Fu Yu agreed to let Sun Qingning be responsible for the lunch meal, so he went over to communicate with Yao Yihang.
There are also two ready-made dishes at Guchu.
Fu Yu will prepare another meat dish, and Yao Yihang will prepare two vegetarian dishes.
For soup, just drink the fresh jellyfish soup that is chilled in the cold storage. The amount is enough.
During the meal, Fu Yu specially served half a bowl of rice for Zhao Meng.
After roasting with oil smoke all morning, and occasionally tasting dishes, my appetite will be affected to a certain extent.
When Zhao Meng eats, he likes to eat less and more, so as not to look at a bowl full of rice and lose his appetite.
As a result, Fu Yu sluggishly ate two bowls of rice and two bowls of soup. When he looked up, he realized that Zhao Meng hadn't even finished the half of the bowl of rice.
Fu Yu leaned over and asked in a voice that could only be heard between the two of them: "Why do you eat so little?"
Zhao Meng shook his head: "I don't have much appetite. Maybe it's because I didn't get any rest last night."
Fu Yu wanted to talk, so Zhao Meng put down his chopsticks and said, "Eat more. If you get busy at night, you may have to wait until what time the meal can be served."
Then he stood up and left.
Fu Yu saw that Zhao Meng was in a bad state and secretly became concerned.
The afternoon was fine. I took two orders leisurely, both of which were small noodle dishes.
In a blink of an eye, it was meal time and I immediately became busy.
The order clerk came over again to deliver the order.
Zhao Meng took it and took a look at it, picked out a few dishes to keep, and handed the rest to Fu Yu.
With just such a wrong move, Fu Yu watched as Zhao Meng staggered and was about to sit down on the ground the next second.
He rushed over in two quick steps, grabbed Zhao Meng's arm, and supported him.
As a result, Fu Yu's heart suddenly skipped a beat after joining hands.
Zhao Meng's body was obviously falling downwards, and he had no strength to support him at all.
Fu Yu hurriedly took half a step away, firmly holding Zhao Meng's armpits with one hand, and tightly hugging his waist with the other hand. He relied on the strength of both arms to hold the person steady without letting Zhao Meng. Make a fool of yourself.
"Chef Zhao, are you okay?"
Fu Yu didn't dare to say anything and asked in a low voice.
Zhao Meng shook his head: "No, no, I, I can't stand..."
He actually started to lose the energy to even speak.
Fu Yu was so anxious that he didn't care about anything else and hurriedly carried Zhao Meng to the back door.
No matter what, we have to take the person to the hospital first.
He acted quickly, but Zhang Jinyu, the cook who was following Zhao Meng and helping out in the kitchen, panicked.
When Zhao Meng's accident happened, he was standing nearby preparing the dishes. When he turned around, he saw Fu Yu carrying Zhao Meng out, and Zhao Meng's whole body was like a puddle of soft mud, being dragged along.
Zhang Jinyu took a look and immediately became confused. He couldn't care about anything and ran after him, reaching out to help Zhao Meng.
When he was so surprised, other people nearby also noticed something was wrong and immediately gathered around him.
Everyone was in a panic and wanted to help.
Fu Yu quickly stopped and stopped him: "Chef Zhao just has a little hypoglycemia. I'll send him back to the house to rest. Do what you should do, don't delay your work!"
Fu Yu looked very calm on his face, but he was already panicking in his heart, because Zhao Meng's body was limp at this time, and he obviously had no strength at all.
This symptom is really scary, and Fu Yu doesn't know any first aid methods. The only thing he can think about now is to send the person to the hospital for treatment.
No one around him could count on him. Fu Yu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. In such a short period of time, big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He was afraid that Zhao Meng's condition was serious, and his heart was beating rapidly.
"Chef Zhao! Chef Zhao!! How do you feel?"
Fu Yu asked with concern while carrying Zhao Meng to the back door.
Zhao Meng felt weak all over, his lips were slightly open, and his words were weak: "Ask Chef Yao to take me to the hospital. You, go and take the order quickly, the customers are still waiting!"
Zhao Meng's voice was weak, and the kitchen was noisy. Fu Yu couldn't help but guess what he meant.
After turning out of the back door, Fu Yu used the support of the wall to support Zhao Meng with one hand, took out his mobile phone with the other hand, and called Yao Shi.
"Cook Yao, Chef Zhao fell ill. Can you come over and take Chef Zhao to the hospital? We are in the corridor by the back door..."
Afterwards, Fu Yu called Sun Qingning again: "Don't make any noise. Come over to the back door immediately, and you will take Chef Zhao to the hospital with Chef Yao later..."
Sun Qingning came over first and helped support Zhao Meng.
Fu Yu warned: "When Chef Yao comes, you can follow him to the hospital. If you have any news, be sure to inform me as soon as possible!"
Sun Qingning quickly agreed.
Fu Yu handed Zhao Meng to Sun Qingning: "Just stay here and wait. Chef Yao will be here soon."
Hearing that Yao Shi was coming soon, Sun Qingning suddenly had a backbone and nodded quickly.
He stretched out his arms to hug Zhao Meng, supported himself against the wall, and let Zhao Meng fall into his arms.
Fu Yu didn't delay any longer.
It's time for dinner, and the dishes that have been ordered must be cooked immediately, otherwise problems will arise if customers are impatient and waiting!
Fu Yu had just turned on the stove when Yao Shi ran in from the door panting, rushing straight to the back door without stopping.
Gu Yunwu raised his head and saw it, and said hello: "Hey, Chef Yao, what are you doing in such a hurry?"
Yao Shi didn't bother to talk to him, waved his hand, and when he saw Fu Yu, he hurried over.
Seeing this, Fu Yu hurriedly whispered: "Chef Zhao is in the back corridor, and Sun Qingning is supporting him. Chef Yao, please send Chef Zhao to the hospital quickly..."
Yao Shi nodded, said nothing, and ran all the way to the back door.
As for Fu Yu, all he could do at this time was to quickly cook all the dishes on the order list.
The list that Zhao Meng tore up just now has been picked up by Zhang Jinyu and placed on the kitchen table.
Fu Yu reached for it, put it on the kitchen wall, and read the dishes on the menu from beginning to end.
I mentally estimated the order of cooking.
Without wasting any more time, turn on the heat, pour the oil, and start cooking the stir-fried dishes that come out of the pan quickly.
At this time, the news that Zhao Meng suddenly fell ill had spread throughout the kitchen.
Seeing this, Fu Yu told Zhang Jinyu beside him: "Don't publicize Chef Zhao's affairs to the outside world. If anyone asks, just say it's hypoglycemia!"
Zhang Jinyu was slightly startled, and nodded quickly when he saw Fu Yu's serious expression.
Gu Yunwu was busy taking orders for cooking and didn't pay attention to the situation here. Now that he heard the news, he couldn't leave and quickly sent Yao Yihang to inquire about the news.
Yao Yihang had just finished setting the dishes when he suddenly heard that Zhao Meng had fallen ill, so he hurriedly turned around and took a look.
Isn't that right? Fu Yu was the only one left in front of the kitchen, busy cooking the spoons. The stove on Zhao Meng's side was even turned off.
Seeing this, Yao Yihang narrowed his eyes, put down what he was doing, and walked over quickly.
"What's wrong with Chef Zhao? Wasn't he fine just now?"
"Is the situation serious? Is he okay?"
