Although Uncle Zhou Yan has always said that small-scale transactions have the advantages of small-scale transactions, there is one thing that small-scale transactions cannot compare with large-scale transactions, and that is the speed of serving food.
Zhou Yan privately counted the number of customers in the hall and the speed of serving food. He roughly estimated that there are at least a dozen master chefs in the back kitchen of Ruiyang Restaurant, and this does not include cold dishes.
A master pastry chef.
I don’t know if the waiter went back to ventilate the room, but after only a few minutes, the waiter in the lobby looked at the four people with a different look, and became a little more cautious in his inspection.
The dishes arrived quickly, and they were all small portions of cold dishes: the store's braised meat platter and cold bitter chrysanthemum.
There is nothing good to say about the cold bitter chrysanthemum. Large restaurants consume a lot of ingredients every day, so the freshness of the ingredients goes without saying. As for the braised food, I don’t know whether it is due to lack of experience or because it is newly opened, but the brine is not old enough.
The braised sauce is not tasty enough...
Hot dishes will be served soon.
The first course, potato shreds.
The first one to use the chopsticks was Li Yulin. Comrade Uncle-in-law picked up a few chopsticks, looked at them, and nodded with satisfaction: "The cutting skills are good, and they have been used for several years."
The next few dishes, steamed yellow flowers and braised pork, were fairly well done, at least worthy of the prices on the menu.
However, just as the four people were patiently enjoying the food, something unexpected happened in the hall...
"Guys, what would you like to eat?"
"Can we make dishes that are not on the menu?"
Zhou Yan, who was stuffing braised pork into his mouth, suddenly stopped what he was doing and glanced back at the customer.
Generally speaking, those who do not order from the menu, apart from their own gourmets, are the only ones hired by competitors to find trouble...
Just when Zhou Yan was leisurely planning to watch the excitement, his uncle, who was sitting opposite Zhou Yan, seemed to realize that something was not quite right and put down the chopsticks in his hand.
"The chef in our store is a first-class chef."
"Oh," the customer said with a weird smile on his face, "Can we make Wensi Tofu?"
At this time, the service station also realized that something was not quite right. He turned back and looked at the front office manager: "Wait a moment, I will go and ask you!"
"Wait a minute, there are a few more dishes. Can you please ask them... three-no-stick, deep-fried and double-crispy, pagoda pork." After the customer reported a few more dish names, he looked at the waiter with a smile, "
That’s all for now, I won’t say more if it’s not enough…”
After listening, Zhou Yan and his uncle turned around, looked at each other, and found that each other's brows were wrinkled.
Seriously, these people are clearly here to cause trouble.
Of course, there are also those who don’t mind watching the excitement, like my little cousin Li Jinling, who stared at her father with great interest: “Dad, you can cook all the dishes that uncle just ordered.
?"
"Do it?" Li Yulin smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You can still make pagoda meat a little bit, but if you don't stick it in it, don't expect it to be fried and crispy."
"Then what kind of tofu..."
"There are no more than five people in Dongyang who can make Wensi tofu!" Li Yulin sighed.
"Why?"
"Ah? Isn't it?"
Li Jinling finally realized that something was wrong. She looked back at the counter and saw that the lobby manager had already started calling people.
In just two or three minutes, the boss Qin Fangyuan had already led a group of managers to the lobby.
Seeing Zhou Yan, Comrade Lao Qin was stunned for a moment, and his frown relaxed a little.
Walking up to some unruly customers, Qin Fangyuan showed a polite smile on his face: "Guys, the dishes you ordered are not very easy to cook!"
"Money is not a problem!" The people who ordered the dishes showed a victorious smile on their faces, "When ordering, just try to be fresh!"
"In that case, please wait a moment and let me ask the chef..."
After finishing speaking, Qin Fangyuan did not go to the kitchen, but rushed to Zhou Yan's table.
"Boss Li, are you eating here?"
"Boss Qin..." Li Yulin smiled slightly and nodded as a greeting.
Qin Fangyuan's target was naturally not Li Yulin. After saying hello, he looked at Zhou Yan with a smile: "Xiao Zhou, I haven't seen you for a while. It just so happens that Ruoshu is also in the store..."
As soon as Zhou Yan saw Qin Fangyuan's posture, he knew that his cheap father-in-law was planning to drag him into filling the hole, so he could only smile stupidly at his uncle: "Uncle, let me go and take a look!"
After saying that, Zhou Yan stood up and left his seat.
"My nephew, I made you laugh!" Qin Fangyuan suddenly stopped, turned around, and Chao Zhou Yan smiled, "You must have heard the dishes that those few ordered just now, I don't know..." p>
“I can do it, and I’ve done it before!”
Qin Fangyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then please!"
"Uncle Qin, you are so polite!"
On the other side of the hall, Li Yulin saw Qin Fangyuan pulling his nephew away, and the smile on his lips gradually solidified.
"Dad," Li Jinling seemed to have noticed something, "Cousin, is it..."
Li Yulin nodded, his brows full of bitterness...
When Qin Fangyuan took Zhou Yan into the back kitchen, he found that there was already a commotion in the back kitchen, especially several chefs who had already walked out carrying kitchen knives...
"There is no such thing as bullying!"
"Stop it all!" Qin Fangyuan glared at a group of chefs fiercely, "Isn't that embarrassing enough?"
After calming down a group of chefs, Qin Fangyuan glanced at the boss of the kitchen: "Old Lin, get a new apron and a hat too!"
After saying that, Qin Fangyuan looked back at Zhou Yan: "Xiao Zhou, what else do you need?"
"First prepare a half-foot-square piece of pork belly, chicken gizzards, pork belly, eggs..." Zhou Yan added, "Prepare these first, and find a cucumber first!"
As soon as Zhou Yan finished speaking, the chef over there had already come over with a new apron.
He took it, tied it up smoothly, and put on his chef's hat. A special temperament exuded from Zhou Yan's body.
The temperament bonus effect that comes with the master badge has stunned a group of chefs in the back kitchen.
"Here, cucumber!"
Zhou Yan took the cleaned cucumber, put it on the chopping board, reached for a stainless steel basin, added some broth to it, and then mixed in some other seasonings.
After mixing it, put it aside, took a few green peppers and red peppers from the basket on the table, cut them into cubes, and stirred them in the sauce...
When Zhou Yan was cooking, although the other chefs were busy with their own business, they were quietly paying attention to him from the corners of their eyes.
After mixing the juice, taking the cucumber, and cutting off the head and tail, Zhou Yan's knife suddenly became faster...
"Dangdangdang..."
After a rapid sound of cutting, Zhou Yan picked up the already formed coir raincoat cucumber, put it on a plate, poured the sauce on it, and handed it to the waiter on the side.
"What are you still doing? Let's serve the food!"
"Wait a minute," Zhou Yan called to the waiter, "please tell the people who ordered Wensi Tofu that this plate of coir raincoat cucumbers is a gift, and then ask if the next dishes are still available!"
"Got it!"
Watching the confused waiter leave with the plate, Zhou Yan began to boil water in a pot and add spices to process the pork belly...
"Uncle Qin," Zhou Yan turned around and glanced at Qin Fangyuan who was following him, "based on my skills, what is the appropriate price for these dishes?"
Qin Fangyuan, who originally felt a little confused, suddenly realized: The coir raincoat cucumber just now was just a warning. If the other party doesn't understand, then you won't be polite here!
