Food Circle Plug-in Emperor

The temporary personnel change at Gu Yunwu's side did not bring any disturbance to the back kitchen.

All business as usual.

Taking orders, cooking, and serving dishes are done in an orderly and orderly manner.

Before leaving get off work in the evening, Zhao Meng made sure that no one asked for leave, so he notified Fu Yu that he would take a rest tomorrow.

Fu Yu knew that this was a way to let him teach the third transfer seat in the past.

After a tiring day, returning to the dormitory, Fu Yu called home first.

His parents were as caring as ever.

After a tiring day, it is a very happy thing for Fu Yu to listen to his parents' earnest advice.

He leaned lazily on the chair, smiling and talking with his parents.

After chatting for a while, his mother said casually: "By the way, you have time to call Minghao. Since he went to school, he reported that he had contacted his family at that time. Later, his parents sent him a message, and they also He didn't answer much. He called, either he didn't answer, or he hung up the phone without saying a few words, his parents were very worried about him. "

Fu Yu wasn't too worried about Lin Minghao, he was such an adult, he could decide his own affairs long ago, 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 connected.

"Brother? Why did you call me? Oh, I see, it must be my mother looking for my aunt again?"

Fu Yu smiled tacitly and said, "What's the matter with you? It makes the family worry."

Lin Minghao said: "It's nothing. I just arrived in a new environment. I need to adapt to everything, and I'm in a bad mood. My parents can write ink. I'm tired of hearing it, so I don't bother to contact them."

Fu Yu's parents are very understanding, and the way he gets along with them is completely different from Lin Minghao's family, so he can't provide Lin Minghao with any constructive solutions.

However, he still asked with concern: "Did you encounter something that didn't go your way?"

Lin Minghao hesitated for a moment, then said: "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that I thought the live broadcast business was too simple. Now that I'm at school, I'm suddenly faced with a lot of homework, and I can't keep up with the progress. Plus my parents ink every day. Me, I’m sure I’ll regret my choice today! They just want me to follow their plan! I’m not!”

Fu Yu doesn't know much about live broadcasting, after all, every other line is like a mountain.

He considered this kind of thing from another angle: "I have no contact with your major, so I don't know what advice I should give you, but if you really want to change your parents' opinion through live broadcast and prove yourself, then The only way is to study harder than others. If you can’t pass the professional exams and fail to graduate, you can only go back to your hometown and rely on your parents for a living.”

Lin Minghao almost jumped up: "I'm not going back to eat the old man! 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 way and doesn't listen to other people's gossip, he must use his ability to create a way for himself."

"Your way is to study hard, graduate successfully, and then do what you want to do with your diploma. Whether it's live broadcasting or other jobs, as long as you don't break the law and discipline, 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 member. If you stay in Bei'an, you are no worse than me!"

Although Fu Yu himself was able to successfully become a regular because of the system, Fu Yu really felt that Lin Minghao had hope.

Lin Minghao was indeed encouraged.

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.

Punching in to work and changing clothes, he is now very familiar with and understands the environment and colleagues here.

When you arrive at the place, you can start working directly.

The music restaurant is different from Maxima.

This place is busy from morning to afternoon, usually around 5:30 or 6 in the evening, when there is nothing to do.

As soon as Fu Yu entered the back kitchen, he was warmly welcomed by Zhang Zhen and others.

"Fu Chu, you're here!" Zhang Zhen looked like he was looking for a savior: "Today's lunch order was originally agreed to be 50 tables, but it was temporarily changed to 66 tables last night. , and the newly added sixteen tables are said to be for the elderly in their 60s, and they want to change the stewed hoofs into oily hoofs, saying that the old people have bad teeth, and the oily hoofs are even worse. Suitable for the elderly."

"The fifty portions of stewed incense, we have stewed them early in the morning, but there is really no time to cook the oily hooves."

The music restaurant takes over all the table banquets, and there are often dozens or hundreds of tables. It is said that they took over 200 tables once.

Fortunately, this kind of table-packed banquet is usually based on cold dishes, which can be prepared in advance and cooked quickly.

However, hard dishes like this kind of hoof have to be cooked on the same day.

Zhang Zhen and the others had made proper arrangements in the first place, which dishes each person cooked, and how many servings they made in total, all of which were precisely divided.

Unexpectedly, such a variable suddenly appeared.

Moreover, OnePlus has a total of sixteen tables, and the opening time cannot be delayed by even one minute.

In this way, the pressure on the kitchen staff can be imagined.

Zhang Zhen discussed with Fu Yu: "Fu Chu, can you do this oily hoof?"

The main reason is that this dish is a time-consuming dish, and the few of them already have their own division of labor, so they really can't do it.

Fu Yu readily agreed: "Okay!"

When Zhang Zhen heard that he agreed, he felt relieved immediately.

From the beginning to the end, he never considered whether Fu Yu would cook this dish.

He didn't know when it started, but he felt from the bottom of his heart that there was no dish that Fu Yu couldn't cook or couldn't cook well.

Fu Yu has never cooked fried pork belly before. Qianlima rarely has customers order hard dishes like pork chops. After all, their restaurant mainly focuses on seafood.

Occasionally order it once in a while, it is also a pre-booked table noodle, and the hooves are generally stewed or stewed in sauce.

Taking advantage of the little worker's time to carry the hoof, Fu Yu quickly checked the classic old-style recipes.

In fact, he originally wanted to refer to the special family banquet recipes, but Zhang Zhen said that the sixteen new tables of dishes were prepared to entertain the elderly in their sixties.

Old people are generally nostalgic for the old days. Compared with the beautiful and creative presentation, it must still be the taste in memory, and it is easier to get praise.

After all, nostalgia is king!

Fu Yu carefully memorized the specific steps and operation methods of cooking, and only then began to cook with confidence.