The Cheat Emperor of the Culinary World Chapter 130 129: Emergency Response On the Spot (Ninth Updat

Fu Yu agreed to let Sun Qingning take charge of lunch, so he went over to communicate with Yao Yihang.

Chef Gu also had two prepared dishes on his side.

Fu Yu would cook a at dish, while Yao Yihang would prepare two vegetarian dishes.

The soup would be the chilled fresh jellyfish soup from the cold storage, with plenty to go around.

During the al, Fu Yu specially served Zhao ng half a bowl of rice.

Being exposed to cooking fus all morning and occasionally taste-testing, the appetite would inevitably be sowhat affected.

Zhao ng preferred eating less per serving to avoid losing his appetite from looking at a full bowl of rice.

But after Fu Yu finished two bowls of rice and two bowls of soup, he looked up to find that Zhao ng hadn't even finished his half bowl of rice.

Fu Yu leaned over and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Why are you eating so little?"

Zhao ng shook his head, "No appetite, maybe I didn't rest well last night."

Fu Yu wanted to say more, but Zhao ng put down his chopsticks, "You should eat more. If we get busy tonight, who knows when we'll get to eat."

With that, he stood up and walked away.

Fu Yu noticed sothing was off about Zhao ng and made a ntal note of it.

In the afternoon, things were fine; he took it easy with a couple of small-scale orders.

In the blink of an eye, it was al ti and suddenly it got busy.

The order taker ca back with more orders.

Zhao ng glanced over and picked out a few dishes to keep, handing the rest to Fu Yu.

In just that mont, Fu Yu saw Zhao ng's body sway, and in the next second, he was about to collapse to the ground.

With quick reflexes, Fu Yu rushed over in two steps and caught Zhao ng's arm, holding him up.

When he made contact, Fu Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Zhao ng's body was noticeably sagging, with no strength to support himself.

Fu Yu quickly adjusted his stance, firmly supporting Zhao ng under the armpit with one arm and securing his waist with the other, managing to stabilize him without letting Zhao ng make a scene.

"Chef Zhao, are you okay?"

Fu Yu didn't dare raise his voice, keeping it low as he asked.

Zhao ng shook his head, "No, I can't stand..."

Zhao ng's speech was becoming weak.

Fu Yu felt anxious, ignoring everything else, and hurriedly supported Zhao ng towards the back door.

No matter what, he had to get him to a hospital first.

As he moved swiftly, Zhang Jinyu, the assistant standing by Zhao ng, panicked.

When Zhao ng had his incident, Zhang Jinyu was prepping ingredients nearby. Turning around, he saw Fu Yu supporting Zhao ng out, with Zhao ng looking as limp as a piece of mud, completely being carried.

Zhang Jinyu panicked at the sight and imdiately ran after them, stretching out his hands to help support Zhao ng.

His panic caused others around to notice sothing was wrong, and they quickly surrounded.

Everyone was flustered, trying clumsily to help.

Fu Yu quickly stopped and said, "Chef Zhao just has a bit of low blood sugar, I'm taking him back to rest, you all continue with your work."

Fu Yu displayed calmness on the surface, but internally he was a ss; Zhao ng's body was limp with no strength.

The symptoms were alarming, and Fu Yu didn't know any first aid. All he could think of was to quickly get him to a hospital for treatnt.

No one around could be counted on; Fu Yu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, sweat bead trickling down his forehead.

He feared Zhao ng's condition might be severe, his heart pounding.

"Chef Zhao! Chef Zhao!! How are you feeling?"

While supporting Zhao ng to the back door, Fu Yu asked with concern.

Zhao ng was utterly weak, his lips slightly parted, speaking feebly, "Get Chef Yao to take to the hospital, you, you go take the orders, the guests are waiting!"

Zhao ng's voice was faint, and with the bustling kitchen noise, it took guessing for Fu Yu to understand his aning.

Reaching the back door, using the wall for support, Fu Yu held onto Zhao ng with one hand and pulled out his phone with the other to call Yao Shi.

"Chef Yao, Chef Zhao has collapsed, can you co over and take him to the hospital? We're in the corridor by the back door..."

Then, Fu Yu called Sun Qingning: "Don't make a fuss, co over to the back door right now and go with Chef Yao to take Chef Zhao to the hospital..."

Sun Qingning arrived first, lending a hand to support Zhao ng.

Fu Yu instructed, "When Chef Yao arrives, go with them to the hospital, and update imdiately with any news!"

Sun Qingning quickly agreed.

Fu Yu handed Zhao ng over to Sun Qingning, "You wait here, Chef Yao will be here soon."

Hearing that Yao Shi was on his way, Sun Qingning felt a sense of relief and nodded quickly.

He supported Zhao ng, bracing against the wall, letting Zhao ng lean in his embrace.

Fu Yu didn't delay further.

It was pri al ti, orders had to be cooked imdiately, or impatient custors would beco a problem!

Fu Yu had just started cooking when Yao Shi ca rushing through the door and raced towards the back door without stopping.

Gu Yunwu saw him and asked, "Hey, Chef Yao, what's got you in a rush?"

Yao Shi had no ti for small talk, waved, and spotting Fu Yu, he hurried over.

Seeing him coming, Fu Yu quietly said, "Chef Zhao is in the corridor at the back door, Sun Qingning is with him. Chef Yao, please take Chef Zhao to the hospital..."

Yao Shi nodded and without further words, dashed towards the back door.

And Fu Yu, all he could do now was quickly cook all the ordered dishes.

The order sheet Zhao ng had torn was picked up by Zhang Jinyu and placed back on the counter.

Fu Yu picked it up and stuck it to the kitchen wall, reviewing the dish orders from start to finish.

He estimated the cooking order in his mind.

Without wasting ti, he fired up the stove and poured oil, starting with the dishes that could be quickly stir-fried.

By now, the news of Zhao ng's sudden illness had spread through the entire kitchen.

Seeing this, Fu Yu instructed Zhang Jinyu beside him, "Don't spread anything about Chef Zhao's condition, if asked, just say it's low blood sugar!"

Zhang Jinyu paused briefly and seeing Fu Yu's serious expression, quickly nodded.

Gu Yunwu, busy with orders earlier, hadn't noticed the situation. Hearing the news now but unable to leave, he sent Yao Yihang over to inquire.

Yao Yihang, having just finished plating, heard about Zhao ng's collapse and quickly turned to look.

Sure enough, at the kitchen counter, Fu Yu was the only one cooking, and Zhao ng's stove was turned off.

Seeing this, Yao Yihang squinted, put down his work, and quickly walked over.

"What happened to Chef Zhao? Wasn't he fine just now?"

"Is it serious? Is he okay?"