Fu Yu cooked four pots of seafood porridge and handed the pots to the workers next to him to clean them.
When Zhao Meng turned around, he was busy cutting up the seafood with his head down.
The worker in charge of packing came back from the shelf and was glared at by Zhao Meng.
Zhao Meng scolded: "Be more careful in your work!"
Boy: "...Okay, Chef Zhao."
He cursed in his heart: Damn it, Chef Zhao is getting angry again, so unlucky, he should have taken a detour just now...
Fu Yu was busy working when Zhang Jiaxin came over.
"Chef Gu asked me to come over and help."
Fu Yu raised his head and said hello: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Then he lowered his head and continued the work at hand.
The worker next to him who was responsible for washing the pots handed over the wok: "Fu Yu, the pot is ready."
Fu Yu pinched the crab and said to Zhang Jiaxin: "Help me take the pot."
Zhang Jiaxin nodded, took the wok, and hung it on the wall next to him: "What else do you need me to do?"
Fu Yu turned around and glanced: "Hey! Just put the wok directly on the stove. There are still 22 servings. Three pots are enough."
When Zhang Jiaxin heard this, he couldn't help being stunned, but he still nodded: "Okay."
The basin at Fu Yu's hand was already filled with cut seafood, and Zhang Jiaxin came over to help clean it.
Fu Yu turned around and took the washed rice handed over by the waiter and mixed it with oil.
When Zhang Jiaxin came back with the washed seafood pieces, he saw that three woks were already boiling water.
Zhang Jiaxin was stunned. Isn't there hot water? Do you need to burn it specially? ? ?
Then I saw Fu Yu pour rice into three woks.
Zhang Jiaxin was stunned!
"Aren't you going to use the wok to make porridge?"
Fu Yu: "Yes, just use a wok!"
Zhang Jiaxin was stunned for a while, then turned to look at Zhao Meng who was busy with his back.
Suddenly, it must be Chef Zhao who ordered this.
After all, the customer requested that 80 seafood porridge set meals be delivered to the central square before 10 o'clock.
With only four stoves, it is impossible to deliver on time.
Special responses to special situations.
"Let me help you stir it up."
Zhang Jiaxin took the initiative to take the wooden shovel and prepared to help keep an eye on it to avoid getting confused.
Fu Yu said casually: "Oh, no need, I have already adjusted the heat. It won't burn the bottom."
Zhang Jiaxin frowned and said nothing, but in his heart he felt that Fu Yu was a little distracted!
They were both in charge, but Fu Yu was a bit too pretentious.
This is a wok, not a non-stick pan.
The easiest thing to do when making porridge is that it gets mushy at the bottom. If it gets stuck on the bottom accidentally, the mushy smell will come out and it will ruin the whole pot of porridge.
Zhang Jiaxin hesitated for a moment, but finally hung up the shovel in his hand.
Since Fu Yu has refused his help, there is absolutely no need for him to be warm-hearted.
Half a minute later, the water boiled.
Zhang Jiaxin looked at Fu Yu.
Fu Yu was indifferent.
After a minute, the rice grains began to stir.
Fu Yu was indifferent.
Three minutes later, the rice soup was completely turbid, and the aroma of seafood filled the air.
Fu Yu was indifferent.
After ten minutes, the water line dropped significantly and the rice grains began to expand.
Fu Yu was indifferent.
Zhang Jiaxin: "..."
Do you really just let it go?
If this situation continues, it will soon be blurred. No, it must have been blurred. Didn't you see that the hot air that came out started to condense?
Zhang Jiaxin hesitated for a moment, then said to Fu Yu: "Fu Yu, is it time to stir the pot?"
Fu Yu groaned, took the shovel and stirred the three woks casually.
Sure enough, the bottom of the pot was not sticky at all, and the heat was well controlled.
Half an hour later, Fu Yu announced that the seafood porridge was ready.
Immediately, a worker came over with a packing box.
Fu Yu packed the seafood porridge one by one.
The extra portion was put in a small basin alone, and he planned to keep it for a while as a midnight snack.
Another worker took over the wok and cleaned it.
Zhang Jiaxin looked at the used wok in shock.
The bottom of the pot was actually clean, with no trace of paste at all.
Is this a non-stick pan?
No, they also have this kind of wok, it’s just an ordinary iron pan.
Although the brand is good and the price is very expensive, it is just that the quality is better and it is not non-stick!
After all, in the kitchen, unless you are making fried food, you will not use non-stick pans. After all, the shovels and spoons that chefs are accustomed to use will do too much damage to the primer.
And using a non-stick pan is indeed not as easy as a normal wok.
Zhang Jiaxin felt that there was something wrong with his eyes.
So he leaned over and said proactively: "I'll clean the pot."
He took the pot and when no one was looking, he reached out and touched the bottom of the pot.
There is really no confusion.
This pot!
It is indeed the ordinary wok they usually use!
Zhang Jiaxin: "..."
When he looked at Fu Yu again, something was wrong with Zhang Jiaxin's eyes.
The worker in charge of packing placed the packaged seafood porridge on the shelf and counted: "80 servings of seafood porridge completed!"
An electronic prompt sounded suddenly in Fu Yu's ears:
【Ding! NPC chef Zhao Meng released an emergency limited time task: Please complete 80 servings of seafood porridge within two hours. It has been successfully completed and you will receive a reward: RMB 200 yuan, 3 skill points, and task experience +100]
The next second, the phone vibrated and cash arrived.
Fu Yu took a long breath.
Mission accomplished.
Before he could relax, he heard Zhao Meng ask in disbelief: "How many servings of seafood porridge have you finished?"
The worker answered truthfully: "80 copies!"
Zhao Meng ignored the work in hand and went over to take a look at the packing bags on the shelf.
There are four layers of them.
Zhao Meng turned around and saw Fu Yuzheng wiping the kitchen counter with a rag. He couldn't help but walked over quickly and asked in a low voice with a dark face: "Did you cut corners?"
The prescribed cooking time for seafood porridge is half an hour, and the rice grains must be cooked thoroughly.
I can make 80 servings of seafood porridge in such a short time, unless there is too little porridge in each box.
The less it is served, the more portions will naturally come from it.
Other than that, it's just possible that the cooking time isn't enough.
In terms of work, Zhao Meng has always been strict with himself and treated others harshly!
Without a rigorous work spirit, you are not worthy of being a chef.
After all, the food brought out from the kitchen is for customers to eat, and there is no room for negligence.
Fu Yu used the wok privately, smiled guiltily and was about to explain.
Zhang Jiaxin came back from washing the pot next to him. When he saw Zhao Meng, he hurriedly said hello: "Cook Zhao, the seafood porridge is all packed. Is there anything else you need me to do?"
Zhao Meng was stunned: "You came here to help? Oh, no, please go back quickly."
Zhang Jiaxin agreed and hung the wok on the wall.
Zhao Meng couldn't help but glare at Fu Yu: "Chef Gu sent someone over to help, but you ordered him to clean the pot?"
Zhang Jiaxin heard this and hurriedly explained: "No, Chef Zhao, I have to help wash the pots. Mainly because Chef Gu asked me to come over and help, but Fu Yu did all the work himself, and I couldn't get involved. , I just wanted to find some work for myself."
After Zhao Meng heard this, he hated iron even more.
There are people helping the kitchen. If we don’t take advantage of them, why do we need to do everything ourselves?
And this Zhang Jiaxin didn't even look at him.
Fu Yu must be very busy preparing 80 servings of seafood porridge by himself.
Fortunately for him, he just watched from the side. In the end, he had no job and went to clean the pot!
There are many people doing the cooking, so it looks like he is doing it!
Zhao Meng was angry at Fu Yu for not living up to expectations and not being able to learn how to order people to work.
I feel sorry for Fu Yu and feel sorry for Fu Yu.
Zhao Meng looked at Zhang Jiaxin: "What's the use of washing the wok? Are you using a casserole for making porridge?"
Fu Yu hurriedly wanted to explain.
Zhang Jiaxin had already said: "No, Fu Yu uses a wok to make porridge."
Zhao Meng: "!"
Use a wok to cook porridge! !
Zhao Meng suddenly became angry.
This might as well be cutting corners!
