Chapter 966: Chapter 405: Fired Yesterday, Sent to Prison Today—What Kind of Living King Yan Is This?

"Are two lamb legs enough?"

Unlike Qi Siliang who is quite clueless, Qi Siming immediately understood what was meant. Upon hearing that the Soup Department was short on lamb legs, he went to the warehouse to fetch two.

"That’s enough, thank you, Head Chef."

Lin Xu hefted the two lamb legs and casually handed them to a few assistant chefs, instructing them to start preparing.

Qi Siming said:

"The warehouse manager is named Wang Chao. He’s one of my dad’s adopted sons, quite talentless, only good at bootlicking and using borrowed authority. I’ve just taught him a lesson; should we fire him?"

He was curious why someone who could be dismissed with a single word would have to go through the hassle of appointing a Head Chef.

Lin Xu laughed and said:

"Even if I fire him, who knows who will take charge of the warehouse next? Let’s leave it for now. I’ll wait until I’ve fully understood the whole kitchen operation before making a decision."

After all, the residency quota isn’t coming anytime soon, so even if I get Yanjing Restaurant in perfect order within a day, it’s likely not until the end of the year that I get a quota.

This is a good chance to hone my management skills.

In the future, I’ll let the company develop similar ventures.

I’ve got loads of resources, why not make use of them?

Soon, the Soup Department folks deboned the lamb legs.

To make lamb soup, the bones and meat need to be separated, or else the meat gets overcooked before the bone aroma emerges, which would be a disaster.

The best lamb soup is made in those lamb soup restaurants, using a giant pot with various lamb bones like spinal, leg, and knuckle bones at the bottom, topped with whole lamb meat and legs.

Only this way does the soup become aromatic and fresh.

With some free time, Lin Xu wrote down the recipe for dipping sauce lamb, asking the Soup Department to prepare it for the kitchen chefs to taste at lunchtime.

Leaving here, Lin Xu took a stroll through other departments, then made his way to the warehouse.

Just as he arrived at the door, he saw a bald man in his thirties wiping blood from his nose with a tissue.

This should be Wang Chao, right?

Qi Siming mentioned he’d taught him a lesson, and Lin Xu thought it was just a scolding. But judging from the scene, Qi Siming’s scolding Kung Fu doesn’t seem impressive.

Thus, he opted for action.

The blood-stained tissues overflowing from the trash bin showed that Qi Siming hit quite hard; otherwise, there wouldn’t be so much blood.

"Bring me the warehouse’s dispatch slips, let me have a look."

In high-end restaurants, the warehouse is specially managed.

Whatever ingredients a department receives must be recorded to track the complete usage process if flaws appear, and it makes bookkeeping convenient, preventing embezzlement situations.

"Who are you... Oh, Director Lin, why are you looking at this?"

"Nothing much, just browsing."

Soon, this person handed over a ledger.

Have to admit, Wang Chao is somewhat responsible, even enduring the pain of a bloody nose to record the two lamb legs.

"Pastry Department Qi Siming received two lamb legs, weight 9KG"

Nine kilograms, equivalent to eighteen pounds.

But Lin Xu just hefted those two lamb legs, totaling only eleven pounds eight ounces, quite a few pounds off from what’s listed on the dispatch slip.

"Director Lin, are you done looking? I still need to do a summary."

Lin Xu casually flipped through a couple of pages, then handed the dispatch slip back to Wang Chao, asking:

"May I look at the purchase slips?"

"Sure... Director Lin, what exactly are you up to? Auditing me?"

Lin Xu retorted:

"Isn’t it a regular activity? Any objections?"

"None... no objections, just asking casually. Here’s the purchase slip."

Taking the notebook, he flipped through a few pages casually, growing more surprised.

Yanjing Restaurant’s business is average, yet the notebook records fifty pounds of ginger and sixty pounds of garlic arriving every day, with various dried chili amounting to fifty pounds.

Even star anise and bay leaves are used ten pounds daily.

Goodness, even Lin Ji’s kitchen doesn’t reach such usage levels.

Initially, he planned to keep Wang Chao, waiting to find a suitable replacement for him later, but now it seems he should forget it.

If he keeps stealing like this, the whole Yanjing Restaurant will collapse.

From this perspective, Qi Zhentao is truly derelict.

An Executive Head Chef is essentially a managerial position, with skills secondary, but this Head Chef focuses solely on technical skills, with management a mess.

Totally back to front.

If it’s just disarray in management that’s tolerable, but the theft being this blatant, even those Fishing Platform warlords like my senior and old Dai wouldn’t dare do this, yet a mere restaurant storekeeper acts so audaciously.

Seems, Qi Zhentao should honestly remain a technical head chef, as for the Executive Head Chef position, better to let the more suitable person have it.

Lin Xu took out his phone, sending a message to old Huang:

"Do you have supply records for Yanjing Restaurant from here?"

"Yes, those bastards even asked me to cook the books for them, I refused, they then threatened to switch suppliers, I have all the chat records saved, if they dare switch, I’ll report them!"

Well, well!

Earlier I worried about how to collect evidence, messaging old Huang was also for comparison, and to ask if he was involved in this.

Now it appears, the kitchen rectification at Yanjing Restaurant will be much easier than imagined.

He replied:

"Hurry to Yanjing Restaurant, the warehouse manager is cooking the books, I plan to report to the police, you can be a witness and simultaneously bring out the evidence of them threatening you. Since we’re cleansing pests, let’s clean it all!"

"Okay, on my way!"

As the messages were being sent, Wang Chao, finally done wiping his nose, asked: