The temporary personnel changes at Gu Yunwu's side did not bring any disturbance to the kitchen.
Business as usual for everyone.
Taking orders, cooking, and serving dishes, all in an orderly and step-by-step manner.
Before getting off work in the evening, Zhao Meng made sure that no one asked for leave, so he notified Fu Yu that he would take the day off tomorrow.
Fu Yu knew that this was an attempt to get him to teach the third rank.
After a tiring day, Fu Yu returned to his dormitory and called home first.
His parents were still as caring as ever.
After a tiring day, it is a very happy thing for Yu to listen to his parents' earnest advice.
He leaned lazily on his chair, smiling and talking to his parents.
After chatting for a while, his mother said casually: "By the way, you should call Minghao when you have time. Since he went to school, he reported that he had contacted his family at that time. Later, his parents sent him messages and also He doesn’t reply much. When he calls, he either doesn’t answer or hangs up the phone without even saying a few words. His parents are particularly worried about him.”
Fu Yu wasn't too worried about Lin Minghao. He was such a big man and he could already make his own decisions, so there was nothing to worry about.
But his mother was obviously worried about it.
Fu Yu had no choice but to call Lin Minghao.
The call was quickly answered.
"Brother? Why did you call me? Oh, I understand, my mother must be looking for my aunt again, right?"
Fu Yu smiled silently and said, "What's wrong with you? You're making your family worried."
Lin Minghao said: "It's nothing. I've just arrived in a new environment. I need to adapt to everything. I'm in a bad mood. My parents are really good at inkjet. It sounds annoying to me, so I don't bother to contact them."
Fu Yu's parents are very considerate, and the way he gets along with them is completely different from Lin Minghao's family. He is unable to provide Lin Minghao with any constructive solutions.
However, he still asked with concern: "Have you encountered anything unpleasant?"
Lin Minghao hesitated for a moment, then said: "Actually, it's nothing. I just felt that the live broadcasting industry was too simple before. Now that I'm in school, I'm suddenly faced with a lot of homework, and I can't keep up with the progress. Plus, my parents are doing ink every day. I, I said I will definitely regret my choice today! They actually just want me to follow their plan! I don’t!"
Fu Yu doesn't know much about live broadcasting, after all, every line is like a mountain.
He considered this kind of thing from another angle: "I have never been exposed to your major, so I don't know what advice I should give you, but if you really want to change your parents' views through live broadcast and prove yourself, then The only way is to study harder than others. If you can't pass the professional exam and graduate successfully, you will have no choice but to go back to your hometown and live off your parents..."
Lin Minghao almost jumped up: "I won't go back to eat my old age! I finally came out, and I don't want to go back even if I die!"
Fu Yu said: "Then you can only rely on yourself. What I know is: if a person wants to have his own path and doesn't listen to other people's gossip, he has to carve out a path for himself based on his own ability."
"Your path is to study hard, graduate successfully, and then get your diploma to do what you want to do. Whether it's live broadcasting or any other job, as long as you don't break the law, no one can control you."
Lin Minghao said a little unconfidently: "Brother, can I really do it?"
"It can be done!" Fu Yu said decisively: "Even I can successfully become a full-time employee and stay in Bei'an. You are no worse than me!"
Although Fu Yu himself was able to successfully become a full-time employee because of the system, Fu Yu really felt that Lin Minghao had hope.
Lin Minghao was indeed inspired.
Before hanging up the phone, he said sincerely: "Brother, thank you!"
Early the next morning, Fu Yu took a taxi directly to the music restaurant.
After clocking in to work and changing clothes, he is now very familiar and understanding of the environment and colleagues here.
Once you get to the place, you can start working directly.
The music restaurant here is different from Chollima.
The place is busy from morning to afternoon, and usually by the time 5:30 or 6pm comes around, there will be nothing going on.
As soon as Fu Yu entered the kitchen, he was warmly welcomed by Zhang Zhen and others.
"Fu Chu, you're here!" Zhang Zhen looked like he was about to find a savior: "Today's lunch order, originally agreed upon for 50 tables, ended up being temporarily changed to 66 tables last night. , and the sixteen newly added tables are said to cater to elderly people over sixty years old, and they need to change the braised pork ham into oily pork ham. It is said that the old people have bad teeth, and the greased pork ham is even worse. Suitable for the elderly.”
"We stewed the fifty portions of braised pork here early in the morning, but it was too late to cook the greasy hooves."
The music restaurant always accepts banquet banquets, with dozens to hundreds of tables at every turn. I heard that one time it took over more than 200 tables.
Fortunately, banquets like this with a private table usually feature cold dishes, so the ingredients can be prepared in advance and cooked quickly.
However, hard dishes like this kind of pork chop must be cooked fresh on the same day.
Zhang Zhen and the others had arranged everything carefully. They had a precise division of labor as to which dishes each person should cook and how many portions they should cook in total.
Unexpectedly, such a variable suddenly appeared.
Moreover, OnePlus has a total of sixteen tables, but the opening time cannot be postponed for even one minute.
As a result, one can imagine the pressure on everyone in the kitchen.
Zhang Zhen discussed with Fu Yu: "Fu Chu, can you do this job?"
The main reason is that this dish is time-consuming, and they all have their own division of labor, so they really can't spare their time.
Fu Yu readily agreed: "Okay!"
Zhang Zhen felt relieved when he heard that he agreed.
From beginning to end, he never considered whether Fu Yu could cook this dish.
He didn't know when he started to feel from the bottom of his heart that there was no dish that Fu Yu couldn't cook well.
Fu Yu has really never made fried pork belly. Qianlima rarely has customers order hard dishes like pork belly. After all, their store mainly sells seafood.
Occasionally, if you order it, it will be reserved in advance, and the pork ribs are usually braised or stewed in sauce.
Taking advantage of the workman's time to move the hooves, Fu Yu quickly checked the classic and old-flavor recipes.
In fact, he originally wanted to refer to the special family banquet recipes, but Zhang Zhen said that the newly added sixteen tables of dishes were intended to entertain elderly people in their sixties and above.
The elderly are generally nostalgic for the past. Compared with beautiful and creative presentation, the taste is definitely still in the memory, and it is easier to get praise.
After all, nostalgia is king!
Fu Yu carefully memorized the specific steps and operating methods of cooking, and then started to cook with confidence.
