't been paid for several months, she has to rely on villagers for food and drink, I gave her money, why won't you let me?"

He knew Zhou Andong stopped him for a reason, but on the way back he thought about it all the way and still couldn't figure it out.

When he got home at night he wanted to ask, but it was too late; after dinner everyone went to rest, and there was no chance.

He had been holding it in for a day and a night, and now he finally had a chance to ask.