MTL - Food Circle Plug-in Emperor-Chapter 24 I almost believed it

  Chapter 24 I almost believed it

   Hallways are not the place to talk.

  Zhao Meng ordered: "Go back and talk about it."

  Fu Yu followed the three leaders back to the back kitchen.

   Along the way, Zhao Meng's complexion was deep, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he was breathing heavily.

   Fu Yu was full of apprehension.

  He was still immersed in the joy of the resolution of the matter just now, but now he realizes it belatedly. There is really no way to explain this matter reasonably.

  He can neither say that he has seen the customer's memory, nor can he say that his current noodle making level has reached the elementary level, and it must be no problem to make a dumpling and knead a noodle.

  This time. Oops!

   How should I explain it later?

  Back to the back kitchen.

   Zhao Meng began to train apprentices behind closed doors.

   "Tell me, what kind of bowl of noodles do you make to satisfy customers?"

   Zhao Meng felt a little guilty in his heart.

  He knows what kind of craftsmanship he has.

  He has been making this seafood noodle for more than ten years. Whether it is the ingredients or the timing, he has already reached a level of precision.

   It is no exaggeration to say that as long as he has enough time, he can even guarantee that even if he makes ten bowls of seafood noodles, the taste of ten bowls will be exactly the same without any error.

   In this way, customers can return their orders because of the difference in taste.

   What kind of bowl of noodles did Fu Yu make to impress such a tricky customer?

  Don't say it's Zhao Meng.

  Even Yao Shi and Gu Yunwu were full of curiosity.

  Fu Yu confessed honestly: "I just cooked a bowl of noodles according to the customer's description."

  Zhao Meng and Yao Shi looked at each other, and Yao Shi asked, "How does the customer describe it?"

  It is definitely not easy to create the exact same taste only by the customer's dictation.

  Fu Yu said truthfully: "The customer said that the noodles she had had no shrimp, no crab, and chopped green onion, which was delicious."

   Zhao Meng nodded: "And then?"

   Fu Yu replied: "Not anymore."

   Zhao Meng: "."

   After Fu Yu finished speaking by himself, he didn't even have the confidence in his heart.

   Just such a sentence, it is impossible for anyone to guess the needs of customers.

Zhao Meng wanted to ask again, but Yao Shi interrupted him: "Well, we didn't eat tonight anyway, so why not, Xiaofu, work harder and make two bowls of seafood noodles, and Chef Zhao and I will be there Eat here."

   After finishing speaking, he asked Gu Yunwu, "Would Chef Gu have a bowl?"

  Gu Yunwu had just finished eating, and after all the tossing, he was about to suffer from indigestion, so he quickly waved his hands: "No need."

   Zhao Meng nodded: "Okay, Fu Yu, you can do it."

  Food, described by words alone, is definitely not as intuitive as putting the real thing in front of you, taking a look at it, and taking a bite.

   Fu Yu stood still, thinking about countermeasures in his heart!

   Zhao Meng urged: "What are you doing in a daze, what a fool!"

  Fu Yu was dying: "I just cooked a bowl of very ordinary noodles."

   Zhao Meng stared: How can seafood noodles be ordinary?

  The purchasers in the store buy live shrimp, crab and scallops. Even if the insoles are cooked with these good things, the soup can be fresh.

   Really couldn't make it through, Fu Yu could only bite the bullet and go to the stove.

   The noodles are about to be cooked.

  Everyone concentrated and observed.

   Zhao Meng gestured to Yao Shi and Gu Yunwu with his eyes: help to see, and see what is wrong or not, so please give me some pointers!

  Yao Shi and Gu Yunwu nodded silently.

  But when they saw Fu Yu directly pouring oil into the pot, they frowned in unison.

  The most taboo thing about seafood noodles is the noodle soup with oily stars. Only the thick milky white soup will make the whole bowl of noodle soup particularly delicious and appetizing.

  Fu Yu was still a little apprehensive before, but now that he really got into the fire, he calmed down.

   It was the chef who asked him to make noodles. Anyway, what he made was the taste that customers wanted. As for whether it meets the taste of the two, it has nothing to do with him.

   Thinking that he didn't eat at night, after Fu Yu fried the scallions, he simply added more water for one person to the pot.

  Slowly boil half of the pot of water.

   Zhao Meng couldn't help but sighed.

  He knew that this kid was completely fooling around!

  The method of seafood noodles is different from that of other noodles.

  Need to make separate fabrics.

   Cook the noodles until they are half-cooked, then heat the oil in another pan, sauté the onion and **** until fragrant, add the seafood and stir-fry for a while, what you want is the fresh taste of the stir-fry.

   Zhao Meng made the bowl of noodles according to the traditional seafood noodle recipe.

   Zhao Meng opened his mouth and closed it again.

  His method is indeed authentic, but it is not the taste that customers want.

  The water boiled, and Fu Yu started to go down.

   There were still a lot of dried noodles that had been unpacked before, and Fu Yu estimated the appetite of the three of them, so he simply put all of them into the pot.

   Zhao Meng: "!"

  Yao Shi: "!"

  Gu Yunwu: "."

  The three of them stared at the scene in front of them dumbfounded.

  Since they became cooks, they haven't cooked dried noodles for some years.

  Although this thing is very common, but it is because it is too cheap and easy, so it is directly abandoned in the back kitchen of all big restaurants.

  Even the customers’ birthday noodles are dragon beard noodles stretched out by the noodle chef in the back kitchen.

   But now, at this moment.

  Fu Yu is picking up the packaging bag and preparing the upside-down noodles.

   Boiled dried noodles have no gold content.

   Stir frequently with chopsticks to avoid sticking. When it is almost cooked, put some shrimp skins, sprinkle some salt and chicken essence, and it will be ready to serve.

  His operation was smooth and smooth.

  The dried noodles were poured out of the bag, pinched in his hands, his wrists were slapped, and the dried noodles spread flat on the water like a peacock spreading its tail.

   Zhao Meng was dumbfounded as he watched from the side.

  The brat

   There is actually a face show operation!

  Can't bear it.

   "Is this how you cook seafood noodles and serve them to customers?"

  When Zhao Meng spoke, he clearly heard the sound of grinding his teeth.

  Fu Yu replied while stirring the noodles: "Well, the main reason is that the customer wants to eat the seafood noodles made by her grandma, and he asked for neither shrimp nor crab. What kind of seafood noodles are there without seafood?"

  Fu Yu said nonsense: "I just thought, since it is home-cooked and there is no seafood, then maybe this so-called seafood noodle is just a name, and it has nothing to do with seafood."

   "The noodle masters are all off work, and the back kitchen doesn't have ready-made ramen. I really have no choice but to buy some dried noodles and come back."

   "Unexpectedly, it turned out to be wrong. The customer took a bite of the seafood noodles I made, and was moved to tears, saying that it was exactly the same as her grandma's."

   Zhao Meng was taken aback for a moment, what the hell, is this okay?

  His words made the three chefs at the scene at a loss for words!

   Zhao Meng thought in his heart: I almost believed it!

Fu Yu saw that Zhao Meng wanted to train others, so he hurriedly added: "Chef Zhao, after this incident, I deeply realized my own shortcomings. From now on, I decided to spend an hour every day Go improve my face-to-face case. Chef Zhao, your face-to-face is so good, please guide me and give me this chance to improve!"

   The scene froze for a while!

  Fu Yu can bend and stretch, and he instantly turns into a dog licking, his face is not red and his heart is not beating, and his face is full of truth. I just adore my chef Zhao!

  Zhao Meng opened his mouth, and everything he wanted to say was snatched away.

  Nima, you’ve said it all, what else should I say!

  (end of this chapter)