My Waste Husband novel Chapter 978

Chef Wu hadn't met Henry before. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who is this?"

"This is my husband, Henry Zhang," Sylvia answered.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Mr. Zhang," Chef Wu nodded, "Mr. Zhang, it seems that you are an expert on the market of the cooking materials?"

"Not really," Henry shrugged, "I worked as a cook a while back, so I would pay attention to the price of cooking materials."

In fact, Henry would observe his environment wherever he went. Not only for the price of cooking materials, but even the price of small accessories found on the street booth couldn't escape his observation. It was a habit Henry had been having for years.

Sometimes, the devil was in details.

Heard that Henry had cooked professionally, Chef Wu asked suspiciously, "Do you mind giving me the honor of telling me which cuisine do you specialize in?"

Henry smiled and said, "Just some local stuff."

"Haha," Chef Wu sneered, "Mr. Zhang, the requirement of seafood for Cantonese cuisine is different from which of your local dishes. The seafood of the average seafood market can't reach our standard."

"Interesting," Henry stared at Chef Wu and asked, "Are you interested in telling me those standards?"

"That's not necessary," As Chef Wu turned around, he said, "Everyone has their own cooking technique. My technique is my trademark. I believe Mr. Zhang would know better than asking for it since you were a cook once. Let's not break the rules."

Chef Wu was polite but not respectful to Sylvia and Henry. The kitchen worked according to their own set of rules, which was separated from the rest of the hotel management. If the chef was unhappy with the owner of the hotel, the chef could leave the post with the team. The owner couldn't do anything about it.

"Chef Wu, in my opinion, you are the one who is breaking the rules," Henry put his hands behind his back and looked around the kitchen, "According to my experience, the daily expense could be around ten thousand yuan. Now that you tell us that fifteen thousand yuan isn't enough, and you want another ten. I wonder what precious seafood could deserve your cooking skills?"

Chef Wu's gaze hardened, "I'm in charge of the kitchen. You don't have the right to ask what kind of materials I use. If you don't trust me, you can find another chef!"

"Okay, let's get someone else," Henry smiled.

Chef Wu's face dropped. He didn't expect that Henry could ask him to leave.

He had believed that Sylvia couldn't afford to fire him on the hotel's opening day. So many guests and customers were waiting for their food. What the hotel would serve them if there was no chef? Chef Wu was also confident that, unless Sylvia was willing to spend much more on the kitchen, there wouldn't be another chef that was as good as him.

"What are you waiting for?" Henry smiled and pointed at the back door of the kitchen, "Why are you still here? Waiting for my invitation to leave?"

Being yelled at and fired in front of so many people, Chef Wu's face turned gloomy, and his body was trembling with anger.