The hallway is no place for talking.
Zhao Meng ordered: "Let's talk about it when we get back."
Fu Yu followed the three leaders back to the kitchen.
Along the way, Zhao Meng looked gloomy, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his breathing was heavy.
Fu Yu, on the other hand, was filled with anxiety.
He was still immersed in the joy of solving the matter just now, but now he realized with hindsight that there was really no reasonable explanation for this matter.
He can neither say that he has seen the customer's memory, nor can he say that his current level of noodle making has reached the elementary level, and he will definitely be able to make dumplings and knead the dough.
Now... it's bad!
How to explain it later?
Back to the kitchen.
Zhao Meng then began to train his apprentices behind closed doors.
"Tell me, what kind of bowl of noodles do you make that satisfies customers?"
Zhao Meng felt a little guilty in his heart.
He knows what his own craftsmanship is.
He has been making this seafood noodles for more than ten years, and he has already reached a level of precision in terms of ingredients and timing.
It is no exaggeration to say that as long as he has enough time, he can even guarantee that if he makes ten bowls of seafood noodles in a row, the taste of the ten bowls will be exactly the same without any error.
In this way, customers can cancel orders because of differences in taste.
What kind of bowl of noodles did Fu Yu make that impressed such a naughty customer?
Don’t say it’s 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 did the customer describe it?"
It’s definitely not easy to make the exact same taste just by customers’ word of mouth.
Fu Yu said truthfully: "The customer said that the noodles she had eaten had no shrimp meat, no crab, only chopped green onions, and they were delicious..."
Zhao Meng nodded: "Then what?"
Fu Yu replied: "No more."
Zhao Meng: "..."
After Fu Yu finished speaking, he didn't feel confident at all.
In just one sentence, it would be impossible for anyone else to predict the needs of customers.
Zhao Meng wanted to ask again, but Yao Shi interrupted him: "Well, we didn't eat at night anyway. Why don't you, Xiao Fu, work harder and make two bowls of seafood noodles? Chef Zhao and I will be here Eat here."
After saying that, he asked Gu Yunwu: "Would Chef Gu have a bowl?"
Gu Yunwu had just finished eating. He was almost suffering from indigestion after all the fuss. He hurriedly waved his hand: "No need."
Zhao Meng nodded: "Okay, Fu Yu, you go ahead and do it."
Food is something that can only be described with words, which is definitely not as intuitive as putting the actual thing in front of you, taking a look, 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, you idiot!"
Fu Yu struggled desperately: "I just cooked a bowl of ordinary noodles."
Zhao Meng stared: How can seafood noodles be ordinary?
All the buyers in the store buy are live shrimps, crabs, and scallops. Even if the insoles are cooked with these good things, the soup will be fresh.
Really unable to survive, Fu Yu could only bite the bullet and go to the stove.
The noodles are about to be cooked.
Everyone concentrated and observed.
Zhao Meng's eyes signaled to Yao Shi and Gu Yunwu: "Help me take a look. I'll see if I'm doing something wrong or not, and I'll give you some pointers!"
Yao Shi and Gu Yunwu nodded silently.
But when they saw Fu Yu pour oil directly into the pot, they suddenly frowned in unison.
The most taboo thing about seafood noodles is the oily noodle soup. Only the thick milky white soup will make the whole bowl of noodle soup particularly delicious and appetizing.
Fu Yu was a little nervous before, but now that he is really on the stove, he has calmed down.
It was the chef who asked him to make the noodles. Anyway, what he made was the taste that the customers wanted. As for whether it matched the taste of the two of them, it had nothing to do with him.
Thinking that he didn't eat anything at night, Fu Yu simply added one more serving of water to the pot after popping the chopped green onions.
Bring half the pot of water to a boil slowly.
Zhao Meng couldn't help but sigh.
He knew that this kid was totally messing around!
The preparation of seafood noodles is different from that of other noodles.
Need to make separate fabrics.
Cook the noodles until they are about half cooked, then heat oil in another pan, sauté the green onion and ginger until fragrant, add the seafood and stir-fry for a while. This is what you want.
Zhao Meng had previously made that bowl of noodles according to the traditional seafood noodle recipe.
Zhao Meng opened his mouth and closed it again.
His method is indeed authentic, but it is not the taste that customers want.
The water boiled and Fu Yu started to go down.
There was still a lot of dried noodles left in the package before. Fu Yu estimated how much the three of them would eat and simply put them all into the pot.
Zhao Meng: "!"
Yao Shi: "!!"
Gu Yunwu: "..."
The three people stared at the scene in front of them in stunned silence.
Since they became chefs, they haven't cooked noodles in a few years.
Although this thing is very common at home, it is precisely because it is too cheap and easy to use, so it has been directly abandoned in the kitchens of all big hotels.
Even the customer's birthday noodles are dragon whisker noodles hand-stretched by the chef in the back kitchen.
But now, at this moment.
Fu Yuzheng picked up the packaging bag and prepared to hang the noodles upside down.
Boiled noodles have no gold content.
Stir frequently with chopsticks to avoid sticking. When it is almost cooked, add some shrimp skin, sprinkle some salt and chicken essence, and it is ready to serve.
His operations were as smooth as clouds and water.
The dried noodles were poured out of the bag, held in the hand, and with a twist on the wrist, the dried noodles were spread out on the water like a peacock spreading its wings.
Zhao Meng was dumbfounded as he watched from the side.
This brat...
There is even a face-showing operation!
Can't bear it.
"Is this how you cook seafood noodles and serve them to customers?"
When Zhao Meng spoke, he could clearly hear the sound of his teeth grinding.
Fu Yu stirred the noodles and answered: "Well, the main reason is that the customer wanted to eat the seafood noodles made by her grandma. She requested that there be neither shrimp nor crabs. If there is no seafood, what is seafood noodles?"
Fu Yu said nonsense: "I just thought that since it is home-cooked and there is no seafood, maybe this so-called seafood noodles is just a name and has nothing to do with seafood."
"The noodle chefs are off work, and there is no ready-made ramen in the kitchen. I have no choice but to buy some noodles and come back."
"Unexpectedly, by chance, the customer took a bite of the seafood noodles I made and was moved to tears, saying it was exactly the same as her grandma's."
Zhao Meng was stunned. Damn it, is this okay?
His words made the three chefs present speechless for a moment!
Zhao Meng's heart: I almost really believed it!
Fu Yu saw that Zhao Meng still wanted to train others, so he quickly added: "Chef Zhao, after this incident, I deeply realized my shortcomings. From now on, I decided to spend an hour every day Go and improve my interviewing skills. Chef Zhao, you are so good at interviewing, please guide me and give me this opportunity to improve!"
The scene was stagnant for a while!
Fu Yu is able to bend and stretch, and instantly transforms into a licking dog. His face does not turn red, his heart does not beat, and he looks like he is telling the truth. I just admire my Chef Zhao!
Zhao Meng opened his mouth, but everything he wanted to say was snatched away.
Nima, you have said it, what else can I say! ! !
