Zhao ng made this personnel adjustnt after much thought.
He doesn’t say it out loud, but he sees how his crew performs on a daily basis.
Two of them are quite diligent, but not particularly gifted.
One has too slow a pace and doesn’t produce much work.
Sun Qingning, relatively speaking, is smart and has so talent.
But he is inconsistent.
He has a girlfriend outside keeping him occupied, always thinking about swapping shifts and taking breaks instead of advancing.
Zhao ng wanted Fu Yu to partner with him on orders, which ant Fu Yu needed plenty of opportunities to practice cooking.
Prepping and cooking at once could get too busy to manage alone.
That’s when soone quick and flexible is needed to assist as an understudy.
Sun Qingning fits the role well.
He’s quick to react and perceptive.
No ambition is perfect; he can just stick with Fu Yu and help out steadily.
But the rescheduling issue is a headache.
The store allows each person one day off per week, and Sun Qingning already took two extra days last month.
He even gave up on getting full attendance bonuses just to et his obligations promptly.
Zhao ng considered that if it doesn’t work, he’d find soone else to help Fu Yu when Sun Qingning needs ti off.
Thinking about this, Zhao ng glanced over the other three and more or less already had a plan.
The only unchanged piece in this adjustnt was Fu Yu.
He’s already confird, and it’s only a matter of ti before he takes orders and cooks solo.
Now, Zhao ng assigned Sun Qingning to Fu Yu for assistance.
Fu Yu was quite pleased about it.
Having help ant his burden was significantly lighter.
Among everyone, Sun Qingning felt the biggest sense of imbalance.
The job Zhao ng assigned to him was straightforward.
From now on, he’d be Fu Yu’s exclusive kitchen helper.
Simply put, it was the job Fu Yu used to do for Zhao ng.
Passing dishes, cleaning kitchen tools, moving prep materials, helping servers with trays...
Fu Yu had now confird and beca the main chef in the kitchen.
And Sun Qingning beca his assistant...
Sun Qingning’s smile was forced as he tugged at his lips.
He asked himself honestly.
He quite liked Fu Yu and admired his cooking skills.
Fu Yu was much better than him, and he knew it well.
Knowing Fu Yu would likely do well in the kitchen, he intentionally tried to befriend him.
But now Zhao ng directly assigned him to assist Fu Yu.
This treatnt felt even worse compared to other lesser workers, which made Sun Qingning feel sowhat aggrieved.
After all, even as a helper, working under Zhao ng is worlds apart from helping Fu Yu.
Others will rotate to assist Zhao ng.
With Zhao ng’s excellent culinary skills and years of experience, even a tip from him is imnsely beneficial.
But what could he learn from aiding Fu Yu?
Fu Yu has only just confird and can’t even take orders independently yet.
Sun Qingning knew he had his flaws, especially thinking about eting his girlfriend, longing for breaks during work.
But still, he didn’t want to end up like this.
It wasn’t that following Fu Yu was shaful for Sun Qingning.
But deep down, he felt that although Fu Yu was better, it wasn’t by much.
Ultimately, he couldn’t compare to Zhao ng.
Continuing in this manner would leave him with no prospects.
Besides, he was a bit tired of working in the kitchen anyway.
The pay is low, rescheduling is difficult, confirming is hard.
Especially after annoying Zhao ng, who seems to be making things tough for him.
Instead of dragging on like this, he might as well start a street food stall.
He heard that small stalls selling fried snacks can earn tens of thousands a month.
Even if it was tougher, at least the money would be better.
This thought gave him another option.
Sun Qingning was becoming increasingly restless.
If he couldn’t confirm by the next opportunity, he might as well resign.
Staying here was just wasting ti.
Sun Qingning made up his mind, and his expression relaxed gradually.
Zhao ng always had a decisive character.
With the personnel adjustnt arranged.
From today, it’s all set in place.
Fu Yu had already practiced cooking, but Zhao ng would pick the simple tasks for him.
Now it’s different.
Zhao ng handed the order directly to Fu Yu.
For a table with eight dishes, Fu Yu would make three, and Zhao ng five.
When the pace aligns, they would split it evenly.
Though Zhao ng didn’t say it, his actions clearly showed his determination to train Fu Yu quickly.
Fu Yu suddenly got busy.
He needed to choose and prep dishes independently, cook, plate, and increase speed to match Zhao ng’s rhythm.
Sun Qingning appeared sowhat slack.
Firstly, he was unfamiliar with the work and lacked teamwork with Fu Yu.
Secondly, he hadn’t adjusted to the ntal disparity.
Despite understanding it, watching others who used to be his equals rotate to assist Zhao ng was hard to accept.
While he worked, and listened to Zhao ng’s reprimands due to unt expectations, the feelings were uncomfortable.
Fu Yu didn’t specially console Sun Qingning.
After all, aside from your parents, no one would love you unconditionally.
Others treat you how you treat them.
Your effort determines others’ rewards towards you.
The key to mastering cooking is practice.
Working with Zhao ng on orders, Fu Yu’s skills and techniques beca more proficient.
Fu Yu’s rapid progress lightened Zhao ng’s workload considerably.
August is oppressively hot.
The back kitchen, with several burners running, felt like an inferno.
Zhao ng felt under the weather lately.
He usually enjoys spicy food, drinks little water because of work, and smokes a lot.
The hot weather only increased his discomfort, leading to constipation.
During a lull in custors, Zhao ng excused himself to the restroom.
The mont he left, an order ca in.
Gu Yunwu just took a small order from a table across the way.
The new order was for Zhao ng’s side.
Noticing Zhao ng gone, the server handed the order to Fu Yu.
Fu Yu glanced at the order.
The custor ordered four dishes: shrimp spinach salad, lemon crab claws, minced at sea cucumber, and spicy crayfish.
They were all specialties.
Fu Yu smiled, "Alright, I’ll start right away."
The server, Jiang Mo, was grateful to Fu Yu for stepping in during a previous dispute, offering him a thankful glance.
Jiang Mo hesitated and called, "Chef Fu!"
Fu Yu looked up, "Hmm?"
Jiang Mo signaled him closer with a blink.
Fu Yu’s heart skipped a bit.
This is...
The servers were always attractive, tall, and persuasive.
Being responsible for money matters required outstanding personnel.
Jiang Mo had a delicate appearance and a curvy figure.
She could make the Qianlima uniform appear quite provocative, showcasing her impressive physique.
Fu Yu briefly got a bit carried away, but then noticed the [..] hovering over her head.
And suddenly had second thoughts.
[Two-year veteran serving as a front-of-house server. Status: Proactive, aiming to be the next front-of-house lead. Favorability: 45]
Fu Yu: "!"
Could this be my springti coming?!
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