Food Circle Plug-in Emperor

Fu Yu followed Yang Ming to the dining area and saw that the customer was leaning back on the chair with his face flushed. There were several empty wine bottles on the table, and the steaming bowl of hot and sour soup in front of him was almost untouched.

Seeing Yang Ming and Fu Yu coming over, Sun Lihua was obviously relieved.

This customer was actually fine at the beginning. He drank too much, so he didn't make much noise. He just sat there by himself, facing a large table of dishes, and didn't say anything, just sitting there without moving.

If it weren't for the time for customers to come over for dinner, Sun Lihua wouldn't have planned to ask them away.

But it didn't work anymore, and customers began to come over to order food.

Especially the table next to the table. When the customers sat down, there was video equipment on the chairs next to them. They also had work badges on them. At first glance, they were the staff of the TV station who came to interview.

If something happens, it won't be easy to explain.

Sun Lihua went up to communicate, but he didn't expect the customer to order food under the influence of alcohol.

This is not something difficult to solve.

The chef cooked it and brought it to us. However, after the customer took a bite, he complained that the chef's cooking was not good, unauthentic, and misleading.

It's just now meal time, and customers are coming to the food area one after another.

Although there aren't many people, if the commotion continues like this, it's hard to tell what will happen in a while.

Sun Lihua was worried, so he called the waiter and hurried to the kitchen to find someone to help.

"How is the situation?" Yang Ming asked softly.

Sun Lihua hurriedly said: "This person drank a little too much. He was fine before and didn't make much noise. Now he drank the hot and sour soup. It must be said that our stall is not good at it. He kept yelling there. I really couldn't stop him. If we call security, the impact will not be good, so I think we should find a way to send the person to the activity center lounge first."

Yang Ming nodded: "Okay, let's check the situation first. If there is no problem, we will help the person away."

Fu Yu followed beside him and watched Yang Ming deal with it.

At the stall, Li Dongxu is in charge of the kitchen, and in the absence of others, Yang Ming is fully responsible.

Fu Yu is a person who came here to study, so he just needs to follow orders and do everything.

Fu Yu weighed this aspect very clearly.

Yang Ming stepped forward and asked in a gentle voice: "Sir, how do you feel? I am the chef of Fuchengchun. There is a special lounge here in the activity center. Can I help you there?"

The customer was quietly leaning back on the chair. When he heard these words, he suddenly sat up straight and stared at Yang Ming with wide eyes: "No!"

Yang Ming was stunned immediately!

Are you still awake?

You don't look drunk?

Yang Ming felt relieved and asked with concern: "How do you feel now? It's better not to drink this wine. I think you should have drank enough in this state."

The customer glanced at Yang Ming and directly reached out to pick up the wine glass on the table. There was still half a glass of white wine in it. He raised it and put it to his mouth.

The customer moved so fast that Yang Ming didn't react for a while.

Fu Yu hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to stop the customer's movement.

The customer was stopped from drinking, and suddenly became excited. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Fu Yu, his eyes instantly turned redder: "You, why are you stopping me from drinking! I came here to dine, I consumed, what do I want to do? Just do it! I ordered all the dishes on this table. I can eat whatever I like. I also bought this wine. I can drink it however I want!"

There is nothing wrong with that.

But the problem is, this customer does seem to have had a little too much to drink.

Who can guarantee that if he continues to drink like this, something will really happen.

The customer was indeed not in a good state. He was drunk and could not control his voice when speaking.

"I want to withdraw the dish! What kind of hot and sour soup is this? It's not authentic at all. Aren't you fooling people? I want to drink hot and sour soup. Are you a chef? How do you make this soup?"

Yang Ming said quickly: "Hot and sour soup was not originally a dish served at our stall. It was because you asked to order, and our kitchen helped to make it!"

"Withdraw the dish! What a joke! Is this hot and sour soup? It's like washing pot water! Cutting corners, is this what authentic hot and sour soup is like? You're fooling people!" The customer's eyes were red and he argued at the top of his voice. Looking at this state, he is not very sober.

Fu Yu stood nearby and listened, frowning immediately. The customer looked like he had drunk too much, but his words were quite reasonable!

Probably because he was using alcohol to cause trouble, right?

Seeing that Yang Ming was still arguing with the customer, Fu Yu hurriedly stepped forward and said, "The main reason why you are not satisfied with us now is that the hot and sour soup does not meet your taste, right?"

The TV station staff across the table had begun to pay attention to what was going on here.

If this really breaks out and the customers continue to make trouble by drinking, it will definitely be difficult to control it!

Fu Yu is now a little unclear about the customer's specific situation and thoughts, and Yang Ming's communication is obviously of no use.

He felt that in order to handle this matter well, he must first figure out what the customer actually wanted.

They can be satisfied as much as possible here, but if they are really not satisfied, at least they have a direction.

Especially the people from the TV station sitting at the next table. Now that the food is not on the table, these people are stretching their heads to look at what's going on here.

Fu Yu had no doubt that as long as they didn't respond properly, the TV station's table would immediately set up a camera to record them live.

The customer's attention shifted to Fu Yu. He looked at the handsome chef in front of him and nodded: "Yes, that's right!"

Fu Yu quickly said: "Because our stall does not serve this soup, but the hot and sour soup made in the kitchen is the authentic method from our hometown. There may be some differences in taste and cooking methods in different places. Have you ever tasted it? Is there any difference between your soup and the one made by our kitchen?"

After Fu Yu finished speaking, he stared at the customer's head.

As a result, before the customer's thoughts could be reflected, the man suddenly collapsed emotionally. With red eyes, he shook his head: "I just want to take a bite of the hot and sour soup from my hometown. I want to go home! Woohoo."

"I have been working for three years and only came home once. My dad and mom are so old and they are still working hard to earn money to support me. This time. This time at this exhibition, I could have been promoted!"

"I worked overtime every day to study the design. I slept for three hours a night. I stayed up for such a long time. I revised the design draft no less than twenty times. This is all my hard work!"

"I worked hard for so long just to give a presentation today, but they kicked me out of the team and plagiarized my results. I want to go home. I miss home. I haven't had a bite of home food in almost two years. It’s time to eat, and now I feel sick in my stomach, so I just want to drink hot and sour soup.”

Fu Yu was stunned, why was he suddenly complaining?

The TV station personnel at the table who had been paying attention to this side were obviously attracted to their attention.

The customer was drunk and spoke in a loud voice. The emotion he just said was so emotional that everyone around him could hear it clearly.

As the customer talked, he started crying when he mentioned missing home, opening his mouth wide and wailing.

He was making too much noise and couldn't be persuaded at all.

A middle-aged woman stood up at the TV station table and walked over, asking, "What's wrong? Do you need help?"

The customer was so sad that he cried a few times and choked up: "I just want to drink a bowl of hot and sour soup from my hometown. All my research results have been robbed. I have nothing. I don't even have the shame to go home to see you." Mom and Dad, I can’t even drink a bowl of authentic hot and sour soup, can you help me? I beg you, help me, I feel sick in my stomach, I want to drink hot and sour soup.”

Fu Yu didn't know what to say for a while.

At this time, the middle-aged woman from the TV station, who looked very distinguished, frowned and asked: "Sir, which technology demonstration team do you belong to? Can you elaborate on this matter?"

Hearing someone asking about his team, the customer suddenly cried even more sadly.

Without feeling despair, who would have no time to drink to drown their sorrows?

Sun Lihua was nearby and thoughtfully handed tissues to customers.

The customer wiped his face randomly twice and said in a trembling voice: "I, I am a member of the high-tech team. The robot being displayed this time was developed by me. From design drawings to programming, everything is I made it bit by bit, but I was plagiarized by the leader of the same group and kicked out of the activity group. I spent more than two years of hard work, and finally I only got these few meal tickets. "

"They told me to get out, otherwise I would not be able to survive in the industry in the future. It was obvious that they had appropriated my works, and I was really at my wits end!"

Fu Yu was stunned. This matter was really not something he could solve.

The TV station staff listened to the customer and sighed: "On this matter, it's useless to just rely on your dictation. You need to provide specific evidence. If you can guarantee that what you said is true, we can send someone here." People need to understand and expose it. If this matter is really true, we will deal with it seriously."

"However, I feel that your current state is not suitable for communication. Let me leave you a contact information. If you need it, you can contact me at any time after the state is adjusted."

After hearing the words "serious handling", the customer burst into tears again, choking with tears.

After two years of hard work, I couldn't even get up to the display stand. When I was kicked out, I only had the meal coupons I had specially redeemed in my pocket. I thought that after the event, I would treat the whole group to a big meal and celebrate. .

Borrowing wine to soothe your sorrows will make you even more miserable.

He really had no choice but to come over dejectedly and spend all the remaining meal tickets in revenge, as if this would make him feel better.

This kind of self-deception, instead of comforting himself, actually made him collapse even more.

The customer did not expect that when he was most helpless, someone would actually be willing to help him.

The other party handed over the business card, and the customer squinted to read the words clearly.

Capital TV!

The customer's eyes suddenly widened and he was speechless with excitement.

The staff at the phone desk looked at him and said: "Sir, when you feel better, you can contact me. If everything is confirmed to be true, we will contact the leader as soon as possible to see if we can intervene in this matter and help you." Seek justice!”

After all, she is a professional in the media. The middle-aged woman is very capable. After comforting her, the customer's mood stabilized.

Does he want to numb himself with alcohol like he is now?

Of course not!

He was just desperate and had no choice, so he came over in despair and ordered a table of food, hoping to get drunk before resting.

But just now, I really got a little carried away, and I felt extremely aggrieved.

Maybe when people feel particularly wronged, they feel a little homesick.

He felt sick to his stomach after drinking it, and he really wanted to try the authentic hot and sour soup from his hometown.

At the table where the TV station staff gathered for dinner, cooked dishes were already being served.

The middle-aged woman went back to eat.

Fu Yu and Yang Ming looked at the customers sitting at the dining table, who had finally calmed down.

If what he just said is true, then this man is indeed a bit miserable.

The fruits of my labor were plagiarized by others, and two whole years of hard work were wasted. It would be difficult for anyone to accept this result.

After being persuaded by the TV station staff just now, the customer's drunkenness dissipated somewhat.

In fact, he didn't expect any information about this matter at all. The leader of the activity group had a strong family background and was not something a grassroots class like him could resist.

However, after crying so much just now, he really felt that the depression in his heart had dissipated a little.

At least I don’t feel like life is completely hopeless like before.

He drank a lot of wine and felt uncomfortable in his stomach. He had cried a lot just now and his throat was a little uncomfortable.

When you are depressed, your inner desires will be infinitely magnified.

He looked at the delicious food in front of him, and what he was thinking about was the taste in his memory.

The customer turned to look at the chef standing around the table and apologized: "I'm sorry, I just lost control of my mood."

Upon hearing this, several people present breathed a sigh of relief.

The customer is completely sober.

Yang Ming immediately said: "It doesn't matter, we all understand."

The customer suddenly said: "I feel really bad in my stomach right now. I really want to drink hot and sour soup. Can you please make me one?"

The relieved smile on Yang Ming's face had not yet bloomed, but when he heard these words, his face suddenly collapsed.

no!

Why isn't this over yet?

He said seriously: "Sir, our kitchen has made a hot and sour soup for you. This soup is indeed not the dish served at our stall. I am doing this because I want to meet your request. In our hometown, this is how we cook hot and sour soup. I really don’t know how to make other recipes!”

But the customer insisted: "I really want to take a sip of the authentic hot and sour soup."

Yang Ming has been writing here for a long time. Although he feels that the customer's experience is worthy of sympathy, this is not the reason for the customer to be so troublesome at the stall.

Yang Ming said sincerely: "Sir, this is how the hot and sour soup I know is made. It tastes sour, spicy, salty, fresh and fragrant. Then can you tell me how to make the authentic hot and sour soup? Is there any difference?" (End of Chapter)