Food Circle Plug-in Emperor

After Boss Pang finished speaking, he looked at Fu Yu earnestly.

Fu Yu thought for a while and said seriously: "Boss Pang, I think you'd better communicate with your daughter before making a decision. After all, no matter what the blind date is, both parties must agree to it, right?"

Boss Pang immediately promised: "That's for sure, don't worry, I will contact you when I have an agreement with my daughter."

Fu Yu agreed with a smile, not taking it seriously.

Boss Pang's attitude seems to be casting a wide net. His own attitude should be negative, and he will play by ear when the time comes.

Maybe other girls think he is just a kitchen worker, with no development and no future, and a poor ghost.

When Fu Yu went to the back kitchen, Zhao Meng was tossing the spoon while training the little worker Sun Qingning.

"How many times have I said this! Do everything quickly! The oil on my hair is almost burnt out, and you haven't finished brushing it yet! What a waste of time!"

Sun Qingning has a good temper, and just finished asking for leave and spent all the public food with his girlfriend. Now he calmly and yelled at Zhao Meng's fury, and honestly admitted his mistake.

"I'll pay attention next time"

As soon as the words fell, he looked up and saw Fu Yu coming in from the door, and immediately greeted him with an expression of seeing a savior: "Fu Yu! Are you back?"

Before Fu Yu approached, Sun Qingning hurriedly turned his head and said, "Chef Zhao, I've been holding back for a long time when I went to the bathroom. It happened that Fu Yu came back, let him watch for a while!"

Zhao Meng hated that iron cannot be made into steel, so he waved his hands angrily: "Get lost!"

Sun Qingning immediately ran away with oil on the soles of his feet, and when he passed by Fu Yu, he secretly made a bow with his hands in front of his chest.

Fu Yu took the opportunity to return the middle finger.

"Chef Zhao."

Just as Fu Yu yelled, seeing Zhao Meng about to take out the vegetables in the pot, he hurriedly took the clean dishcloth next to him, and kept it for a while to wipe the edge of the dish.

Zhao Meng put the dishes on the plate, and when he turned it around, two drops of soup splashed.

Zhao Meng stretched out his hand habitually, and immediately a clean rag was handed to him.

He wiped off the soup on the edge of the plate casually, and then passed it to the waiter who was waiting to deliver the dishes.

Zhao Meng looked at Fu Yu.

Originally, he was so angry that he was very angry, but now he was replaced by someone who looked pleasing to the eye and was easy to use, and his heart immediately calmed down.

Fu Yu didn't wait to ask, and took the initiative to explain in a low voice: "Chef Zhao, I have grown my vision today. Do you have time tonight? Let's go out for a drink?"

Zhao Meng's mood became smoother immediately.

Xin Dao, everyone said that this person is deader than others, and he must be thrown away when he compares goods.

Look at them, they can do things, they can talk, and they can work quickly, and then look at the others, it's really mud that can't support the wall.

Just comparing them like this, can there be someone who is not partial?

It's also giving, who wouldn't like someone who likes themselves and looks pleasing to the eye?

Fu Yu invited Zhao Meng to a time-honored barbecue restaurant on the side street.

I ordered dozens of skewers of various types of skewers, and ordered a pot of shabu-shabu and four bottles of beer.

It was not the first time Fu Yu went out to eat with Zhao Meng. He knew that Zhao Meng liked to drink a few sips, but his alcohol capacity was average.

Two bottles per person, just right, slightly drunk, suitable for chatting.

Without waiting for Zhao Meng to ask, Fu Yu took the initiative to report: "Yao Chu is the partner of the music restaurant, you know about this, right?"

Zhao Meng nodded: "I know, didn't I tell you?"

Fu Yu stretched out his hand to grab the box containing the small onions, peeled them off, and said, "I never said that, I was shocked when I found out!"

Zhao Meng snorted coldly: "Excellent!"

Fu Yu said with a smile: "I have been busy with Chef Yao for most of the day, and I arrange the crabs for about forty tables by myself."

Zhao Meng was a little surprised: "Chef Yao didn't reach out?"

Fu Yu was a little proud: "I started to set up a copy, and I followed suit, and then he handed it over to me."

Zhao Meng knew that Chef Yao was picky about the details, so if he could let him go with confidence, he must have done a good job.

They are all experts, and they understand that arranging crabs in a cage sounds simple, but if they can be placed neatly and neatly, it is actually a delicate job.

Unknowingly, the corners of Zhao Meng's mouth raised slightly, with a sense of pride that his own child had grown up in front of outsiders.

Fu Yu told the truth about his experience in the music restaurant.

Couldn't help asking: "Chef Zhao, are you so relieved to let me go with Chef Yao? You don't even know, I looked at the style of his restaurant and the waiters, tsk tsk, all the dishes are beautiful and smooth, I almost regret that I applied to our store in the first place!"

Zhao Meng glanced at him: "What's the matter, do you want to change jobs?"

Fu Yu put the peeled onions on Zhao Meng's plate, and said, "Isn't it almost, as soon as I think of you, I don't want to leave."

Zhao Meng rubbed his arms: "It's disgusting! You said that if you use this set to coax little girls outside, with your face, you won't be alone."

Fu Yu himself also took a bunch of shabu-shabu, blew on it, took a bite, and said vaguely: "I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart, you are so kind to me, how can I be willing to leave!"

Zhao Meng turned to look at Fu Yu: "You just flatter me."

Fu Yu said seriously: "Thank you, Chef Zhao. Chef Yao told me that you specially asked him to take me."

"Understood, cherish the opportunity." Zhao Meng smiled with satisfaction, and said sincerely: "Chef Yao has not taken care of anyone for many years, if you can learn his skills, you don't have to envy him in the future gone."

Fu Yu picked up the cup and clinked glasses with Zhao Meng: "Chef Zhao, don't worry, I will definitely study hard."

Then the conversation changed, but I don't dare to hope that I can be like Yao Chu in the future, at most I can surpass you! "

"Bah! You're always comparing me to me!" Zhao Meng was so annoyed that he stretched out his hand and punched Fu Yu, and said with a smile, "Let me tell you, it's often not that there is no water in the well, but that you didn't dig enough. Deep. It’s not that success comes slowly, but that you don’t work hard enough.”

Fu Yu thought about it, it really made sense.

He drank the wine himself with a glass: "It's like me, I wanted to live my life as a poem, sometimes simple, sometimes delicate, but unexpectedly my life became my song."

Zhao Meng was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Fu Yu laughed at himself: "Sometimes it's not reliable, sometimes it's not key."

"You boy!" Zhao Meng laughed out loud.

eat and drink.

Zhao Meng took advantage of the alcohol and said something in his heart: "Let me tell you, this person, when the time comes, he must work hard and be self-motivated."

Fu Yu nodded.

Zhao Meng casually pointed to the drink machine on the side of the road: "Look, the same bottle of drink costs three yuan here, but our restaurant sells ten yuan. In many cases, the value of a person depends on the location."

Fu Yu lay on the bed at night, thinking over and over again what Zhao Meng said last.

He secretly made up his mind that he must take this opportunity to become a regular.

Maybe, this is his only chance to stay.

Yesterday was a day off.

Fu Yu got up early on purpose, and took the initiative to go over and follow the dishes.

After everything was put into storage, Fu Yu was surprised to find that [? 】

Fu Yu took the initiative to ask: "I'll help you take the purchase order to Chef Zhao to sign later?"

Xu Wei smiled and said: "Oh, no, I've moved, and I'll eat in the cafeteria in the morning, and then I can just ask Chef Zhao to sign."

"Oh."

so disappointed.

In the future, there will be less income!

Go back from the warehouse and check in on the way.

The punch card machine turned black.

"what happened?"

Fu Yu turned to ask Li Ran, the waiter who also came to check in.

Li Ran waved his hand: "It seems that there is a problem with the system, and someone will come to debug it later."

Fu Yu frowned: "What about clocking in?"

"Hey! You don't need to check in today, we'll talk about it after it's repaired."

Just when the cashier came down from upstairs, he saw them and hurriedly notified them.

Li Ran was very happy: "Hey! That's great, I don't need to come here that night."

Fu Yu's expression changed, and he touched his chest.

Depend on!

If you can't check in, isn't it because you can't receive the daily tasks?

Double loss, heartache! !

Another busy morning.

Fu Yu was immersed in his sad mood when Wang Yuxuan, the waiter serving the food, suddenly rushed to the back kitchen and said anxiously: "It's broken! Master Zhao, the customers in 302 said that the lemon chicken feet we made tasted unauthentic, very delicious. Said that we changed chefs and wanted to see you."

Zhao Meng was stunned: "What? The lemon chicken feet are not authentic? How is it possible!"

Fu Yu was also surprised.

This is finding fault, right?

Lemon chicken feet is the specialty of the store.

Because of the hot and sour appetizer, it is very popular among customers.

This dish is usually marinated in advance the afternoon before, and it is directly fished the next day.

How could there be a sudden taste problem?

These are all proportionate.

"Okay, I'll go over after I finish frying this dish."

Two minutes later.

Zhao Meng temporarily handed over the list in hand to Gu Yunwu, and walked out directly wearing an apron.

Fu Yu hurriedly followed, thinking that if there was any dispute, he could still help to say a few words to support the scene.

After entering private room 302, you can see the customers sitting in it clearly.

Zhao Meng's expression changed.

The guests at this table really have two familiar faces, and they are regular customers in the store.

If it's not a new customer, then there must be something wrong with the dishes.

The middle-aged man who was the head of the customers was a little surprised when he saw Zhao Meng: "Hey, Chef Zhao, you are really the one who cooks it? Then what's the matter with this chicken feet? The taste is different from before?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Meng hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll try the taste first to see what's wrong."

The customer gave way, Zhao Meng stepped forward, picked up a piece of chicken feet with new chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

With this product, his complexion suddenly darkened.

The taste is really wrong, just a little bit weak, not sour enough!