Food Circle Plug-in Emperor

Pour the ingredients in the pot into the basin, Fu Yu turned his head and told Zhang Jiaxin: "There are still clams that spit out sand, right?"

Just as Zhang Jiaxin was about to speak, Yao Yihang, who was about to go to the storage room to get side dishes, saw this scene, and opened his mouth and said, "Chu Fu, why don't you use up all the yellow clams first?"

The voice has not yet fallen!

Fu Yu continued: "Bring them all here."

Yao Yihang couldn't help but said: "Chu Fu, you should use up all the yellow clams first. This flower clam was freshly spit out sand last night, and the yellow clams are two days old."

At this time, Zhang Jiaxin, who had been standing by the side and was about to fetch the clams, suddenly said, "Chu Yao, Chef Fu has already used up all the clams!"

Yao Yihang was shocked when he heard it!

how is this possible!

That yellow clam can fry at least fourteen to five servings of spicy fried seafood hodgepodge.

The customer ordered ten orders before, and then added ten more orders.

Zhao Meng walked for less than forty minutes, and the yellow clams were used up?

Yao Yihang immediately looked at Zhang Jiaxin suspiciously.

Could it be that the clam was not weighed when the material was cut?

Zhang Jiaxin hurriedly explained: "After Zhao Chu left, Fu Fu has already finished five spicy stir-fried seafood hodgepodge!"

What?

So fast!

No matter how unwilling he was, Yao Yihang had to admit it.

Isn't this Fu Yu too strong?

Fu Yu didn't continue talking to Yao Yihang, but turned his head and continued cooking.

eight minutes.

One pot!

seven and a half.

One pot!

Zhang Jiaxin's heart was surging and he was a little excited!

After all, Fu Yu's technique was too fast.

He kept the fire on high without adjusting the heat, and the speed of shaking the spoon was extremely fast, but none of the hard shells of the clams were broken.

In less than forty minutes, Fu Yu finished cooking the remaining five servings of spicy fried seafood stew.

Zhang Jiaxin and the passers who brought the dishes back and forth were dumbfounded. Is this God of Cooking possessed?

so strong!

The little worker who was in charge of preparing the materials looked at Fu Yu with admiration in his eyes.

If it was said before, they still thought that Fu Yu would be the one who stood out from the crowd, and it was all because of his good looks that he won Zhao Meng's favor.

So now, one by one, they completely overturned their previous ideas.

Why was it that Fu Yu was the first to become a full-time employee despite the same batch of small workers?

Of course it was because Fu Yu was really good!

When the last dish of spicy stir-fried seafood chowder was delivered to the table, the two big eaters finally couldn't eat anymore.

The waiter deliberately rushed to the back kitchen to report the news, and said excitedly: "The last two spicy stir-fried seafood chowders are required to be packed, and they are going to pay the bill!"

Everyone in the back kitchen was relieved, and they were about to leave!

After Fu Yu finished his work here, he went to greet Gu Yunwu: "Chef Gu, all the dishes on my side have been served."

Gu Yunwu was relieved, and looked at Fu Yu with admiration: "Little Fu, you are really amazing! As far as your hand speed and arm strength are concerned, you are even better than when I was young!"

Fu Yu smiled: "Compared to you, I must be far behind."

Gu Yunwu listened comfortably, and smiled sincerely: "If it weren't for you today, it's really hard to say whether this order would have been completed!"

Seeing that nothing happened, Fu Yu greeted Gu Yunwu and prepared to go back to rest.

Zhang Jiaxin suddenly said to Gu Yunwu: "Chef Gu, I'm going to the bathroom."

Gu Yunwu nodded.

Zhang Jiaxin happened to be on the way with Fu Yu, and they walked out together.

Among the small workers in the back kitchen, Zhang Jiaxin, like Fu Yu, was introduced by the school leader to come to Maxima for an internship after graduating from the chef school, and then naturally stayed.

He worked under Gu Yunwu as a laborer for nearly a year.

Now that Yao Yihang has become a full-time employee, he has become the best worker under Gu Yunwu.

However, two of his colleagues in the same period became full-timers one after another. Before the number of full-timers became full, the pressure in his heart was actually very high.

Because of this, he has been taking advantage of the time off recently to find a suitable next job everywhere and prepare to leave.

Regarding his future plans, Zhang Jiaxin thought over and over again, and felt that, like Yao Yihang, he should first find a small restaurant, practice his cooking skills, and then apply for a job back at a big restaurant, or simply set up a food stall by himself.

Anyway, no matter what, it must be better than messing around in the back kitchen like it is now.

He felt that his current job was a waste of time.

I can't learn anything, and the chance of becoming a regular is far away.

Fu Yu's cooking just now, to be honest, was very shocking to Zhang Jiaxin.

How many times does it take to practice such speed and technique.

And even after working for the same day, Fu Yu was exhausted to death, but Fu Yu was able to complete more than a dozen spicy fried seafood stews in a row, which shows how amazing his arm strength is.

But obviously Fu Yu and I didn't enter the back kitchen every few days, so where did we get the chance to practice?

Seeing that Fu Yu was going back, Zhang Jiaxin found an excuse to follow.

He wanted to ask Fu Yu a lot of questions, and now they were walking side by side in the corridor, Zhang Jiaxin hurriedly seized the opportunity, turned to Fu Yu and said, "Chef Fu, I just saw your cooking skills are really good! Can you Can't tell me, how did you practice?"

How to practice, certainly can not say.

The relationship between Fu Yu and Zhang Jiaxin was mediocre. After all, the two of them were not with a chef, and they had different positions. Even if Zhang Jiaxin was a good person, if he wanted to make friends, then forget it.

After all, even if a person has a good heart and a good personality, if he is not in the same camp, he will definitely not be in the same camp.

So, Fu Yu said with a smile: "Didn't you see what I usually do?"

The few people in the back kitchen look up and see each other every day, and they can see each other when they turn around.

Who can still not know what other people do on weekdays?

Hearing what Fu Yu said, Zhang Jiaxin suddenly felt unspeakably powerless, a little helpless, and had deep self-doubt.

They also do the same job every day, but Fu Yu can practice such cooking skills.

Apart from the gap in talent, Zhang Jiaxin couldn't think of anything else.

The public restroom is in the middle of the corridor.

Zhang Jiaxin greeted Fu Yu, turned around and walked in.

When he came out again, Zhang Jiaxin was not in a hurry to go back to the back kitchen, but stood in front of the open window in the corridor, watching the silent night outside through the screen window.

Such things as talent are innate, he is not as good as others, and there is nothing to be depressed about.

But what should he do now?

Zhang Jiaxin was born in a small county attached to Bei'an. His family's conditions were mediocre. His parents got married and had children relatively late. Now both of them have retired at home. Each of them received a pension of more than 1,000 yuan. His father also found a job as a doorman.

A family of three earns money and spends it separately, so they don't have to worry about food and drink.

He is determined to fight, but his ability is limited.

I stayed for a while.

Zhang Jiaxin took a deep breath, thinking about what to do so much.

Just do what you want.