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Fu Yu finished cooking four pots of seafood porridge, and handed the pots to the worker next to him to wash.

When Zhao Meng turned his head, he was busy cutting up the seafood with his head down.

The little worker in charge of packing came back from the shelf and was glared at by Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng reprimanded: "Be more careful in doing things!"

Xiao Gong: "Okay, Chef Zhao."

I cursed in my heart: Damn, Chef Zhao started to vent his anger again, so unlucky, I should have taken a detour just now

Fu Yu was busy working when Zhang Jiaxin walked over.

"Chef Gu asked me to come and help."

Fu Yu raised his head and said hello: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Then he lowered his head and continued with the work at hand.

The little worker who was in charge of washing the pot next to him handed over the frying pan: "Fu Yu, the pot is ready."

Fu Yu held the crab and said to Zhang Jiaxin, "Help me take over the pot."

Zhang Jiaxin nodded, took the frying pan, and hung it on the wall next to him: "What else do you need me to do?"

Fu Yu turned his head and took a look: "Hey! You can just put the frying pan directly on the stove. There are still 22 servings, three pots are enough."

When Zhang Jiaxin heard it, he couldn't help being stunned, but he nodded: "Okay."

The basin by Fu Yu's hand was already full of sliced ​​seafood, and Zhang Jiaxin came to help clean it.

Fu Yu turned around and took the washed rice handed over by Xiaogong, and mixed it with oil.

When Zhang Jiaxin came back with the cleaned seafood pieces, he saw that three woks were already boiling water.

Zhang Jiaxin was taken aback, isn't there hot water? Also use special burn? ? ?

Then I saw Fu Yu pouring rice portions into three woks.

Zhang Jiaxin was stunned!

"Aren't you going to cook porridge in a wok?"

Fu Yu: "Yes, using a frying pan!"

Zhang Jiaxin was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhao Meng who was busy behind him.

Suddenly, Chef Zhao must have ordered this.

After all, the customer requested to deliver 80 sets of seafood porridge to the central square before 10 o'clock.

Under the premise of only four stoves, it is impossible to deliver on time.

Special response to special circumstances.

"Let me help you stir."

Zhang Jiaxin took the initiative to take the wooden shovel, ready to help keep an eye on it to avoid getting stuck.

Fu Yu said casually: "Oh, no need, I've already adjusted the heat, so it won't get muddled."

Zhang Jiaxin frowned, and didn't say anything, but he felt that Fu Yu was a little flustered in his heart!

They are also cooking at the stove, Fu Yu is a bit too pretentious.

This is a wok, not a non-stick pan.

The bottom of the porridge is the easiest to stick to. If the bottom is accidentally touched, the smell of the paste will directly ruin the whole pot of porridge.

Zhang Jiaxin hesitated for a moment, but finally hung up the shovel in his hand.

Since Fu Yu has already rejected his help, there is absolutely no need for him to be warm-hearted.

After half a minute, the water boiled.

Zhang Jiaxin looked at Fu Yu.

Fu Yu was indifferent.

A minute later, the rice grains were churning.

Fu Yu was indifferent.

Three minutes later, the rice soup was completely cloudy, and the aroma of seafood permeated the air.

Fu Yu was indifferent.

After ten minutes, the water line is significantly lowered and the rice grains start to swell.

Fu Yu was indifferent.

Zhang Jiaxin: "."

Do you really just let it go?

If this situation continues, it will soon be at the bottom, no, it must have been at the bottom, did you not see that the heat coming out is starting to condense?

Zhang Jiaxin hesitated for a moment, but still said to Fu Yu: "Fu Yu, should we stir this pot?"

Fu Yu snorted, took the shovel as if, and casually stirred the three woks.

Sure enough, the bottom of the pot didn't stick at all, and the heat was well controlled.

Half an hour later, Fu Yu announced that the seafood porridge was done.

Immediately, a small worker came over with a packing box.

Fu Yu packed the seafood porridge one by one.

The extra ones were placed in small basins alone, and he was going to keep them for a midnight snack.

Another small worker took over the frying pan for cleaning.

Zhang Jiaxin looked at the used wok in shock.

The bottom of the pot was actually clean, with no trace of sticky bottom at all.

Is this a non stick pan?

No, they also have this kind of frying pan, which is an ordinary iron pan.

Although the brand is good and the price is very expensive, it is nothing more than better quality, not non-stick pan!

After all, in the back kitchen, unless you are making fried food, you will not easily use non-stick pans. After all, the iron shovel and iron spoon that chefs are used to use will do too much damage to the primer.

And the non-stick pan is really not as smooth as a normal wok.

Zhang Jiaxin felt that there was something wrong with his eyes.

So he leaned over and took the initiative to say, "Let me clean up the pot."

He took the pot, and while no one was paying attention, he reached out and touched the bottom of the pot.

There is really no clue.

This pot!

It is indeed the ordinary wok they usually use!

Zhang Jiaxin: "."

When looking at Fu Yu again, Zhang Jiaxin's eyes were a bit wrong.

The little worker in charge of packing put the packed seafood porridge on the shelf and said, "80 servings of seafood porridge are done!"

Suddenly, an electronic notification sounded in Fu Yu's ear:

【Ding! NPC Chef Zhao Meng released an urgent time-limited task: Please finish cooking 80 seafood porridge within two hours. It has been successfully completed and rewards: RMB 200, 3 skill points, and task experience +100]

In the next second, the phone vibrated and the cash arrived.

Fu Yu let out a long breath.

Mission accomplished.

Before he could relax, Zhao Meng asked in disbelief: "How many servings of seafood porridge have you finished?"

Xiao Gong replied truthfully: "80 copies!"

Zhao Meng didn't care about the work in hand, so he went over to look at the packing bags on the shelf.

There are four layers of stacks full of denden.

Zhao Meng turned his head and saw Fu Yu was wiping the kitchen table with a rag, and couldn't help but walk over quickly, and asked in a low voice with a dark face, "Did you cut corners?"

The specified cooking time for seafood porridge is half an hour, and the rice grains must be cooked well.

It is possible to complete 80 servings of seafood porridge in such a short period of time, unless each box of porridge is filled less.

The smaller the serving, the more natural servings.

In addition, it may only be that the cooking time is not enough.

In terms of work, Zhao Meng has always been strict with himself and others!

Without rigorous work spirit, you are not qualified to be a chef.

After all, the food brought out from the back kitchen is for customers to eat, and there is no room for negligence.

Fu Yu used the frying pan privately, and now he smiled guiltyly and was about to explain.

Next to him, Zhang Jiaxin came back from cleaning the cooking pot. When he saw Zhao Meng, he hurriedly said hello: "Chef Zhao, the seafood porridge is all packed. Is there anything else I can do?"

Zhao Meng was stunned: "You came to help? Oh, no, you can go back."

Zhang Jiaxin agreed and hung the wok on the wall.

Zhao Meng couldn't help but glared at Fu Yu: "The Gu chef sent someone over to help, and you ordered him to clean the pot?"

Zhang Jiaxin heard it, and quickly explained: "No, Chef Zhao, I'm going to help wash the pot. The main thing is that Chef Gu asked me to come over to help, but Fu Yu did all the work himself, and I can't intervene." , I just wanted to find some work for myself.”

After Zhao Meng heard this, he hated iron for being weak even more.

There are people helping the kitchen, if you don't take advantage of it, you still need to do everything yourself?

And this Zhang Jiaxin didn't wink either.

Fu Yu must be very busy preparing 80 servings of seafood porridge by himself.

Fortunately, he was just watching from the side, and in the end, he didn't have a job to find a job, so he went to clean up the pot!

There are some people who wash the pot, it looks like him!

Zhao Meng was annoyed at Fu Yu's failure to live up to expectations, and he couldn't learn how to order people to work.

And a little bit of fighting for Fu Yu, feeling sorry for Fu Yu.

Zhao Meng looked at Zhang Jiaxin: "What's the use of cleaning the frying pan? Are you using a casserole for cooking porridge?"

Fu Yu hurried to explain.

Zhang Jiaxin had already said, "No, Fu Yu cooks porridge in a frying pan."

Zhao Meng: "!"

Cook porridge in a wok! !

Zhao Meng suddenly became angry.

This is not as good as cutting corners!