Food Circle Plug-in Emperor

The hallway is not the place to talk.

Zhao Meng ordered: "Go back and talk about it."

Fu Yu followed the three leaders back to the back kitchen.

Along the way, Zhao Meng's complexion was deep, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he was breathing heavily.

Fu Yu, on the other hand, was full of anxiety.

He was still immersed in the joy of the resolution of the matter just now, but now he realizes it belatedly. There is really no way to explain this matter reasonably.

He can neither say that he has seen the customer's memory, nor can he say that his current noodle making level has reached the elementary level, and it must be no problem to make a dumpling and knead a noodle.

This time. Bad!

How can I explain it later?

Back to the kitchen.

Only then did Zhao Meng start training apprentices behind closed doors.

"Tell me, what kind of bowl of noodles have you made to satisfy customers?"

Zhao Meng was somewhat guilty in his heart.

He knows what his own craft is like.

He has been making this seafood noodle for more than ten years. Whether it is the ingredients or the timing, he has already reached a level of precision.

It is not an exaggeration to say that as long as he has enough time, he can even guarantee that even if he makes ten bowls of seafood noodles, the taste of ten bowls will be exactly the same without any error.

In this way, they can be refunded by customers because of the difference in taste.

What kind of bowl of noodles did Fu Yu make to impress such a tricky customer?

Not to mention Zhao Meng.

Even Yao Shi and Gu Yunwu were full of curiosity.

Fu Yu confessed honestly: "I just cooked a bowl of noodles according to the customer's description."

Zhao Meng and Yao Shi looked at each other, and Yao Shi asked, "How does the customer describe it?"

It is definitely not easy to make exactly the same taste only through the customer's dictation.

Fu Yu said truthfully: "The customer said that the noodles she had had no shrimp, no crab, and chopped green onion, which was delicious."

Zhao Meng nodded: "And then?"

Fu Yu replied: "Not anymore."

Zhao Meng: "."

After Fu Yu finished speaking by himself, he didn't even have the confidence in his heart.

With just such a sentence, it is impossible to guess the needs of customers if it is replaced by anyone.

Zhao Meng wanted to ask again, but Yao Shi interrupted him: "Well, we didn't eat tonight anyway, so why not, Xiaofu, work harder and make two bowls of seafood noodles, and Chef Zhao and I will be there Eat here."

After finishing speaking, he asked Gu Yunwu, "Chef Gu, would you like a bowl?"

Gu Yunwu had just finished eating, and after all the tossing, he was almost indigestion, so he quickly waved his hands: "No need."

Zhao Meng nodded: "Okay, Fu Yu, you can do it."

Food is something that can only be described by words, it is definitely not as intuitive as putting the real thing in front of you, taking a look at it, and taking a bite.

Fu Yu stood still, thinking about countermeasures in his heart!

Zhao Meng urged: "What are you still doing in a daze, what a fool!"

Fu Yu was dying: "I just cooked a bowl of very ordinary noodles."

Zhao Meng stared: Where can seafood noodles be ordinary?

The buyers in the store bought live shrimp, crab and scallops. Even if the insoles are cooked with these good things, the soup can be fresh.

Really unable to survive, Fu Yu could only bite the bullet and go to the stove.

It's time to cook the noodles.

Everyone concentrated and observed.

Zhao Meng's eyes signaled to Yao Shi and Gu Yunwu: "Help me to have a look. After a while, I will see what is wrong, and I will give you some pointers!"

Yao Shi and Gu Yunwu nodded silently.

But when they saw Fu Yu directly pouring oil into the pot, they frowned in unison.

The most taboo thing about seafood noodles is the oily noodles in the soup. Only the thick milky white soup will make the whole bowl of noodle soup particularly delicious and appetizing.

Fu Yu was a little apprehensive before, but now that he really got into the fire, he has calmed down.

It was the chef who asked him to make noodles. Anyway, what he made was the taste that the customer wanted. As for whether it meets the taste of the two of you, it has nothing to do with him.

Thinking that he didn't eat at night, after Fu Yu fried the scallions, he simply added more water for one person to the pot.

Bring half a pot of water to a boil slowly.

Zhao Meng couldn't help but sighed.

He knew that this kid was completely messing around!

The method of seafood noodles is different from that of other noodles.

Fabrics are required.

Cook the noodles until they are half-cooked, then heat the oil in another pan, sauté the onion and ginger until fragrant, add the seafood and stir-fry for a while, all you want is the fresh taste of the stir-fry.

Zhao Meng made the bowl of noodles according to the traditional method of seafood noodles.

Zhao Meng opened his mouth and closed it again.

His method is indeed authentic, but not the taste that customers want.

The water boiled, and Fu Yu started to go down.

There were still a lot of dried noodles that had been unpacked before, and Fu Yu estimated the appetite of the three of them, so he simply put all of them into the pot.

Zhao Meng: "!"

Yao Shi: "!!"

Gu Yunwu: "."

The three of them stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of them.

Since they became cooks, they haven't cooked vermicelli for some years.

Although this thing is very homely, it is because it is too cheap and hassle-free, so it is directly abandoned in the back kitchen of all big restaurants.

Even the customers' birthday noodles are made by the noodle chef in the back kitchen.

But now, at this moment.

Fu Yu was picking up the packaging bag and preparing the upside-down noodles.

Boiled vermicelli has no gold content.

Stir frequently with chopsticks to avoid sticking. When it is almost cooked, put some shrimp skin, sprinkle some salt and chicken essence, and it will be ready to serve.

His operation was like a cloud and flowing water.

The dried noodles were poured out of the bag, pinched in his hands, his wrists were slapped, and the dried noodles spread flat on the water like a peacock spreading its tail.

Zhao Meng was dumbfounded as he watched from the side.

this brat

There is actually a face show operation!

Can't bear it.

"Is this how you cook seafood noodles and serve them to customers?"

When Zhao Meng spoke, he clearly heard the sound of grinding his teeth.

While stirring the noodles, Fu Yu replied: "Well, the main reason is that the customer wants to eat the seafood noodles made by her grandma, and he asked for neither shrimp nor crab. What kind of seafood noodles are there without seafood?"

Fu Yu said nonsense: "I just thought, since it is home-cooked and there is no seafood, then maybe this so-called seafood noodle is just a name, and it has nothing to do with seafood."

"The noodle masters are all off work, and the back kitchen doesn't have ready-made ramen. I really have no choice but to buy some dried noodles and come back."

"Unexpectedly, it turned out to be wrong. The customer took a bite of the seafood noodles I made, and was moved to tears, saying that it was exactly the same as her grandma's."

Zhao Meng was taken aback for a moment, what the hell, is this okay?

What he said made the three chefs present at a loss for words!

Zhao Meng thought in his heart: I almost believed it!

Fu Yu saw that Zhao Meng wanted to train others, so he hurriedly added: "Chef Zhao, after this incident, I deeply realized my own shortcomings. From now on, I decided to spend an hour every day Go improve my face-to-face case. Chef Zhao, your face-to-face is so good, please guide me and give me this chance to improve!"

The scene froze for a while!

Fu Yu can bend and stretch, and instantly turns into a dog licking, his face is not red and his heart is not beating, and his face is full of truth. I just adore my chef Zhao!

Zhao Meng opened his mouth, and everything he wanted to say was snatched away.

Nima, you have said it all, what else should I say! ! !