The middle-aged woman took out her mobile phone skillfully.
Turn on the camera.
The camera focuses on the butter-baked lobster on the dinner plate.
Click! Click!
Take two pictures in a row.
Then the camera turned, and the other three sisters hurriedly came over, with four smiling faces facing the camera.
After taking pictures of the dishes and people, the middle-aged woman glanced around and saw the handsome young chef standing in front of the dining table. The camera flickered and took another picture.
Then I found an in-cabin photo from my photo album that I took on a plane ride last year, and then found two pictures of a restaurant that I couldn’t remember where they were taken.
Put several groups of photos into a nine-square grid.
Type carefully in the circle of friends: In your free time, take a walk, go shopping, taste delicious food with your sisters, enjoy life, and cherish yourself!
In almost ten seconds, notifications for new messages in Moments began to sound one after another.
Friend No. 1: Like.
And left a message: Oh my god, where have you been? Oh, this restaurant looks quite high-end.
Friend No. 2: Like.
And left a message: Butter-baked lobster, the presentation seems to be Michelin-starred, right? Have you gone to Shanghai again? You are so chic!
The middle-aged woman replied to Friend No. 1: Just take some time to relax.
Then he replied to Friend No. 2: It tastes great!
Then he admired it smugly.
Vanity was once again satisfied.
Fu Yu watched the guests begin to taste the food and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"How is the taste?"
Fu Yu looked at the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman swallowed the food in her mouth and nodded: "Yeah, it's delicious."
Fu Yu retired after his success: "Those guys, please use them slowly. I'm going back first."
The middle-aged woman was conquered by the delicious food and nodded absently.
The next second, an electronic prompt sounded in Fu Yu's ears:
【Ding! The NPC customer’s task: taste the butter-baked lobster that is comparable to Michelin. It has been successfully completed and the reward is: a random prize]
[Draw random prizes: yes or no]
Fu Yu couldn't smile from ear to ear.
This random prize is not random at all.
The first time you win is mission points.
The second time I won was an oil-free colander.
The third time was the incredibly awesome Ingenuity Badge.
I don’t know what I will draw again this time.
Fu Yu was full of expectations. Just when he was about to choose a random prize, the waiter who was passing the dishes tugged his sleeve.
Fu Yu turned around.
The waiter who served the dishes was looking at him in surprise.
I don’t understand why Fu Yu just said hello to the customer and said he was leaving, but in the blink of an eye he froze on the spot with a proud smile on his face.
Only then did Fu Yu realize that he had lost his composure, and hurriedly followed the waiter who was passing the dishes out of the private room.
"It's nothing, I'll go back first."
Fu Yu couldn't wait to go back and draw prizes.
The waiter who served the dishes blocked his way with a gossipy look.
"Fu Chu, you said before that the chefs in the music restaurant were all brought out by Yao Chu. Is that true?"
Fu Yu was stunned.
Then I remembered that I had made this excuse before in order to retain customers.
He hurriedly explained in a low voice: "No, I was just trying to trick them. If I really let them go, not only would this table of dishes be lost, but the reputation of our store would also be damaged."
After all, there were a lot of customers watching at the time, and people's words were scary, and there was no telling what would happen in the end.
The waiter who served the dishes immediately looked at Fu Yu with a look of conviction.
I feel that the image of the young back chef in front of me has instantly grown a lot taller in my mind.
Waiters serving food should stay at the door of the private room they are responsible for, ready to serve customers at any time.
After Fu Yu said goodbye to her, he turned and walked back to the dormitory.
As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs on the second floor, he met Gu Yunwu who was coming down from the third floor.
Gu Yunwu was chatting and laughing with a middle-aged man of similar age.
Behind them were several companions.
Seeing Fu Yu, Gu Yunwu was stunned for a moment and asked, "Xiao Fu, why are you here?"
Fu Yu shook his head and politely called Chef Gu without mentioning what happened just now.
Gu Yunwu smiled and introduced to the others: "This is our little chef in the kitchen, Fu Yu."
The people next to him looked at Fu Yu and were a little surprised: "Oh, he is so handsome!"
Gu Yunwu said cheerfully: "Xiao Fu is a well-known handsome guy in our kitchen. He is very popular and is liked by the little girls."
Fu Yu: "..."
Why doesn’t my client know this? !
Gu Yunwu came to see off his friends. Fu Yu said hello and voluntarily gave up his place.
After Gu Yunwu and his party went downstairs first, he followed them slowly.
After waiting on the first floor and saying goodbye politely, Fu Yu turned around and went to the dormitory.
He was on the day shift today. If it hadn't been for the previous episode, he would have gone back to rest long ago.
Thinking of the butter-baked lobster he just made, Fu Yu couldn't help but feel a little complacent.
Now, among his personal skills, "baking" has reached the intermediate level. When encountering similar dishes in the future, he no longer has to worry about cooking skills.
Especially through the cooking just now, he found that both his hand speed and operational proficiency seemed to have been practiced for a long time.
As long as you pick up the knife, your hand speed will naturally increase.
It's simply amazing.
Fu Yu raised his hands and brought them to his eyes to take a closer look.
The palms have clear lines, the fingers are slender, and the joints are well-proportioned. What a pair of hands!
Now that my hands have grown like this, I will be able to use them as I wish in the future.
Without brain control, you can cook all kinds of top-notch delicious food with your own hands.
Thinking of this, Fu Yu couldn't help but encourage him in a low voice: You are considered a pair of mature hands after all. You must work hard. Try to cook by yourself in the future, and don't let me worry about it.
Wang Yuxuan, who was rushing over in a hurry, happened to hear Fu Yushen's nagging words and was suddenly shocked.
"Fu Yu, are you okay?"
Fu Yu came to his senses: "Huh? Oh, I'm fine."
"Did you see Chef Gu?"
Wang Yuxuan asked anxiously.
"Chef Gu?" Fu Yu was stunned and said hurriedly: "I saw it. He just went to see off the guests. He should be in the foyer now, right?"
Wang Yuxuan shook his head: "No, I just came back from the foyer and I didn't see Chef Gu."
Fu Yu saw her anxious look and asked, "What's wrong? Why don't you call Chef Gu?"
Wang Yuxuan said hurriedly: "I called, but no one picked up. Fu Yu, how about you go over and help me take a look!"
Fu Yu was also a little curious, so he followed her to Private Room 105 on the first floor without asking any more questions.
There was a mother and son sitting in the private room. The mother was in her early forties and the son was sixteen or seventeen years old. They were wearing high school uniforms.
The two sat side by side at the dining table, not talking.
Hearing the noise, the boy looked up first.
He looks a bit mature, with a square face, his hair shaved extremely short, and his face is pale and his cheeks are thin.
Wearing a red school uniform, she looks like she has a big head and a small neck, and she has an unhealthy complexion from the inside out.
Fu Yu looked at the mother and son and asked politely: "Excuse me, do you have anything special to tell the chef?"
The boy looked at Fu Yu and said calmly: "I have anorexia, and now I suddenly want to eat, so I hope you can cook quickly."
Fu Yu was stunned.
Anorexia, and when you have a sudden craving for food?
He nodded: "Okay, I'll try my best."
The boy's mother was obviously anxious and wanted to urge him.
The boy turned his head and said softly: "I have finished communicating, Mom, please don't talk."
When the boy's mother heard this, her expression suddenly changed: "The business in their store is good, I'm afraid the food will be served too slowly."
The boy said word by word: "If you don't listen to me, I won't eat it."
After the boy finished speaking, he turned his head.
As expected, his mother didn't speak again.
Fu Yu was dumbfounded. How could they be mother and son? They looked like they were getting along like father and daughter.
