Life is a Game

In the back kitchen, the tablet hanging on the wall beeped, indicating that a customer ordered food.

Jiang Weiming had been following Jiang Weiming all along. Now that Jiang Weiming was paying attention to Paoyu, he went to the chopping board to cut vegetables, which was closest to the tablet, and squinted his eyes for a look.

"Table 3 in area c ordered a large portion of eight-treasure porridge." Jiang Sansheng shouted.

"Table 3? Which table is table 3?" Jiang Weiguo raised his head vigilantly, and waved his hand to Luo Yu who was being scolded for dropping the plate while delivering the food, signaling him to go to work first and then continue later. scold.

Luo Yu returned to Hetai disheartened, and asked Han Yigu, "How much did you charge for throwing the plate?"

"A 30." Han Yi continued to work without looking up.

"Table 3 is my master's table." The seats for the guests in area c are all arranged by Zhang Guanghang, who knows best, "It should be that my master can't eat anything and wants porridge, so it's not a big problem."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Yue came to the door of the back kitchen, caught a cold dish chef and said, "The eight-treasure porridge on the 3rd table in area C was ordered by Xu Cheng, it should be ordered for the old gentleman at their table, please tell them .”

The cold dish chef ran over to tell Ji Yue what he said.

"Han Yigu, go scoop up the porridge," Jiang Weiguo ordered.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Feng said suddenly, "The eight-treasure porridge I made today is a little bland, and the porridge alone is too monotonous. I'll make another chicken wrapped in vegetables and send it together later."

The ingredients are all ready-made, and those that should be marinated have already been marinated. It takes only a few minutes to make a vegetable-wrapped chicken.

Jiang Feng felt that Xia Mubing might like this dish.

Jiang Weiguo didn't say a word, it was assumed that he acquiesced.

"My master doesn't like to eat chicken wrapped in vegetables." Zhang Guanghang reminded him friendly, "He never eats this dish, and he didn't make it when a customer wanted to order it before."

"It's all a thought. I just learned this dish recently. Do you want me to teach you how to make it later?" Jiang Feng suddenly remembered the special effect of chicken wrapped in vegetables, and turned the corner in time.

If Zhang Guanghang really has someone he likes or someone who loves him hard to tell, buff will confess his love with a hot head, and with his looks and cooking skills, he will definitely get out of the order in minutes. At that time, Ji Yue will not be so distraught that she cannot go to work, and Taifeng Building will lose an excellent lobby foreman on the first day of opening.

"Ah?" Zhang Guanghang was stunned. He didn't expect Jiang Feng's brain circuit to be so clear, so he refused on the spot, "No, I can cook this dish."

Put the cabbage leaves in water, wrap the marinated chicken fillet in it, hang the egg white paste and fry it in the pan, take it out, fire it up, fry it again, and take it out of the pan.

While arranging Jiang Jiankang's sweet and sour carp, Sang Ming murmured to Han Yigu who was next to him, "This dish is easy. I think I can cook it even if I learn it. My crispy meat is fried very well. Every New Year's day, my family's The crispy meat is fried by me."

Han Yigu has seen the world after staying in Beiping for a few years, and explained: "This is a home-cooked dish here, and many people can cook it, just like the crispy meat in your place."

"You're wrong. My sister doesn't know how to fry crispy meat, she can eat it. When I fry it in the kitchen, she just waits to eat with chopsticks, and she doesn't even know how to wrap it in flour. Hey, tell me Sister, she is not good-looking, and..." Sang Ming could say anything about his sister, and in just a few days, Sang Ming's magical sister who was said to be going to high school was not good-looking, her face The great image of acne, fat, inflexible hands and feet and inability to work has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Just ask someone in the back kitchen. If you ask about the impact on Sang Ming, you may not be able to respond for a while. If you ask about the impression of his sister, everyone can answer.

Words can be said exactly the same.

"Sang Ming, arrange the plate," Jiang Feng said.

"Okay." Sang Ming finally let his sister go.

Three vegetables wrapped in chicken, Sang Ming incorporated the design concept of three cakes when arranging the plate, and arranged them in a row at an angle, wiped and outlined the soup on the bottom of the plate, and added some decorations with no practical meaning, Quickly delivered the vegetable-wrapped chicken and eight-treasure porridge to the vegetable delivery window.

The porridge is made in a big pot, which is familiar to the judges of the Good Taste Cooking Competition. It is a big pot with Jiang's characteristics, and it is a big pot that makes young waiters who have never seen the world tremble with fear.

"Sister Fang, I...I can't handle that pot of porridge." The young and beautiful waiter could only ask Fang Mei for help.

Fang Mei was walking back and forth in the lobby to see if anyone had made any mistakes. Hearing what she said, she frowned: "It won't move? How come it won't move?"

"I really can't handle it, the porridge is too...too heavy." The young and beautiful waiter was about to cry, "Brother Zhao and the others are all on the second floor. I came to you because I was afraid of delaying time."

Fang Mei felt that the little girl's body is really weak now, everyone is engaged in physical labor, and she can't even handle the porridge, and said: "I'll go and see, you should pay attention to exercise the strength of your hands, otherwise you will end up Sometimes the food is not served stably.”

Then Fang Mei saw the porridge at the dish delivery window.

Fang Mei began to doubt life.

Fang Mei stepped forward, her breath sank to her dantian, her center of gravity lowered, her arms exerted strength, the porridge was picked up steadily, but she quickly put the porridge down.

She can handle it, but she may not be able to handle it. She will not try things that are not sure.

"Go to the second floor and find a boy." Fang Mei said to the young and beautiful waiter.

Before the young and beautiful waiter went upstairs, Ji Yue saw that they both had been lingering at the Sichuan cuisine window for a long time, so she came over to take a look, and saw the two of them looking at each other in dismay at a pot of familiar porridge.

"Sister Fang, what's the matter, something is wrong with the food?" Ji Yue asked, "Isn't this the porridge ordered in section c? I remember ordering the extra-large eight-treasure porridge in section c."

"The porridge is a bit heavy and I'm afraid it won't be stable to carry it. I asked Xiaoling to go upstairs and ask a boy to come down and carry it." Fang Mei said.

"You don't need to be so troublesome, I'll just carry it over. Xiao Ling, you can pack chicken with this dish." Ji Yue smiled, and easily picked up the eight-treasure porridge, walking like flying.

Fang Mei:? ? ?

Xiaoling:! ! !

Xiao Ling looked at Ji Yue with admiration, and gave Qi Rou's fellow countryman a bad blow in her heart. That guy has been saying bad things about Ji Yue in secret for the past few days. He said that Ji Yue is arrogant and looks down on others, and that graduates from prestigious universities look down on others. Isn't he just a waiter like them, and then he said something about Ji Yue No reason to be a foreman, as if Ji Yue could be the foreman if she wasn't.

She knew she was lazy when she was working, and Xiao Ling saw it several times. Fang Mei repeatedly emphasized that before giving the tablet to the guests, he must first introduce the ordering system in detail. Everyone kept it in mind, but Qi Rou's fellow countrymen cut corners, sometimes they didn't even say anything, and whenever they had the opportunity, they would find a corner to slack off. He also laughed at others for working honestly and not adding money.

Xiaoling sneered in her heart, that idiot really thought everyone was a idiot, she was the only smart person, she could survive the probationary period without being fired, Lin Ling read her name upside down!

"Hello, vegetable-wrapped chicken, please take it easy, this is a large serving of eight-treasure porridge." Lin Ling said with a smile.

Everyone didn't respond, so everyone's eyes were focused on the eight-treasure porridge that Ji Yue put on the table just now.

Everyone had the same thought.

What a big pot!