Food Circle Plug-in Emperor

Since it is boiled noodles, there is no such thing as noodles.

However, Maxima is also a high-end hotel.

If you want to make stretched noodles on the spot, there are all the ingredients for the noodles.

Only this noodle, the buyer never bought it at all.

Fu Yu had no choice but to rush to the supermarket in the back street by himself, and refer to the sketch to buy a bag of wide noodles.

He kept going back and forth like this, and it was already past the off-duty time.

Others in the back kitchen have already made an appointment to go out tonight.

Now that something happened again, no one dared to leave.

Sun Qingning asked: "What's going on?"

Fu Yu explained: "Oh, the customer asked for another bowl of seafood noodles."

Sun Qingning breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah, it was a false alarm."

Then he remembered something and said worriedly: "But Chef Zhao is not here, so what should I do?"

Fu Yu said, "I'll cook."

Sun Qingning wanted to say, can you do it?

When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again.

Now that the head chef and the head chef are gone, only Fu Yu and Yao Yihang can barely support the table among the small workers in the back kitchen.

"Then shall I help you?"

Sun Qingning said this very sincerely.

With Zhao Meng not here, there were only a few of them left, and they helped each other as much as they could.

In particular, there is no competition between him and Fu Yu.

After the previous incident, Sun Qingning has consciously marked himself out as a candidate for the competition for a regular status.

Fu Yu waved his hand: "No, you go and play, it's just a bowl of noodles, I can make it myself."

Sun Qingning wanted to say more, but was stopped by others.

"Fu Yu said it's all right, so let's go first."

Everyone didn't say anything, but they actually had opinions in their hearts.

They are all small workers in the back kitchen, but Fu Yu can get Zhao Meng's love and attention.

Jealousy and envy is one aspect, the main reason is the imbalance in the heart.

Fu Yu, why is he!

Yao Yihang got Gu Yunwu's attention because although Yao Yihang was a lottery player like Fu Yu, he already had more than two years of work experience when he applied for the job.

Not only can I work on the stove independently, but also I am outstanding among several small workers, whether it is the knife skills or the skill of turning spoons.

Yao Yihang has convincing capital.

What does Fu Yu have?

A poor boy from a county town.

Graduated from a chef school with no cooking experience.

After counting and counting, there is no convincing place!

The others met and left.

Only Fu Yu himself was left in the back kitchen.

Noodle soup is not difficult.

Fu Yu prepared the ingredients and poured oil into the pot.

When the oil is hot, sprinkle chopped green onion, and when the aroma comes up, immediately pour the prepared warm water into the pot.

He was busy, Wang Yuxuan came over to the back kitchen to see how his preparations were going.

"Why are you the only one left? What about the others?"

Fu Yu turned around: "Let's get off work."

Wang Yuxuan frowned: "The customers are still waiting, and they all left? There is no one to help you?"

Fu Yu explained: "It's just cooking a bowl of noodles. If I can be busy, I will let them go."

Wang Yuxuan nodded. Hearing what Fu Yu said, it seemed that there was nothing difficult.

When cooking noodles, the water is boiled and put into the pot, what materials should be put in.

She thought so, so when she saw Fu Yu put a small handful of dried noodles into the pot, her eyes widened in amazement.

No, this is too much to deal with, right?

The customer ordered seafood noodles, a bowl of 168, and the next pot of noodles was the most expensive at no more than eight yuan?

Isn't this a bit unreasonable?

The bowl that Chef Zhao made just now was full of color and fragrance. When she was serving the dish, she felt her appetite was whetted by the delicious smell.

Now Fu Yu cooks a pot of dried noodles, with only these ingredients, what kind of seafood can make up for the difference in taste at the end!

What nonsense!

If a bowl of dried noodles is served, the customers will have to turn their faces.

There were no outsiders in the back kitchen, and Wang Yuxuan looked at Fu Yu in disbelief: "Are you planning to cook a pot of dried noodles for customers? No matter how you cook this thing, it's still dried noodles!"

"Let me tell you, Fu Yu, don't look at what the customers say, it will be served to the table in a while, if the seafood noodles are not cooked to their liking, this matter will definitely never end!"

"If the customers make a fuss and Zhao Chu and the others are not here, the responsibility will be yours in the end! What will you do then? Finally, the boss finds out that a fine is a trivial matter, and if you fail, you will be fired!"

The more Wang Yuxuan talked, the more anxious he became: "If you really don't know how to do it, you should hurry up and see if you should contact Zhao Chu or order a bowl outside, and let this pass first before we talk about it."

Fu Yu used chopsticks to stir the noodles in the pot to avoid sticking.

"No, it's too late. Chef Zhao's seafood noodles are very authentic. They are not satisfied. Even if they order them from outside, the taste will definitely not be good."

Wang Yuxuan was in a hurry: "You know the situation, and you still mess around! What can you do! I think it's better to call Zhao Chu as soon as possible, even if you ask the customer to wait for a while, it's better than you carrying noodles!"

Fu Yu kept moving his hands, stirred the noodles again, and casually sprinkled the prepared shrimp skins into it.

"No, Chef Zhao went to the music restaurant to help out, and he definitely won't be able to come back."

Wang Yuxuan was furious: "Then you can't mess around!"

Fu Yu turned the fire down a bit: "It's okay, I know what's going on."

Wang Yuxuan: "." How many farts do you have!

Fu Yu: "Okay, it will be cooked right away, and I will bring it to them myself in a while."

Wang Shuxuan sneered: "Even if you take it yourself, they won't buy it! Let me tell you, if there is a real trouble in a while, I can't save you!"

The noodles are done.

Fu Yu fished out the noodles with a strainer and put them in a large bowl prepared in advance.

The porcelain white surface of the large bowl is ordinary, but the bottom of the bowl is somewhat deep.

When the noodles are poured in, the green line appears immediately.

Fu Yu filled one-third of the noodles according to the instructions, poured the soup on top, and finally picked out the shrimp skins with chopsticks and placed them on top.

In order to look better, Fu Yu also went to the storage room to fill a plate of freshly marinated lemon chicken feet, as well as hot and sour secret radish cubes.

A bowl of noodles, two side dishes.

Fu Yu went to private room 210 with a tray.

Wang Yuxuan followed behind, his mind full of thoughts of breaking the jar.

The customer ordered seafood noodles.

What the back kitchen brought up was clear noodle soup with little water.

I'm afraid this side will be directly buckled on the table in a while, right? !

OK! !

At the same time, in private room 210.

Xu Dan frowned, looking at Su Ying who looked expectantly beside her.

She didn't want to disappoint Su Ying.

This child is so obedient, it's rare to make a request once, and since she agreed, she wants to help make it happen. ,

But the young chef just now looked really unreliable.

If it doesn't work, wait until tomorrow's shooting is over, and try another one.

Is there any restaurant in Bei'an that serves good pasta?

Xu Dan thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

She remembered a person who was the planner of a live broadcast platform.

This person has just done a series of gourmet restaurant explorations before, so there must be a channel for this.

Xu Dan no longer has any expectations for the kitchen of Maxima.

After thinking about it for a while, don't embarrass the sous chef.

After all, neither line is easy, let's be considerate of each other.