Chapter 545

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"Head Chef Yang, what did you mean by what you just instructed?"

The lobby manager looked at Yang Zhenguang with some surprise and asked uncertainly.

"It means exactly what it says. You go prepare immediately."

Yang Zhenguang's gaze was sharp, his tone carrying an unquestionable seriousness.

"But..."

The lobby manager swallowed, a hesitant expression appearing on his face, and carefully reminded him: "Wasn't the restaurant's menu already finalized before? The customized menus have already been distributed to every private room and the first-floor lobby. If you want to add a new dish now, all those menus will have to be completely remade; time is a bit tight..."

He paused, secretly glancing at Yang Zhenguang's expression, and tentatively continued: "And didn't you say before that tonight's signature dish is the Red Wine Flaming Steak?"

The lobby manager knew very well in his heart that this Swedish Meatballs Yang Zhenguang wanted to add was clearly aimed at the Clear Stewed Lion's Head next door at Lu Family Restaurant.

Just now, after those few waiters returned from Lu Family Restaurant, they had told him clearly and in detail about the popularity of the three new dishes over there.

Now Yang Zhenguang also wanted to make a meatball-type dish; wasn't this just wanting to engage in a head-on battle with Lu Family Restaurant next door?

The lobby manager recalled the words Zhou Li had specifically said to him before she returned to the company just now.

From Zhou Li's words, he learned that the core reason they chose to open a restaurant on Food Street was to utilize the massive customer flow brought by Lu Family Restaurant next door.

And Zhou Li had told him very clearly just now that the best response to Lu Family Restaurant was to avoid their edge.

The two establishments, one was a Chinese restaurant, one was a Western restaurant; each had its own advantages.

If they competed with differentiation in the future, their restaurant could still operate steadily going forward.

But now, Yang Zhenguang had produced a dish similar to the one next door, clearly feeling somewhat unconvinced in his heart, insisting on contending for superiority with Lu Family Restaurant next door.

This was a head-on hard clash!

The lobby manager now also knew that Lu Family Restaurant next door had unfathomable strength and was an extremely formidable opponent.

You must know, when competing with the strong, you absolutely cannot compete on what the opponent excels at; that is simply seeking death.

Since it concerned the restaurant's subsequent development, he didn't dare agree lightly.

Although Yang Zhenguang was an internationally renowned Special Chef, his strength in culinary skill was undeniable.

But in terms of business competition strategy, he might not see as thoroughly as Zhou Li.

However, the other party was the Head Chef the company hired with heavy money; his status was much higher than this lobby manager.

He could only try to persuade as tactfully as possible, hoping Yang Zhenguang would consider carefully, and preferably change his mind.

But after hearing the lobby manager's words, Yang Zhenguang's originally furrowed brows furrowed even tighter at this moment.

An displeased expression appeared on his face, and his tone turned a few degrees colder: "What? You disagree?"

The air in the private room instantly chilled, a formless pressure surging toward the lobby manager.

"Head Chef Yang, that's not what I meant."

The lobby manager wiped the sweat from his face and said with some difficulty: "It's just that Manager Zhou left not long ago; she went to the company for a meeting and will come back in the evening. When she sees the restaurant making such a big move then, who knows if she will..."

"That's not for you to consider. I have my own measure; you just do as I instructed."

Yang Zhenguang waved his hand, cutting off the lobby manager's words.

However you put it, when this Western restaurant hired him initially, they also gave him a portion of shares.

Therefore, he also counted as one of the bosses of this restaurant; in decision-making he still had the final say, and there was no need to get someone else's agreement for every decision.

He had confidence in his Swedish Meatballs; he did not believe he would lose this time to that chef named Lu Feng.

This was not merely a contest of their culinary skills, but more importantly concerned the restaurant's turnaround battle on its opening night; he had to turn the current situation around.

Seeing Yang Zhenguang's tone so firm, leaving no room for negotiation, the lobby manager couldn't help forcing a bitter smile and secretly sighed in his heart.

He no longer dared continue refuting Yang Zhenguang's words and could only nod in agreement.

But he hesitated for a moment, then steeled himself and tentatively asked: "Then... Head Chef Yang, can I report to Manager Zhou in a bit? Let her have a heads-up."

No choice; one was the restaurant's Head Chef, the other the restaurant's person in charge; he didn't dare offend either.

Yang Zhenguang was making such a big move; if the restaurant's person in charge Zhou Li didn't know beforehand, he would also have a hard time explaining later.

"Up to you. You just do as I say."

Yang Zhenguang didn't care about this; the lobby manager wanting to report was his freedom.

"Okay, then Head Chef Yang, I'll go prepare according to your instructions first, then report your decision to Manager Zhou."

The lobby manager hurriedly nodded and said methodically.

"Mm, as fast as possible."

Yang Zhenguang nodded, then turned and walked out of the private room.

After he walked far away, the lobby manager finally let out a breath of relief, smiling bitterly and muttering softly: "Don't know what Manager Zhou will think when she finds out; hope no more trouble pops up..."

But these weren't things he needed to worry about; what he should do most now was to implement one by one the coordination matters he was responsible for, according to Yang Zhenguang's instructions.

"Head Chef Yang, what dish do you plan to make tonight? I'll prepare the ingredients in advance."

After Yang Zhenguang returned to the kitchen, the chubby Head Chef walked over, asking with a face full of eagerness.

"Swedish Meatballs."

Yang Zhenguang said quite naturally: "Prepare beef shank for me, remember to remove the tendons and membranes on it, and also pork plum blossom meat; notify me to inspect once ready."

"Okay!"

The fat Head Chef nodded, then seeing Yang Zhenguang's complexion wasn't too good, spoke again with a serious face: "Head Chef, with you personally taking the field, we definitely won't lose to that little restaurant next door."

"Of course. Hurry and go prepare."

Yang Zhenguang had already regained his confidence at this moment, and he nodded firmly as he said.

Regarding this upcoming war without smoke, he did not think he would lose to Lu Feng this time.

Although Lu Feng's cooking skill made him feel very surprised.

But as a Special Chef famous for many years, Yang Zhenguang still had his own pride.

In Yang Zhenguang's view, the reason Lu Feng chose to launch a new dish today and draw all the customers in the restaurant over was that he was declaring war on him.

The reason he chose meatballs very similar to Lu Feng's new dish as the main dish this time was also to fight head-on and defeat Lu Feng.

For this confrontation, Yang Zhenguang was still very confident.

Because Swedish Meatballs happened to be one of the few dishes he was best at.

A few years ago, at an international Chef Competition, he conquered the judges from various countries with this dish and won the championship of that session with absolute advantage.

Did Lu Feng just launch a new dish today?

Yang Zhenguang believed that, relying on this Swedish Meatballs he was good at, plus the bonus of the environment and service inside the shop.

Even if the other party had a huge base of regular customers, for this contest, not to say he could completely surpass the other party, at least he could definitely be evenly matched with Lu Family Restaurant.