Xu Qingzhi set a purchase limit to prevent one person from buying a large amount of vegetables.
But there are only so many dishes, and if there are too many people buying them, there is no guarantee that everyone can grab them.
The chefs who have harvested the last potatoes are picking their own vegetables in the back mountain.
Mu Mingqian is no exception.
The cell phone in his pocket rang over and over again. He hung up, and the other party called again, and then called again after hanging up.
Mu Mingqian looked at the familiar phone number, resisted the urge to block it, and picked up the call.
"Chef Mu, we are the program team of Peak Kitchen. We are calling to communicate with you. We have determined the specific filming time for the program the day after tomorrow. When will you be able to arrive? The program team will arrange a car to pick you up."
Mu Mingqian tried to negotiate: "I communicated with you a few days ago. Is it true that we can't postpone it for a few days?"
"Chef Mu, it can be postponed, but all the staff are waiting." The other party said warmly.
My dear, this is exactly the same as "Don't worry, I'll wait for you alone."
Moreover, after staying like that for a few days, Mu Mingqian's heart lost its unprecedented peace.
Wu Xujin shook his head: "Yes, we recorded the program the day before yesterday, and we have to prepare the ingredients tomorrow."
But my attitude towards food is the same. I have to delay the preparation of any ingredients I have not handled, and make sure there are no leaks.
Mu Mingqian has no requirements for very few things in life. No one often complains that the outside of my home is just like the model apartment built by the developer, with simple decoration but no atmosphere of life.
A certain apprentice, who was holding a handful of celery in his hand and grinning with his small white teeth, was stunned. He looked at Mu Mingqian and asked, "Master, are you going back?"
I looked up at the blue sky and white clouds above my head, listening to the distant chirping of birds, and responded: "Okay, you can give them an answer later."
Liquidated damages are a trivial matter, but everyone was waiting for the previous sentence, so how could Mu Mingqian have the nerve to talk about the delay for a few days.
"Yes, Master, is it okay to leave tomorrow? I just recorded the program the day before yesterday."
The disciples who learned this "bad news" were all like eggplants beaten by frost.
When I decided to join Peak Kitchen, I had not contacted my brother, and I wanted to purchase the freshest and worst ingredients directly from the source.
Ugh, I really want to roll down there! Crawl! Howl!
Then, the other party reminded him tactfully: "Chef Mu, it's all written in the contract."
One day late would be bad.
I have to go and inspect this batch of goods tomorrow.
Cooking with such good raw materials is simply a natural enjoyment for chefs.
Yes, I want you to leave those cilantro!
I looked up at the apprentices who were excitedly picking vegetables outside the vegetable field. One by one, they were following Yu who was jumping up and down outside the melon field. I announced affectionately: "The Peak Kitchen program team called. The program was recorded the day before yesterday. You guys have to do it today."
gone back."
A program is never about him alone, it is about everyone working together.
I also make coriander egg pancakes for my boss to eat, which is my specialty.
My selfish intention is not to leave Fuwang Farm, but to stay here and cook for a few more days.
As a cilantro lover, I looked at the fragrant cilantro all over the floor.
After that, he hung up the phone.
Another man was picking coriander. He was burying his face in the coriander and sniffing it wildly. The expression of enjoyment on his face was frozen, and his tone sounded very sad: "Master, can you wait a few days before leaving?"