In recent years, there have been some popular merchants at food conferences, and those owners are proud of being crowded.
The more crowded it is, the more popular it is. With the addition of herd mentality, more customers can be attracted. Therefore, every year at the food conference, major merchants will find some actors to perform a show of overcrowding the stalls to attract more customers. There are so many guests.
They have never seen a shop push away customers who are approaching them, let alone ask customers to queue up to buy something.
But Maimi Restaurant just did this, and there were so many customers who cooperated?
"President, will this have an impact on the conference? Do you need to intervene?" The staff quickly came to Robert and asked for instructions.
"No, having rules and order are the characteristics of Maimi Restaurant. Letting customers dine elegantly and calmly is something every merchant should learn." Robert shook his head, looking at the stalls that were gradually surrounded by crowds, and frowned slightly. : "In recent years, the atmosphere of food conferences has been too impatient. Some businesses have even forgotten that the taste of food is their core competitiveness. Deceiving customers will only continue to discredit food conferences."
"But……"
"Find two staff members to be responsible for guiding the guests of Maimi's restaurant to queue up. As long as it does not affect the normal entry and exit of other guests, give them maximum freedom." Robert interrupted.
"Yes." The staff left quickly.
Mag looked at the cooperating guests with a smile and said with a smile: "Thank you everyone for your cooperation. Now please start ordering in order."
"Maimi's restaurant mode is indeed the most comfortable." Harrison, who consciously gave up his seat to the lady in the third row, smiled and looked at Mag with admiration.
"I want an order of octopus balls, but chef, are you serious about giving on-site teaching? Are you really going to reveal the recipes and provide on-site teaching?" A young woman in the front row looked at her with admiration. Mag, "I often eat at Ma Mi's restaurant and am a big fan of yours."
The ladies in the team all showed interest. Even if they had not eaten at Maimi Restaurant, they had heard about this restaurant.
If you can learn a high-end dish from this chef, you will have a skill that you can show off in front of your best friends, and you can also conquer your husband's stomach with delicious food.
"Yes, today I will announce the four-course menu and conduct on-site teaching." Mag nodded, feeling somewhat impressed by this regular customer of the restaurant.
Mag snapped his fingers, and a virtual giant screen appeared above the stall of Maimi's restaurant, and what was played on the screen was the real-time scene from the stall.
This is a commonly used technology at large-scale competitions. It uses a combination of photo stones and small magic arrays to achieve the effect of real-time transmission. Unfortunately, due to the size of the magic array, it can only be broadcast over short distances.
"Wow! Isn't this boss too hardcore?!"
"That's so considerate! I'm afraid we won't be able to learn."
The guests lining up at the back of the queue, who were originally worried that they would not be able to see Mag's cooking clearly, couldn't help but exclaim.
"I'd like a small portion of the octopus balls too."
"A portion of octopus balls."
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The guests ordered their meals in order. Many ladies had already had breakfast before going out, so they only ordered octopus balls. Those like Harrison, who ordered a portion of everything and two bowls of rice, were mostly men. Or regular customers of the restaurant who come specifically for breakfast.
"Today I will only cook four dishes with octopus as the main ingredient. The first one is octopus balls. The ingredients required are onions, cabbage, red peppers, octopus tentacles..." Mag used a magic loudspeaker device. The sound is not very loud, but it is enough for the guests who are looking up at the giant screen to hear it and start the live teaching.
The vegetables were chopped into fine pieces with a wide and thick kitchen knife. Although the speed was reduced to allow everyone to see clearly, the superb knife skills still made the housewives' faces shine.
After the vegetables were cut, Mag then taught everyone how to prepare the batter for the octopus balls. From the choice of flour to the ratio of eggs and water, the instructions were very detailed and easy to understand.
"The ingredients required for making octopus balls are ready. Now we start to officially make octopus balls. First, turn on the stove, preheat the special octopus ball pot for a while, then pour in an appropriate amount of oil and use the soup. Take a spoonful of the paste and pour it into these small holes one by one..."
Mag's movements were smooth and smooth. While explaining, he did not affect the operation at all. He covered the vegetable dishes and octopus tentacles on the batter, then poured a layer of batter that was almost flush with the edge of the plate. He held a bamboo skewer in his hand and brushed it on the plate. Then he quickly flipped the half-shaped octopus balls over, and the grilled golden octopus balls appeared in front of everyone.
Not only the customers lining up in front of the stall were mesmerized by the sight, but the customers coming in from the entrance also slowed down unconsciously, and even the customers at other stalls couldn't help but look back at the giant screen.
Mag is like a swordsman holding a kitchen knife, showing off his superb and delicate skills on the baking pan. The large screen makes him the only protagonist.
The golden balls began to exude an alluring fragrance.
"Little balls are so cute... suck."
"I never thought cooking could be so charming. This chef is so handsome!"
"He is handsome, cooks well, and speaks softly. He looks like he looks like what I want in a mate!"
"I feel like as long as I have this baking pan, I can make exactly the same octopus balls."
Some people couldn't help but salivate over the octopus balls, while others couldn't help but salivate over Mag.
The queue in front of the stall silently increased by a large margin.
"The octopus balls are baked until golden brown. When you tap the bamboo skewer and you can feel the shell is a little charred, pick it up with a bamboo skewer and put it on a plate. This portion of octopus balls is considered a success." Mag picked up four octopus balls. The meatballs were put in a small wooden box and handed to the first customer to order. He smiled and reminded: "It's a little hot when it comes out of the pan. Please be careful when eating."
"Thank you." The young woman's face was slightly red, and she carefully took the ball. Even her husband hadn't spoken to her so tenderly for a long time.
"I thought this chef was so good, but he seems to be just average in his movements."
"Yeah, I feel like I can have sex with you."
The onlookers said sourly.
In order to teach the guests in detail, Mag only made one pot of octopus balls in the first round. After loading them one by one, Yabei Mia handed the octopus balls to the guests.
"Now let's start reviewing it." Mag said, turning on the three stoves, then using a soup ladle to scoop up a big ladle of paste, and pouring it on the baking sheet.
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