Fu Yu followed Zhao Meng back to the store.
Both of them haven't eaten since noon, but now that the matter has been resolved, their appetites have returned.
Zhao Meng rarely showed a smile: "Let's go to the kitchen and make you golden fried rice."
When Fu Yu heard this, his eyes lit up.
The golden fried rice made by Zhao Meng can only be described in one word: "fragrant"!
Overnight rice is stir-fried with fresh egg yolk and crab paste.
With just these ingredients, fried insoles can be delicious.
After frying and plating, Zhao Meng went to the storage room and took out a bottle of wine.
"Do you know what this is?"
Zhao Meng smiled mysteriously.
Fu Yu stretched his head and took a look, but didn't recognize it.
"Seahorse wine!" Zhao Meng said: "This is a good thing. Chef Yao had a lot of connections to get the real wine. You can't buy such pure wine on the market."
As he said that, he patted his waist: "Specially made up for here!"
Fu Yu understood instantly and asked with interest: "Is it easy to use?"
"It's necessary. Do you know why it has been left untouched?" Zhao Meng smiled obscenely: "There is no one around me, so I don't dare to drink it easily!"
Zhao Meng opened the wine bottle and poured a glass with Fu Yu.
Fu Yu took a sip, it tasted quite strange.
A little fishy and a little sweet.
But thinking it was a good thing, Fu Yu simply held his breath and drank the wine in the glass in two gulps.
Zhao Meng took a look at his posture and quickly stopped him: "Hey! Slow down, this is good stuff, don't drink it in vain!"
As he said that, he poured Fu Yu another glass.
After two glasses of seahorse wine, Fu Yu felt that his lower abdomen felt a little hot, not sure if it was a psychological effect.
"Don't tell me, it seems really exciting!"
Zhao Meng laughed and said: "Let me tell you, this stuff is not only a great supplement, but it can also help the growth of that area! If you drink it for a long time, you can grow at least five centimeters!"
Fu Yu stood up, grabbed the waist of his pants, and gestured with a smile: "With my conditions, 18 centimeters is enough, not too long..."
At this time, Wang Yuxuan happened to walk in. Hearing what Fu Yu said about 18 centimeters, he didn't take it seriously. When he saw where Fu Yu was making gestures, his eyes widened.
Is this so powerful? !
Why don't you notice it usually?
Wang Yuxuan couldn't help but stretched his head and looked over, trying to see through the phenomenon to the essence...
"Xiao Wang?"
Zhao Meng heard the movement and looked over.
Fu Yu turned around.
Wang Yuxuan quickly stood up straight, covered up a slight cough, and took the initiative to say hello: "Chef Zhao, it turns out you haven't rested yet?"
Fu Yu quickly loosened his pants and nodded to Wang Yuxuan awkwardly.
Zhao Meng smiled and said, "I'm hungry and stuttering."
Wang Yuxuan explained: "I want to eat instant noodles tonight. Come over and order some side dishes."
Zhao Meng nodded: "I just made some lemon chicken feet this afternoon, let me decorate them for you."
Wang Yuxuan thanked him repeatedly.
While Fu Yu was filling cans, she took a closer look.
It seems that apart from the protruding buttocks, there is really nothing unusual in the front.
I guess...it has something to do with the placement?
Fu Yu handed the packed lemon chicken feet to Wang Yuxuan.
【Ding! Wang Yuxuan’s favorability: +5]
Fu Yu: "!"
So this is also a foodie?
...
That night, Fu Yu couldn't help but miss Shu.
More than half of the newly purchased toilet paper is lost overnight.
The next morning, I punched out my card in a daze.
Fu Yu had just braced himself to leave when an electronic sound rang in his ears.
【Ding! Daily task: fight twenty times. Mission reward: RMB +100, +50 experience in playing Dutch, +50 mission experience]
I suddenly became energetic.
You only get five yuan for a call?
Isn’t it a bit too fussy?
Then I thought again, it was just free money anyway, no matter how small the lice are, they are still meat, and I felt relieved again.
The Chollima Hotel is very famous in this city.
Many diners come here because of its reputation, and there are also some regular patrons who come here for a meal every now and then.
After punching in, Fu Yu went to the kitchen and started preparing dishes with several other workers.
Zhao Meng came to work on time.
There is obviously still a lot of shadow left over from what happened yesterday.
The work speed of several small workers has been significantly accelerated.
Sun Qingning, in particular, looked like he was asking for forgiveness. He not only rushed to clean up the kitchen noodles for lunch, but also specially ordered a duck dish for everyone.
While no one else was around, Sun Qingning found an opportunity to apologize to Zhao Meng: "Chef Zhao, I was wrong. I was not careful and made such a low-level mistake. I will definitely pay attention next time. Please give me another chance. I really Repented.”
Zhao Meng sighed: "Forget it, it's over. Just pay attention next time."
Sun Qingning nodded, once again feeling that he was really clumsy and tongue-tied.
Couldn't help but find Fu Yu secretly again.
"Tell me, will Chef Zhao have any objections to me because of this matter?"
Fu Yu shook his head: "Don't worry, Chef Zhao has always been a sharp-tongued person."
He spoke from his heart.
After getting along for nearly a year, although Zhao Meng usually seems to have a bad temper, he is soft-hearted and kind.
No matter what happened, I would find a way to solve it. It would always be a matter of day. No matter how unforgiving I was, I would never hold a grudge or hold a grudge in private.
Just like Chef Yao, he is always smiling, but what he says most often is: "Redo it!"
It seems that after working in the chef profession for a long time, his personality starts to become a little more serious and principled.
In the afternoon, Fu Yu was helping in the kitchen with Zhao Meng.
Yao Shi suddenly came over and called someone: "Xiao Fu, Master Hao at the other end of the cafeteria has taken a temporary leave. There are not enough manpower. Please go over and help."
【Ding! The task of NPC chef Yao Shi: to help cook in the hotel canteen. Mission completion reward: RMB +20, spoon handling experience +10, mission experience +10]
[Accept task: yes or no]
The chef has given orders, so how can I refuse?
Fu Yu chose to accept.
The hotel canteen is set up separately, with two chefs and two workers responsible for providing three meals a day for more than 40 people in the store, from leadership to service staff and logistics.
Because it is a working meal, the level of the chef is not high.
Fu Yu didn't even change his clothes and followed Yao Shi directly to the cafeteria.
Yao Shi is the chef, and he is in charge of all the kitchens in the store.
He usually only comes to the canteen occasionally to check, but when he arrived this time, the chef Jiang Qingrong, who was busy preparing dishes, immediately became nervous.
"Chef Yao!"
Two workers also hurriedly followed to greet the inspection.
Chef Yao looked at the prepared dishes and said with a smile: "Remake!"
Jiang Qingrong became anxious when he heard this: "Chef Yao, why are you making this all over again? It's all according to the ordered recipe, that's right!"
Yao Shi said without any doubt: "It must be done again. Look at this pork belly, what are you going to do?"
Jiang Qingrong said sarcastically: "Braised pork."
Yao Shi said warmly: "That's right! Look at this big piece of fat meat, put it in the pot, even if you put any secret seasoning, it will definitely be greasy! If it can't reach the five-flavored and three-layered layers, how can it be called braised pork? ?
Jiang Qingrong blushed. He didn't expect that Yao Shi would suddenly come over to check today. He originally wanted to save the piece of pork belly for the three of them to have a barbecue and drink some wine privately in the afternoon, but he was caught red-handed.
"This is Xiao Fu, you all know him. He stays to help with the cooking."
Yao Shi gave an order and then warned: "Tonight, I will eat here in the cafeteria."
This was because he was afraid that Jiang Qingrong would not correct his mistakes.
