During lunch time, the kitchen receives a lot of orders.
Zhao Meng came back, and Sun Qingning had no kitchen table to occupy, so he continued to help Fu Yu cook.
After a plate of vegetables was fried, Fu Yu was about to put it on the plate when he heard the waiter coming to report: "Chef Fu, the guests in box 209 want to see the chef in charge. Can you go over and take a look?"
The order list for 209 is a small table of noodles, four dishes, three dishes and one soup.
At that time, Zhao Meng was busy cooking. Fu Yu saw that the dishes were not difficult, so he said hello and took over by himself.
"Okay, I'll go over and take a look." Fu Yu agreed, then turned to report to Zhao Meng: "Chef Zhao, there are customers who want to see me, I'll go over there."
Zhao Meng turned to the waiter and asked, "Do you know why the customer wants to see the chef?"
The waiter said truthfully: "The food is delicious, and I want to order another one. However, due to the special situation of the old man, I need to communicate with the chef about the cooking method."
Zhao Meng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he wasn't looking for trouble.
"Okay, you go ahead. If you have anything to do, you must suppress it first and come back to me to discuss it."
Fu Yu agreed and left the kitchen.
209 boxes.
There were two customers sitting in front of the table. The elder was an old man, who was poking at the fish on the plate with his chopsticks.
Sitting next to him was a middle-aged woman with similar facial features.
The middle-aged woman was looking down and fiddling with her mobile phone. The plate in front of her was empty, and she had obviously not started eating yet.
The waiter knocked on the door, and the two people in the box looked up.
The waiter introduced: "This is our chef, Chef Fu. If you have anything, you can talk to him."
Fu Yu stepped forward in time: "Hello, do you need my help with anything?"
The old man lowered his head and poked at the fish on the plate with his chopsticks.
The middle-aged woman apologized: "My father has mild dementia and cannot express his wishes accurately, so I want to communicate with you before ordering."
Fu Yu suddenly understood and nodded: "Okay, if you have any requests, you can tell me."
The middle-aged woman explained: "My father has been wanting to eat fish for the past two days, but I made it twice at home and he was not satisfied, so I thought about bringing him over to try it outside."
"The food show on TV before was cooking fish. It looked sweet and sour to me, so I followed it, but my father refused to eat it. He couldn't explain his wishes clearly, and now he is making a fuss and refuses to eat. .”
While talking, the middle-aged woman couldn't help complaining: "This man is acting like a child when he is old. He is so unreasonable! No matter how hard he tries to persuade him, he refuses to listen. Look, I ordered four dishes, all of them fish. He refused to take a bite."
The woman sighed: "I just want to communicate with you whether there are any special dishes made with fish in the store."
Fu Yu was stunned. There were so many special dishes using fish as ingredients. After all, Qianlima was a time-honored restaurant that mainly focused on seafood.
This old man has mild dementia and cannot communicate. How can I recommend this?
Fu Yu thought for a while and asked: "You said before that your father thought of eating fish because he watched TV. Can you let him choose the dishes by looking at the pictures?"
The middle-aged woman was noncommittal: "I have found a lot of pictures on the Internet for him to look at, but it's no use. There is nothing he wants."
Fu Yu turned to the waiter and said, "Do you still have the old-fashioned recipes in the store? The big thick ones?"
The waiter hurriedly said: "Sister Gao's place should have it, I'll go and ask!"
The old-fashioned recipes were used by Maxima a few years ago. At that time, there were not so many innovative dishes, and the recipes have not been replaced with the current hardcover version. Almost every dish has a photo display.
Because it was too heavy, it was later replaced with the current hardcover version.
The waiter quickly came back with old-fashioned recipes.
When the middle-aged woman saw the thick and old menu, her brows suddenly furrowed. She wanted to say something, but she still held back her patience. Maybe it was because her request was acceptable, so she tolerated it.
The waiter quickly moved the tableware in front of the old man, then put the menu over and helped open the first page of the fish dishes for easy browsing.
The old man's attention was quickly attracted by the photo on the recipe.
The middle-aged woman asked: "Dad, is there anything you want to eat here?"
The old man was indifferent.
The middle-aged woman reached out and turned the page, then asked: "Where's this one? Isn't it there too?"
The old man showed no reaction.
The middle-aged woman flipped through several pages in succession, but the old man made no sign.
The middle-aged woman said impatiently: "Forget it, let's just serve two dishes."
She said, closing the cookbook casually, but her hand slipped and the page in front fell down.
After a pause, the old man, who seemed to be aloof from the incident, suddenly reached out to stop the page from sliding down, pointed at one of the photos, and opened his mouth excitedly: "Ahhhh..."
The middle-aged woman raised her head and took a look in surprise, her brows furrowing even more tightly.
The photo the old man pointed at was of pickles, and the presentation was quite unique. Various green vegetables were arranged in regular shapes, accompanied by a large bowl of old-fashioned meat sauce, which looked quite refreshing.
But what the old man pointed at his fingertips was not the plate of green vegetables, but the bowl of meat sauce next to it.
The middle-aged woman said: "Dad, this is sauce, not vegetables!"
But the old man poked the bowl of sauce in the photo hard and said something vaguely.
The middle-aged woman explained again, but the old man still clicked on the photo persistently.
The middle-aged woman said helplessly: "Okay, then order this dish. It will be served later. If you don't want to eat it, we will leave! It's agreed!"
The old man ignored her at all and just stared at the meat sauce in the photo.
The middle-aged woman said to Du Yu: "Then let's serve this old-fashioned dipping sauce."
Fu Yu looked at the old man and felt that he didn't seem to be interested in this bowl of meat sauce.
After all, the middle-aged woman said that the old man wanted to eat fish because he saw the scene of fresh fish being cooked on TV.
There has been a commotion for a day because of this matter.
Now you suddenly change what you want?
Probably not?
Fu Yu didn't know much about dementia, but one of his former neighbors had autism.
Such people are generally very persistent about things.
A seemingly small thing has become very important or even the only thing to be obsessed with in their world.
Fu Yu said: "Can I communicate with the old man again to confirm? After all, you came to your door specially. We must try our best to satisfy you."
Just as the middle-aged woman was about to speak, her cell phone suddenly rang.
She glanced at the caller ID, her expression changed, and she waved her hand to Fu Yu, telling him to be casual, while she stood up and avoided answering the phone.
Fu Yu breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward, pointing to the bowl of meat sauce and asking the old man: "Do you want to eat this bowl of meat sauce?"
The old man also reacted this time. He muttered something vaguely and tapped the photo with his fingertips.
Fu Yu quickly looked at the old man.
Fortunately!
The old man’s head appeared: [...]
The Ingenuity Badge is showing its power again!
