Zhao Meng has been a chef for more than 20 years and has encountered all kinds of situations.
But it is precisely because of this that he cherishes his hard-earned reputation even more.
Every customer who recognizes his cooking skills is what he wants to keep.
After all, for him now, he has money and a stable job.
Making customers feel happy and full has gradually become the only pursuit.
Seeing Zhao Meng's expression change after trying the food, Fu Yu was so concerned that he didn't notice the [? 】
Fu Yu asked in a low voice: "Chef Zhao, is there really something wrong with the taste?"
Zhao Meng put down his chopsticks, glanced sideways at him, and nodded: "Yeah, it's almost sour."
【Ding! NPC Chef Zhao Meng’s mission: to help solve the matter at hand and to recreate an authentic tasting lemon chicken feet. Mission completion reward: RMB 200, personal skills: pickling experience +10, mission experience: +10]
[Yes or no to accept the task]
Fu Yu was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had accidentally triggered Zhao Meng's side mission.
Quickly choose to accept.
Zhao Meng grinded the chicken bones with his back molars and swallowed it directly. He apologized to the diners here with regret and annoyance: "I'm sorry, it was my negligence. This dish is indeed not acidic enough. This matter is my responsibility, and I must apologize to the diners." You apologize."
Customers come here to eat, not to find trouble. What they want is actually an attitude.
Zhao Meng's attitude was in place, and the customer was naturally relieved.
"I specially invited friends over for dinner today. I wanted to try this chicken feet, but I was a little disappointed. But forget it, humans are bound to make mistakes. It's just a dish. Just be careful next time."
The customer's words were almost the same as slapping Zhao Meng in the face.
What chefs can't bear the most is customers' disapproval of their cooking skills.
Zhao Meng took a deep breath and put on an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Let's do this. I'm going to pay you for this dish today. I'm trying to compensate you. You must give me this chance to make amends."
When the customer heard this, he felt embarrassed and waved his hand: "No, it won't happen!"
Zhao Meng repeatedly offered to waive the order, but the customers refused.
In the end, Zhao Meng paid out of his own pocket and took a bottle of red wine from the store with a purchase price of 500 and a price of 1,500 and sent it to private room 302.
The customer was really satisfied this time, and said with a smile: "Look, you spent a lot of money, it's really... Chef Zhao, don't worry, I will come over to eat in the future, and this little thing will definitely not matter." Take it to heart, we can be friends this time."
Zhao Meng breathed a sigh of relief.
After saying some more polite words, he turned around and went back to the kitchen.
The atmosphere in the kitchen became stagnant because of Zhao Meng's gloomy expression.
Zhao Meng went straight to the storage room.
Yesterday afternoon, his freshly marinated lemon chicken feet were put in glass jars and placed on the shelf.
Zhao Meng opened the lid, reached out and fished out a piece of chicken feet, put it into his mouth and chewed it.
His face immediately turned black.
The taste is really bad.
how can that be possible!
He has been making this dish for more than 20 years and has never had any mistakes.
Because this dish is not like stir-fries or stews, there are restrictions on the control of heat and time.
The ingredients of lemon chicken feet are all precise to a few grams and a few taels. As long as you follow the recipe, even a layman can make the same taste.
Why is the acidity so bad?
Zhao Meng recalled carefully and found that the lemons were indeed fresh.
Then there's vinegar.
vinegar! ! !
Zhao Menghu was stunned.
He quickly walked out of the storage room and shouted: "Sun Qingning!!"
Sun Qingning was startled when he saw this posture. He trotted over and said anxiously: "Chef Zhao, what's wrong?"
Zhao Meng asked: "When making lemon chicken feet yesterday, what degree of vinegar did you give me?"
"Ah?" Sun Qingning was stunned and answered honestly: "Yes, it's just 9 degrees of jealousy!"
Zhao Meng turned around and ran towards his kitchen counter, turned around and asked, "Which one did you get?"
Sun Qingning pointed to one of the bottles tremblingly.
When Fu Yu saw it, he knew something was wrong.
The bottle Sun Qingning pointed to was the 5-degree vinegar, and the 9-degree vinegar was the bottle next to it.
For this brand of vinegar, the outer packaging of 9-degree vinegar and 5-degree vinegar are the same, the only difference is the degree, and there is no particularly obvious labeling prompt.
When Fu Yu usually separates bottles, it is because he uses them frequently, so he knows which bottle has more left, and can quickly tell the difference based on the amount used.
The acidity of 9-degree vinegar is too high. Generally, 5-degree vinegar is used for cooking.
But because Fu Yu was not here yesterday, Zhao Meng asked Sun Qingning to get jealous.
Because Sun Qingning was nervous and couldn't keep up with Zhao Meng's pace many times, his head was swollen from being punished. He didn't even make a careful distinction at that time and handed the 5-degree jealousy to Zhao Meng.
Because Zhao Meng was so confident in himself, he didn't even try the taste when making the pickling, and just sealed it.
When it comes to this matter, both people are wrong.
But the chef is the leader, and he has already been bled. Five hundred yuan has been lost, and his most cherished reputation has been damaged.
So Sun Qingning was scolded bloody.
Zhao Meng finished cursing and continued working.
Finally passed the busiest meal time.
Everyone in the kitchen went over to eat.
Zhao Meng didn't go, he was going to make another lemon chicken feet.
Sun Qingning came over to him. Because he was nervous, he held his phone tightly and took a deep breath before saying, "Chef Zhao, I just transferred 500 yuan to you. I'll pay for the wine."
After Sun Qingning finished speaking, he closed his mouth.
He was afraid that Zhao Meng would curse again.
He was even more afraid that Zhao Meng would not accept the money.
He really didn't expect that a moment of negligence would lead to today's consequences.
In their restaurant, at least since he applied for the job, there has never been a customer complaining to the chef about the taste.
Now he no longer dares to hope for positive indicators.
Because of today's incident, whether he can continue to work here in the future is a question.
"Forget it, take this incident today as a lesson and be more careful in your future work."
Zhao Meng waved his hand impatiently: "Let's go eat."
Sun Qingning's heart skipped a beat. Looking at Zhao Meng's gloomy expression, he hesitated for a long time and finally did not dare to stay any longer.
When Fu Yu came back from taking the chicken feet from the warehouse, he saw Sun Qingning leaving the kitchen with a look of dismay.
Zhao Meng is soaking ginger slices and peppercorns in boiling water.
Fu Yu leaned over and asked with concern: "Chef Zhao, are you still angry?"
Seeing that he had brought back the ingredients, Zhao Meng waved his hand: "Okay, you go and eat."
Fu Yu didn't leave. He took the chicken feet over to clean them, and then quickly started to remove the nails one by one.
Zhao Meng tried to chase him out twice but failed, so he just let it go.
Fu Yu brought over the prepared chicken feet.
Zhao Meng glanced at it, sighed, and said nothing else.
The processed chicken feet are finally marinated.
All afternoon, everything was business as usual.
After get off work in the evening, Zhao Meng suddenly called Fu Yu and asked him to divide the jar of pickled lemon chicken feet into four small jars and put them in the paper bags used for takeout in the store.
In addition, each paper bag also contains two cans of the store's special side dishes.
Fu Yu was quite puzzled at the time, not knowing what Zhao Meng was going to do.
When we drove to the place, we accompanied Zhao Meng to the customer's home, apologized and gave him a gift, and a set of procedures was completed.
Fu Yu sighed in admiration: "Chef Zhao, you are so responsible."
He had obviously paid for the wine, but he even came to deliver a gift.
In this way, not only will customers not care about this matter, they will probably think that Zhao Meng is a good person and have a better impression of him.
Zhao Meng said: "For us cooks, the only thing that customers recognize is our cooking skills. No matter what we do, we can't damage our reputation."
Fu Yu nodded.
I think this is particularly reasonable.
Fu Yu followed Zhao Meng to the homes of three customers in a row.
Fortunately, they were all regular customers of the store and had a phone number for ordering food, so Zhao Meng's contact went smoothly.
Sending off the last one.
On the way back, Zhao Meng breathed a long sigh of relief and said earnestly: "These three customers also ordered this dish in the morning. Although they didn't come to us, we can't take chances just because the customers are generous."
"What you give away now will be repaid in the future. If customers feel that the chef's skills in the store have deteriorated and will not come back in the future, that will be a real loss."
Fu Yu learned a little more experience.
Just as he was about to nod, an electronic sound suddenly sounded in his ears.
【Ding! NPC Chef Zhao Meng’s mission: to help solve the matter at hand and to make an authentic lemon chicken feet, which has been successfully completed. Rewards obtained: RMB 200, personal skills: pickling experience +10, task experience: +10]
The next second, the phone vibrated.
