Food Circle Plug-in Emperor

During lunch time, the back kitchen takes a lot of orders.

Zhao Meng came back, and Sun Qingning had no kitchen to occupy, so he continued to help Fu Yu in the kitchen.

After a dish was fried, Fu Yu was about to prepare the plate when he heard the waiter come to report: "Chu Fu, the guests in room 209 have requested to see the chef who is in charge of the cooking. Can you go over and have a look?"

The order of 209 is a small table with noodles, four dishes, three dishes and one soup.

Zhao Meng was busy cooking at that time, Fu Yu saw that the dishes were not difficult, so he said hello and then went on.

"Okay, I'll go over and have a look." Fu Yu agreed, and turned to report to Zhao Meng: "Chef Zhao, there are customers who want to see me, so I'll go over there."

Zhao Meng turned his head and asked the waiter, "Do you know why customers want to see the chef?"

The food passer said truthfully: "The dish is delicious, and I want to order another dish, but because of the special situation of the elderly, I need to communicate with the chef about the cooking method."

Zhao Meng breathed a sigh of relief, it's not just about finding fault.

"Okay, you go. If you have something to do, you must press it first, and come back to discuss it with me."

Fu Yu agreed and left the back kitchen.

209 boxes.

There were two customers sitting at the dining table, the elder one was an old man, poking the fish in the plate with his chopsticks.

Sitting next to him was a middle-aged woman with similar features.

The middle-aged woman was lowering her head and fiddling with her mobile phone. The plate in front of her was empty, obviously she hadn't started eating yet.

The waiter knocked on the door, and the two people in the box looked up.

The waiter introduced: "This is our chef, Chef Fu, if you have anything to say, you can talk to him."

Fu Yu stepped forward at the right time: "Hi, may I help you with anything?"

The old man lowered his head and poked the fish on the plate with his chopsticks.

The middle-aged woman apologized: "My father has mild dementia and cannot express his wishes accurately, so I want to communicate with you before ordering."

Fu Yu was stunned, and nodded: "Okay, you can tell me what you want."

The middle-aged woman explained: "My father has been wanting to eat fish for the past two days, but I have made it at home twice, and he is not satisfied, so I want to take him outside to try."

"The gourmet show on TV before was made of fish. I saw it as sweet and sour, so I did it, but my father refused to eat it. He couldn't explain his wishes clearly, so now he is making a fuss and refuses to eat. .”

While talking, the middle-aged woman couldn't help complaining: "This man is like a child when he gets old, and he is unreasonable! No matter how much you persuade him, he won't listen. Look, I ordered four dishes, all of which were fish, and it turned out He wouldn't eat a bite."

The woman sighed: "I just want to communicate with you, is there any special dishes made of fish in the store?"

Fu Yu was stunned for a moment, there are many special dishes with fish as ingredients, after all, Maxima is a time-honored restaurant that mainly focuses on seafood.

This old man has mild dementia and can't communicate. How can I recommend this?

Fu Yu thought for a while and asked, "You said earlier that your father thought of eating fish because he watched TV. Can you let him choose the dishes by himself by looking at the pictures?"

The middle-aged woman was noncommittal: "I have already found a lot of pictures on the Internet for him to see, but it is useless, and there is no one he wants at all."

Fu Yu turned to the waiter and said, "Do you still have the old-fashioned recipes in the store? Is it the kind with big books?"

The waiter hurriedly said: "Sister Gao should have it, I'll go and ask!"

The old-fashioned recipes were used by Maxima a few years ago. At that time, there were not so many innovative dishes, and the recipes were not replaced with the current hardcover version. Almost every dish has a photo display.

Because it was too heavy, it was replaced with the current hardcover version later.

The waiter quickly came back with the old-fashioned menu.

When the middle-aged woman saw the thick and old recipe, she frowned and wanted to say something, but she held back her patience, probably because her own request was quite difficult, so she tolerated it.

The waiter quickly moved the tableware in front of the old man, then put the menu over there, and helped to open the first page of the fish dishes for easy browsing.

The old man's attention was quickly attracted by the photo on the recipe.

The middle-aged woman asked, "Dad, is there anything you want to eat here?"

The old man was indifferent.

The middle-aged woman reached out and turned a page, then asked, "What about this one? Is there none?"

The old man didn't respond.

The middle-aged woman flipped through several pages one after another, but the old man didn't say anything.

The middle-aged woman said impatiently: "Forget it, let's serve two dishes casually."

As she spoke, she closed the menu casually, but when her hand slipped, the front page fell off.

After a pause like this, the old man who seemed to be staying out of the matter suddenly reached out his hand to stop the page that continued to slide down, pointed to one of the photos, and opened his mouth excitedly: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

The middle-aged woman stretched her head to look in surprise, her brows furrowed even tighter.

The photo the old man pointed to was dipped in pickles, and the presentation was quite unique. Various green vegetables were arranged in neat shapes and served with a large bowl of old-fashioned meat sauce, which looked quite cool.

But what the old man pointed at was not the plate of green vegetables, but the bowl of meat sauce next to him.

The middle-aged woman said: "Dad, this is sauce, not vegetables!"

But the old man poked hard at the bowl of sauce on the photo, and said something vaguely in his mouth.

The middle-aged woman explained again, but the old man still persisted in pointing at the photo.

The middle-aged woman said helplessly: "Okay, then order this dish, it will be served in a while, if you don't eat it, let's go! It's agreed!"

The old man ignored her at all, and just stared at the meat sauce on the photo.

The middle-aged woman said to Fu Yu: "Then let's serve this old-fashioned pickle dish."

Fu Yu looked at the old man, and always felt that it didn't seem like he had taken a fancy to this bowl of meat sauce.

After all, the middle-aged woman said that the old man wanted to eat fish because he saw the picture of cooking fresh fish on TV.

It's been a day because of this incident.

Now suddenly change what you want?

Shouldn't it?

Fu Yu didn't know much about dementia, but one of his former neighbors had autism.

Such people are generally very attached to things.

Even a small thing has become very important and even the only thing to be persistent in their world.

Fu Yu said: "Can you let me communicate with the old man again to make sure? After all, you came here on purpose, and we will definitely try our best to satisfy you."

Just as the middle-aged woman was about to speak, her cell phone rang suddenly.

She glanced at the caller ID, the expression on her face changed, she waved her hand at Fu Yu, signaling him to be casual, while she stood up and avoided answering the phone.

Fu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, hurried forward, pointed to the bowl of meat sauce, and asked the old man, "Do you want to eat this bowl of sauce?"

The old man also reacted this time. He said something vaguely, and tapped the photo with his fingertips.

Fu Yu hurriedly looked at the old man.

Fortunately!

Appeared above the old man's head: 【.】

The Ingenuity Badge has begun to show off its power again!

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