Chapter 239 What a big pot
In the back kitchen, the tablet hanging on the wall beeped, indicating that a customer was ordering food.
Jiang Weiming had been following Jiang Weiming. Now that Jiang Weiming was paying attention to Cannonball, he went to the chopping board to cut vegetables. He was closest to the tablet and leaned over to take a look with squinted eyes.
"Table 3 in Area C ordered a large portion of eight-treasure porridge." Jiang Weili shouted loudly.
"Table 3? Which table is table 3?" Jiang Weiguo raised his head alertly, waved his hand to Luo Yu, who was being scolded for dropping the plate when passing the food, and motioned him to go to work first and continue later. scold.
Luo Yu returned to the lotus table in disgrace and asked Han Yigu: "How much does it cost to throw a plate?"
"A 30." Han continued to work without raising his head.
"Table 3 is my master's table." Zhang Guanghang arranged the seats for the guests in area C. He knows best. "It should be that my master can't eat anything and wants to drink porridge. It's not a big problem."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Yue came to the door of the kitchen, grabbed a cold dish chef and said: "The eight-treasure porridge at table 3 in Area C was ordered by Xu Cheng. It should have been ordered for the old gentleman at their table. Please tell them." .”
The cold dish chef trotted over and told Ji Yue's words intact.
"Han Yigu, go scoop the porridge." Jiang Weiguo ordered.
"Wait a minute." Jiang Feng suddenly said, "The eight-treasure porridge I cooked today is a bit bland. Just one portion of porridge is too monotonous. I will make another portion of chicken wrapped in vegetables and send it over together later."
The ingredients are all ready-made, and the ones that need to be marinated have already been marinated. It only takes a few minutes to make a vegetable-wrapped chicken.
Jiang Feng thought that Xia Mubing might like this dish.
Jiang Weiguo didn't say anything and took it as acquiescence.
"My master doesn't like to eat chicken wrapped in vegetables." Zhang Guanghang gave a friendly reminder, "He never eats this dish, and he didn't even cook it when guests wanted to order it before."
"It's all a wish. This is a dish I just learned recently. Do you want me to teach you how to make it?" Jiang Feng suddenly remembered the special effects of chicken wrapped in vegetables and turned the corner in time.
If Zhang Guanghang really has someone he likes, or the kind of love that is difficult to express in his heart, Buff will express his love in a hurry. With his appearance and family cooking skills, he will definitely be single in no time. By then Ji Yue will be too distraught to go to work, and Tai Feng 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 strange. He refused on the spot, "No, I can cook this dish."
Pour the cabbage leaves into the water, wrap the marinated chicken fillets in them, add the egg white batter and fry in the pan, take it out, fry over high heat, fry again, and remove from the pan.
While Sang Ming was putting Jiang Jiankang's sweet and sour carp on the plate, he murmured to Han Yigu next to him: "This dish is easy. I feel like I can make it if I learn. I can fry crispy pork very well. Every year during the Chinese New Year, my family cooks it." I fried all the crispy meat.”
Han Yigu had been in Peiping for several years and had seen the world. He explained: "This is originally a home-cooked dish here. Many people can make it, just like the crispy pork you have there."
"What you said is wrong. My sister doesn't know how to fry crispy pork, but she can eat it. When I fry it in the kitchen, she just waits with chopsticks to eat. She doesn't even know how to roll it in flour. Hey, tell me. Sister, she is not good-looking, and..." Sang Ming could say anything about his sister. In just a few days, Sang Ming's legendary magical sister who was about to enter high school did not look good-looking, and her face The image of a great person with pimples on his face, fatness, weak hands and feet and unable to work has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
If you ask anyone in the kitchen at random, you may not be able to react at the moment about the impact on Sang Ming, but if you ask about his impression of his sister, everyone can answer it.
The words can all be said exactly the same.
"Sang Ming, set the plate." Jiang Feng said.
"Okay." Sang Ming finally let go of his sister.
Three vegetables wrapped in chicken, Sang Ming incorporated the design concept of three cakes into the plate arrangement, arranged it diagonally in a row, wiped and outlined the soup on the bottom of the plate, and added some embellishments that had no practical meaning. The chicken wrapped in vegetables and eight-treasure porridge were quickly delivered to the food delivery window.
The porridge comes from a big pot. It is a big pot familiar to the judges of the Good Taste Cooking Competition. It is a big pot with Jiang family characteristics. It is a big pot that makes young waiters who are new to the country and have never seen the world tremble with fear.
"Sister Fang, I...I can't carry that pot of porridge." The young and beautiful waiter could only go to Fang Mei for help.
Fang Mei was walking back and forth in the lobby to see if anyone had made any mistakes. When she heard what she said, she frowned: "It can't be carried? How come it can't be carried?"
"I really can't carry it, that pot of porridge is too... too heavy." The young and beautiful waiter almost cried, "Brother Zhao and the others are on the second floor. I was afraid of losing time so I came to find you."
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Fang Mei felt that the little girl today was really weak. Everyone was engaged in physical labor, but she couldn't even carry a pot of porridge. She said, "I'll go take a look. You should also pay attention to exercising the strength of your hands, otherwise you won't be able to carry it." Sometimes I can’t even hold the dishes steady.”
Then Fang Mei saw the porridge at the food delivery window.
Fang Mei began to doubt life.
Fang Mei stepped forward, her energy dropped from her dantian, her center of gravity lowered, and her arms exerted strength. The porridge was picked up steadily, but she quickly put it down.
She can handle it, but she may not be able to handle it. She will not try things easily if she is not sure.
"Go to the second floor and find a boy to come down." Fang Mei said to the young and beautiful waiter.
Before the young and beautiful waiter could go upstairs, Ji Yue saw them both lingering at the Sichuan food window for a long time and came over to take a look. She saw the two of them looking at each other in confusion over a pot of familiar porridge.
"Sister Fang, what's wrong? There's something wrong with the food?" Ji Yue asked, "Isn't this the porridge ordered in area c? I remember ordering the extra large eight-treasure porridge in area c."
"The porridge is a bit heavy and I'm afraid it won't be stable when I carry it, so I asked Xiaoling to go upstairs and ask a boy to come down and carry it," Fang Mei said.
"Don't bother me. I'll just bring it over. Xiaoling, take this plate of vegetables and wrap it with chicken." Ji Yue smiled and picked up the eight-treasure porridge easily, walking as fast as flying.
Fang Mei:? ? ?
Xiaoling:! ! !
Xiaoling looked at Ji Yue with admiration, and in her heart she gave a loud sigh to the fellow countryman of Qi Rou. That guy has been secretly saying bad things about Ji Yue these past few days. At one moment, he says that Ji Yue is arrogant and looks down on people. People who graduated from prestigious universities look down on people. He is not just a waiter like them. At another moment, he says Ji Yue. She doesn't know how to be the foreman, as if Ji Yue could be the foreman if she wasn't the foreman.
She knows how to be lazy when working, and Xiaoling has seen her several times. Fang Mei repeatedly emphasized that before giving guests tablets, they must first introduce the ordering system in detail. Everyone kept it in mind. Only Qi Rou's fellow villagers cut corners. Sometimes they didn't even say anything and found a corner to be lazy whenever they had the chance. He also laughed at others for working honestly and without any extra money.
Xiaoling sneered in her heart. That fool really thought that everyone would treat her as a fool. She was the only smart person. She could survive the probation period without being fired. She, Lin Ling, read her name upside down!
"Hello, chicken wrapped in vegetables, please use it slowly. This is an extra large portion of eight-treasure porridge." Lin Ling said with a smile.
No one had any reaction, so everyone's eyes were focused on the eight-treasure porridge that Ji Yue had just placed on the table.
Everyone had the same idea. What a big pot!
(End of chapter)