"I thought it was some kind of wretched uncle, but it turned out to be a young man who looked gentle and gentle. What do you think he thought!"
Sun Qingning was serving dishes while gossiping with Fu Yu.
Zhao Meng is in charge of today's lunch.
Sun Qingning picked up the uncooked carp that the customer ordered and stewed it. The fish pot was filled with cabbage, tofu and vermicelli, and it smelled quite fragrant.
"Let's go! Let's go eat!"
Fu Yu and the others had finished their last order. They walked out together, not forgetting to call Gu Yunwu over.
Gu Yunwu had just finished his work, and he turned to Yao Yihang and told Yao Yihang: "It will be over in a while. Hurry up and have dinner!"
Yao Yihang agreed and continued to spoon.
After the dishes in the pot were put on the plate and taken away, the last dish left on the order list was Japanese-flavored fried escargots.
This stir-fried field snail is one of Chollima’s most unique dishes.
Because Mr. Dong, the founder of Qianlima, initially set up stalls and iron pots in the Changdi area of Bei'an, and started his business by speculating and selling snails.
Later, after the establishment of Chollima Restaurant, this Japanese-flavored fried escargot has never been taken off the shelves, and is crowded with many special dishes.
A plate only costs 38 yuan, which is considered an economical and affordable dish on the entire menu.
Yao Yihang was in charge, and Zhang Jiaxin was helping with the cooking.
As soon as he put the snails into the pot, his cell phone rang suddenly.
I picked it up and saw that it was a call from his home.
Yao Yihang hurriedly picked it up. As soon as he said something, Yao Yihang's expression suddenly changed. He turned to Zhang Jiaxin and said, "Quick, come and stir the spoon. This dish is about to be seasoned. You can put it in as planned in a moment." It's on my mind, I'm going to make a phone call."
Zhang Jiaxin was stunned, and before he could react, Yao Yihang had already hurried to the back door.
Can you take a spoon?
Zhang Jiaxin blinked and looked at the empty kitchen table in front of him. A bright light slowly bloomed in his originally dull eyes!
There is actually a chance to get on the stove!
Zhang Jiaxin felt excited and hurriedly stepped forward and started cooking Japanese snails.
In fact, Zhang Jiaxin had already practiced on the stove a long time ago. When they were in school, they often practiced on the stove during their practical classes.
It's just that after coming to Chollima's kitchen, he never had the chance to cook.
Watching chefs like Zhao Meng and Gu Yunwu cooking with various skillful cooking techniques every day, over time, this self-confidence disappeared unconsciously.
Zhang Jiaxin started cooking seriously.
There is nothing difficult about this dish, because there are usually many people ordering it, and both Gu Yunwu and Yao Yihang often fry it.
Occasionally, he had the opportunity to work as a cook and start out. After seeing a lot, he naturally remembered the cooking methods.
I completed this Japanese-flavored fried escargot carefully and conscientiously.
Just as the waiter was being called over, Zhang Jiaxin solemnly handed over the plate of food he had spooned.
He fully expects that customers will be very satisfied when they taste this dish, right?
This is cooked exactly according to the recipe in the store, so there will definitely be no problems.
They say whatever they are afraid of will come.
Zhang Jiaxin was humming a song and cleaning up the kitchen table, planning to go over to eat, but the waiter trotted back.
"Where's Chef Yao?"
Zhang Jiaxin was stunned and said hurriedly: "I called, but I haven't come back yet. What's wrong?"
The waiter said: "The customer told me that the stir-fried snails just served didn't taste right, so we have to withdraw the dish and make it again!"
Zhang Jiaxin's expression suddenly changed: "Does it taste wrong?"
The waiter handed the plate over and said, "Hurry up and call Chef Yao back to make it again. The customers are waiting over there!"
After saying that, he couldn't help complaining: "What's going on with Chef Yao! Something goes wrong every three days! If the customer is not satisfied and cancels the order all of a sudden, even I will be implicated!"
When Zhang Jiaxin heard this, he immediately panicked.
This, how could this happen!
He obviously cooked it according to the cooking method in the store, so why would the taste be wrong?
"Let me try it!"
Zhang Jiaxin reached out and pinched a snail, put it into his mouth and took a sip of the soup. The taste was spicy and slightly sweet, with a hint of muddy taste!
Why does it have a muddy smell?
Zhang Jiaxin suddenly felt his heart sink to the bottom.
It’s over, this taste really wrong!
What's the difference?
Fu Yu came to the back kitchen with the cooked food and saw Zhang Jiaxin talking to the waiter. He smiled and said hello: "Jiaxin, aren't you done yet?"
Zhang Jiaxin turned to look at Fu Yu: "Fu Chu! Have you finished eating?"
Fu Yu smiled and said, "No, I will save a portion for Zhao Chusheng. He just called and said he would come back for dinner."
The waiter urged: "Go and call Chef Yao back quickly! The customers are still waiting over there!"
Fu Yu asked curiously: "What's going on?"
Zhang Jiaxin looked at Fu Yu, his eyes lit up, and said, "The customer just ordered a Japanese-style stir-fried snail. Chef Yao fried half of it and went to answer the phone. He asked me to help put the seasoning on the spoon. I put all the prepared seasoning. Yes, it was indeed cooked according to the usual cooking method, but this snail tastes like mud. Chef Fu, can you help me see where the difference is?"
Fu Yu was stunned. Yao Yihang had always acted prudently. How could he hand over the food to someone else after it was half cooked?
This order was taken from Gu Yunwu, so it logically has nothing to do with him.
However, Fu Yu decided to wait and see before talking.
He pinched a snail and put it in his mouth and sucked on it.
He took a closer look at the ingredients on the plate and asked Zhang Jiaxin: "Did you put the perilla leaves?"
Zhang Jiaxin was stunned at first, and then he slapped his forehead hard: "Oh shit! I forgot! Chef Yao didn't prepare the ingredients just now, so I didn't remember it!"
He was so excited when he was cooking just now that he only remembered to use all the prepared ingredients and didn't even think about this!
After Fu Yu finished giving instructions and was about to leave, he saw someone appear above Zhang Jiaxin: [! 】
【Ding! NPC kitchen worker Zhang Jiaxin’s task: to assist him in completing a Japanese-flavored fried escargot that satisfies customers. Mission reward: RMB 100, mission experience +20]
Complete tasks and earn one hundred!
The apron money is back!
Fu Yu made a move and said to Zhang Jiaxin: "Well, since the customer is waiting, hurry up and make another one now, and I will watch over you."
Zhang Jiaxin was extremely happy: "Fu Chu, do you still want me to come?"
Fu Yu nodded: "Well, there's nothing wrong with what you fried just now. You just didn't put in the perilla leaves. You can add them later."
Zhang Jiaxin was greatly encouraged and said hurriedly: "I, I will do it right now!"
While the Zhang family was preparing new ingredients, Fu Yu first put the food left for Zhao Meng in the pot.
Zhao Meng went to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital today to see a doctor. He called just now and said that he had been checked and there was no major problem.
Fu Yu was a little worried, thinking that during this period, he would have to keep an eye on Zhao Meng no matter what he said. He would definitely not be allowed to do the heavy and tiring work again.
