After Boss Pang finished speaking, he looked at Fu Yu eagerly.
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, both parties must agree on this blind date, right?"
Boss Pang immediately promised: "That's for sure, don't worry, I will contact you when I reach an agreement with my daughter."
Fu Yu smiled and agreed without taking it seriously.
Boss Pang's attitude seems to be that of casting a wide net. He should be more passive on his end, and he will act on his own initiative when the time comes.
Maybe the girl thinks that he is just a small kitchen worker with no development and no future, just a poor guy.
...
When Fu Yu went to the kitchen, Zhao Meng was shaking a spoon and teaching Sun Qingning, a young worker.
"How many times have I told you! Be quick in everything you do! The oil in my head is about to burn dry, and you haven't finished brushing it yet! What a delay!"
Sun Qingning had a good temper, and he had just taken leave and paid for the public rations with his girlfriend. Now he calmly faced Zhao Meng's roar and admitted his mistake honestly.
"I'll pay attention next time..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Fu Yu coming in from the door. He immediately greeted him with an expression as if he was about to see his savior: "Fu Yu! Are you back?"
Before Fu Yu could get closer, Sun Qingning quickly turned around and said, "Chef Zhao, I went to the bathroom and I've been holding it in for a long time. Fu Yu just happened to come back. Let him keep an eye on it for a while!"
Zhao Meng hated that iron could not become steel, so he waved his hands angrily: "Get out of here!"
Sun Qingning immediately rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and ran away. When he passed Fu Yu, he secretly made a bow with his hands in front of his chest.
Fu Yu took the opportunity to give him a middle finger.
"Chef Zhao."
Fu Yu just shouted and saw Zhao Meng taking the dishes out of the pot. He quickly took the clean rag next to him and kept it for a while to wipe the edge of the plate.
Zhao Meng put the dish on the plate and when he swirled it, two drops of soup splashed.
Zhao Meng stretched out his hand out of habit, and a clean rag was immediately handed to his hand.
He wiped the soup off the edge of the plate and then handed it to the waiter who was waiting to pass the dishes.
Zhao Meng looked at Fu Yu.
I was originally so angry that I felt angry, but now that I had someone around me who was pleasing to my eye and easy to use, my mood immediately calmed down.
Fu Yu didn't wait to ask, and took the initiative to explain in a low voice: "Chef Zhao, I have gained a lot of perspective today. Do you have time in the evening? Let's go out for a drink?"
Zhao Meng suddenly felt more at ease.
In my heart, they all say that this person will die if he compares with others, and he will throw away goods if he compares with others.
Look at this person, he can do things, he can talk, and he is quick at work, and then look at the others, it is really impossible to hold up the wall.
In this comparison, how can anyone be impartial?
It's also about giving. Who doesn't want to treat someone he likes and looks good on?
...
Fu Yu invited Zhao Meng to a time-honored barbecue restaurant on the side street.
I ordered dozens of the main types of grilled skewers, a pot of tripe shabu-shabu, and four bottles of beer.
This was not the first time Fu Yu had gone out to eat with Zhao Meng. He knew that Zhao Meng liked to drink, but his drinking capacity was average.
Two bottles per person, just right, tipsy, suitable for chatting.
Before Zhao Meng could ask, Fu Yu took the initiative to report: "Chef Yao turned out to be a partner of the music restaurant. Do you know this?"
Zhao Meng nodded: "I know, haven't I told you?"
Fu Yu reached out and pulled the box of small onions, and while peeling them, he said, "I never told you, I was shocked when I found out!"
Zhao Meng snorted coldly: "Go ahead!"
Fu Yu said with a smile: "I have been working with Chef Yao for most of the day. I arranged the crabs for more than forty tables myself."
Zhao Meng was a little surprised: "Chef Yao didn't reach out?"
Fu Yu was a little proud: "I started to put out one, and I followed it, and then he left it to me."
Zhao Meng knew that Chef Yao was picky about details, so if he could get rid of it with confidence, he must have done a good job.
They are all experts and understand that arranging crab cages sounds simple, but if they can be arranged neatly and neatly, it is actually a delicate job.
Unknowingly, the corners of Zhao Meng's mouth raised slightly, feeling proud that his child had grown up in front of outsiders.
Fu Yu told the truth about his experience in the music restaurant.
I couldn't help but ask: "Chef Zhao, are you so confident to let me follow Chef Yao? You don't even know that, I looked at the grandeur of that restaurant and the waiter, tsk tsk, all the dishes are pretty and smooth. I almost regretted applying to our store!"
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 this a close call? When I think of you, I don't want to leave."
Zhao Meng rubbed his arms: "That's disgusting! You said that if you were to use this set to coax a little girl outside, you wouldn't be left alone just because of your face."
Fu Yu himself took a bunch of tripe-shabu, blew on it, took a bite, and said vaguely: "I am speaking from my heart. You are so good to me, how can I be willing to leave!"
Zhao Meng turned to look at Fu Yu: "Just flatter me."
Fu Yu said seriously: "Chef Zhao, thank you. Chef Yao told me that you specifically asked him to take me."
"I know, just cherish the opportunity." Zhao Meng smiled with satisfaction and said sincerely: "Chef Yao hasn't taken care of anyone in many years. If you can learn his skills, you won't have to envy him in the future. ”
Fu Yu picked up the cup and clinked it with Zhao Meng: "Chef Zhao, don't worry, I will definitely study hard."
Then the words changed, but I don't dare to expect to be like Chef Yao in the future. At most, I will surpass you! "
"Bah! You always compare yourself to me!" Zhao Meng was so angry that he punched Fu Yu and said with a smile: "I 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, this was really the truth.
He drank the wine himself: "Just like me, I wanted to live my life as a poem, sometimes simple, sometimes exquisite, but unexpectedly my life turned into my song."
Zhao Meng was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Fu Yu laughed at himself: "Sometimes it's unreliable, and sometimes it's out of tune."
"You kid!" Zhao Meng laughed.
eat and drink.
Zhao Meng, under the influence of alcohol, said something from his heart: "I'm telling you, this guy must work hard and be motivated."
Fu Yu nodded.
Zhao Meng pointed to the drink machine on the roadside: "Look, the same bottle of drink costs three yuan here and ten yuan in our restaurant. Many times, a person's value depends on his location."
Fu Yu lay in bed at night, thinking over and over the last words Zhao Meng said.
Secretly determined, he must win this opportunity to become a regular employee.
Maybe, this is his only chance to stay.
...
Yesterday was a day off.
Fu Yu deliberately got up early and took the initiative to follow the dishes.
After everything was put into storage, Fu Yu was surprised to find that [? 】
Fu Yu took the initiative to ask: "Shall I help you bring the purchase order to Chef Zhao for signature later?"
Xu Wei smiled and said, "Oh, no need. I've moved. From now on, I will eat in the cafeteria in the morning. Then I can just ask Chef Zhao to sign."
"oh."
so disappointed......
Another income will be lost in the future!
Returning from the warehouse, check in on the way.
The screen of the time card machine turned out to be black.
"what happened?"
Fu Yu turned to ask the waiter Li Ran who also came to check in.
Li Ran waved his hand: "There seems to be a problem with the system. Someone will come over to debug it soon."
Fu Yu frowned: "What about punching in?"
"Hey! No need to clock in today, we'll wait until it's repaired."
Just as the cashier came down from upstairs, he saw them and quickly informed them.
Li Ran was very happy: "Hey! That's good. Then you don't have to come here tonight."
Fu Yu's expression changed and he touched his chest.
Depend on!
If I can’t clock in, wouldn’t it mean that I can’t receive daily tasks?
Double loss, heartache! !
...
Another busy morning.
Fu Yu was immersed in his sad mood. Wang Yuxuan, the waiter who was serving the dishes, suddenly hurried to the kitchen and said anxiously: "It's broken! Master Zhao, the customer of 302 said that the lemon chicken feet we made did not taste authentic. Said we have changed the chef and want to see you."
Zhao Meng was stunned: "What? Lemon chicken feet are not authentic? How is that possible!"
Fu Yu was also surprised.
Is this looking for trouble?
Lemon chicken feet is the specialty of the store.
It is very popular among customers because it is sour and spicy and appetizing.
This dish is usually marinated in advance the afternoon before and used directly the next day.
How could there be a sudden taste problem?
These are all proportional.
"Okay, I'll go over after I finish frying this dish."
Two minutes later.
Zhao Meng temporarily handed the order in hand to Gu Yunwu, put on his apron and walked out.
Fu Yu hurriedly followed behind, thinking that if there was any dispute, he could help with a few words to support the scene.
After entering private room 302, I saw clearly the customers sitting inside.
Zhao Meng's expression changed.
There are really two familiar faces among the guests at this table, they are regular customers of the store.
If you are not a new customer, then there must be something wrong with the food.
The middle-aged man who was the leader of the customers was a little surprised when he saw Zhao Meng: "Hey, Chef Zhao, you are really the one in charge? So what's going on with this chicken feet? Does it taste different from before?"
When Zhao Meng heard this, he quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll try the taste first to see where the problem is."
The customer made room, and Zhao Meng stepped forward, picked up a piece of chicken feet with new chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
This time, his face suddenly turned dark.
The taste is really wrong, it’s just a little bit off, not sour enough!
