Lin Xuesong hung up the phone and turned to greet the waiter: "As your manager Jia just said, contact the kitchen immediately. Come over and see if the food can be served?"
The waiter was helpless and wanted to explain that if the dishes in the kitchen were ready, there would be waiters to pick them up. If the dishes were not brought, it meant that the dishes in the kitchen were not finished.
However, saying this to a customer who is urging you to order your food is completely frivolous.
So, the waiter responded with a very good attitude: "Okay, please wait a moment."
After saying that, the waiter exited, turned around and went to another private room that she was responsible for to wait for dispatch.
...
Kitchen.
Fu Yu finally found a stove here.
He took a look at the order list. There were ten dishes in total, among which the easiest ones to make were popcorn clams in sauce and steamed pork buns.
Fu Yu told Zhang Jinyu to prepare the ingredients, while he plated the freshly cooked dishes.
After handing over the plate of dishes in his hand, Zhang Jinyu also prepared all the ingredients.
Fu Yu started cooking.
Pick all the clams first.
Throw away everything that is dead or stale.
Then, slice the green onions, ginger, green and red peppers diagonally, and cut the dried peppers into sections for later use.
Boil the clams in a pot of boiling water until the shells open, remove and drain.
Heat the oil in a pot, add onions, ginger and chili peppers and sauté until fragrant.
Put the drained clams into the pot and cook in the cooking wine.
Add Korean chili sauce and oyster sauce, stir-fry evenly over high heat.
Stir-fry until the soup dries up, and add the scallions.
Zhang Jinyu stood aside and watched Fu Yu cooking with a keen eye.
Looking at a plate of sauce-popped clams, all the clam meat is firmly attached to the shells. If you look closely, not even a piece of it has fallen off.
Zhang Jinyu endured it again and again, but finally stepped forward and asked: "Fu Chu, how did you cook the clams so that the clam meat does not fall off?"
After all, when these clams are stir-fried, it is inevitable that the shells will hit each other and the clam meat will fall off.
It is actually normal for a few to fall off in a plate, but it is impossible for most people to ensure that none of them fall off using this method.
At least Zhang Jinyu has never seen anyone achieve this level.
Fu Yu thought to himself that as long as the system is close to him, anyone can do it.
He said: "This fried clam is a dish that particularly tests your cooking skills, especially the spooning. You need to control both the force of throwing and the speed of retraction. It's like practicing Tai Chi. , the opening and closing of yin and yang, the balance of hardness and softness, the internal and external cultivation... Do you understand?"
Zhang Jinyu: "..."
It's so profound, but I just didn't understand it.
Fu Yu was arranging the dishes and turned around to greet Zhang Jinyu: "Pass the broccoli to me."
Zhang Jinyu turned around to take the bowl, and when he raised his hand to hand it to Fu Yu, he accidentally touched the handle of the shovel in the pot.
The shovel lifted up the sleeves of the quilt and swept it directly towards Fu Yu.
Fu Yu reached out and grabbed the spatula out of complete conditioned reflex.
The shovel didn't fall, but he touched the oil on his hand.
Zhang Jinyu apologized repeatedly: "Hey! I'm sorry, are you okay, Fu Chu?"
Fu Yu shook his head: "It's okay, hand me a tissue, my hands are full of oil..."
Before he finished speaking, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
Fu Yu didn't bother to wipe his hands and quickly told Zhang Jinyu: "Jinyu, help me take out the phone!"
Zhang Jinyu quickly took out Fu Yu's mobile phone, looked at the caller ID on it, and reported: "Fu Chu, an unknown number."
Fu Yu thought it was a call from a courier, so he hurriedly said, "Please pick it up for me. It should be a courier. Just ask him to put it directly at the front desk."
Zhang Jinyu helped answer the phone: "Hello? Huh? Who...oh, hello, what's the matter...oh, wait a minute!"
Zhang Jinyu held up the phone and handed it to Fu Yu: "Fu Chu, I want you to answer the phone."
Fu Yu reached for the tissue and responded casually: "Who is it? Let him wait for a while! I can't take it now!"
Zhang Jinyu sent a message: "Wait a moment, he..."
Fu Yu wiped his hands with a tissue, while Jia Rundong hung up the phone.
Zhang Jinyu hurriedly reported to Fu Yu: "Fu Chu, the other party has died."
Fu Yu snorted and asked casually: "Aren't you delivering express delivery?"
Zhang Jinyu shook his head: "No, what did he say he was from home? It was too noisy here, I didn't hear clearly."
Fu Yu didn't take it seriously and said casually: "If there's an emergency, I'll call you. It's okay. Don't worry about it."
They continue to do whatever they need to do.
Jia Rundong was sitting in the office, his face completely grim.
He clearly heard what Fu Yu said on the phone just now, and he actually asked him to wait for a while?
Still can't answer the phone?
Don’t have long hands?
Jia Rundong stood up angrily and hurried to the kitchen.
Their managers get off work at five o'clock every day.
It's not time yet. He is sorting out the problems that occurred when checking the hygiene of the front office today, as well as the arrangements for the store's promotional activities for the upcoming National Day.
Now that I received a call from Lin Xuesong, I quickly dropped what I was doing and settled this matter first.
When Jia Rundong rushed to the kitchen, he saw Zhao Meng and Gu Yunwu were there, and Fu Yu was standing in front of his kitchen counter, busy cooking.
Seeing Jia Rundong coming, Zhao Meng smiled and said hello: "Manager Jia, why are you here?"
Jia Rundong waved his hand quickly, walked over to Yu and said, "Have the dishes in Box 205 been cooked? If not, let's cook them now!"
Fu Yu kept moving his hands: "It's being done! A dish has been served."
Jia Rundong felt relieved and felt relieved when he knew that the food was on the table.
But when he saw Fu Yu talking to him without even glancing over from the corner of his eye, he suddenly felt angry.
This kid is too crazy!
He knew that Fu Yu had just been promoted to full-time job a month ago and was now officially taking orders.
Moreover, in this short period of time, he also made two innovative and improved dishes one after another, and he has established a firm foothold in the kitchen.
But in Jia Rundong's eyes, Fu Yu is a newcomer.
Newcomers are not humble and obedient, but behave honestly with their tail between their legs...
This person is really a little too arrogant!
Jia Rundong looked at Fu Yu and said, "Xiao Fu, there are rules in the store. As long as it is working time, the mobile phone must be kept open at all times. I called you just now, why didn't you answer?"
Fu Yu then turned his head and looked at Jia Rundong in surprise: "Didn't you answer the call? Who called me?"
Fu Yu's words were completely unintentional. He really didn't remember when Jia Rundong called him.
He didn't receive the call at all?
As for the call that Zhang Jinyu picked up just now but didn't even hear the name clearly, Fu Yu directly attributed it to a harassing call.
But his words sounded mercilessly to Jia Rundong's ears.
Jia Rundong felt like he had been slapped on the face, it was so painful!
This is the first time since he became the front office manager that someone has spoken to him in such a disrespectful manner!
