Boss Pang finished speaking, looking eagerly at Fu Yu.
Fu Yu thought for a mont and said earnestly, "Boss Pang, I think you should communicate well with your daughter before making a decision. After all, both parties need to agree for a blind date to work, right?"
Boss Pang imdiately promised, "Of course, don’t worry. Once I talk it over with my daughter, I’ll contact you."
Fu Yu agreed with a smile, not taking it too seriously.
It seed like Boss Pang was casting a wide net, so Fu Yu decided to be a bit passive and decide what to do later.
Maybe the girl would even think he was just a kitchen worker with no future, a poor guy.
...
When Fu Yu went to the back kitchen, Zhao ng was flipping a wok and scolding the kitchen helper Sun Qingning.
"How many tis have I told you! Be quick with everything! The oil here is about to burn dry, and you haven’t finished cleaning yet! It’s such a delay!"
Sun Qingning, good-tempered and just returning from vacation with his girlfriend, faced Zhao ng’s angry roar calmly and admitted fault.
"I’ll pay attention next ti..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up to see Fu Yu entering from the doorway, and imdiately greeted him with a look of finding a savior, "Fu Yu! You’re back?"
Before Fu Yu could get closer, Sun Qingning hurriedly turned his head and said, "Chef Zhao, I’m going to the restroom, I’ve been holding it for so long. Since Fu Yu is back, let him watch for a bit!"
Zhao ng, exasperated yet resigned, gestured to let him go, "Get out!"
Sun Qingning slipped away imdiately, brushing past Fu Yu and discreetly clasping his hands in a gesture of thanks.
Fu Yu returned the gesture with a middle finger.
"Chef Zhao."
Fu Yu had just called out when he saw Zhao ng about to plate the dish from the wok. Quickly, he grabbed a clean cloth nearby, ready to wipe the edge of the plate in a mont.
Zhao ng plated the dish, and as he turned the dish, two drops of sauce splashed out.
Zhao ng instinctively reached out his hand, and imdiately a clean cloth was handed to him.
He casually wiped the edge of the plate free of sauce, then handed it to the waiter waiting to serve it.
Zhao ng looked at Fu Yu.
Originally irritated, Zhao ng felt his annoyance ease with soone pleasant and efficient by his side.
Without waiting for Zhao ng to ask, Fu Yu took the initiative to quietly say, "Chef Zhao, I learned a lot today. Are you free tonight? Let’s go out for a drink?"
Zhao ng’s mood improved even further.
He thought to himself, they always say comparing people can be deadly, and comparing goods results in discard.
Look at him, not only is he good at what he does, he knows how to talk, works efficiently; then look at those other guys, truly useless.
With such a comparison, how can anyone not be biased?
The sa effort spent, who wouldn’t want to be kind to soone they like and find pleasant?
...
Fu Yu invited Zhao ng to a long-established barbecue restaurant on a side street.
They ordered dozens of skewers and a pot of braised tripe along with four bottles of beer.
It wasn’t Fu Yu’s first ti dining with Zhao ng and he knew Zhao ng liked to drink a little, but had an average tolerance.
Two bottles each, just right, slightly tipsy, a good mood for chatting.
Before Zhao ng could ask, Fu Yu proactively reported, "Did you know Chef Yao used to be a partner in a music restaurant?"
Zhao ng nodded, "I knew, didn’t I tell you?"
Fu Yu grabbed a box of small onions, peeling them as he spoke, "No, you never told . I was shocked to find out!"
Zhao ng snorted, "So show of capability!"
Fu Yu laughed, "I spent half the day with Chef Yao, plating crab for over forty tables myself."
Zhao ng was a bit surprised, "Chef Yao didn’t lend a hand?"
Feeling a bit proud, Fu Yu said, "He started by plating one, I just followed suit, and then he let handle it."
Zhao ng knew Chef Yao was a stickler for detail, so if he felt secure in letting Fu Yu handle it, then Fu Yu must have done quite well.
Being skilled in the trade, he understood plating those crabs in harmony was intricately detailed work, despite seeming easy at first.
Unconsciously, Zhao ng’s lips curled slightly with pride, as if his child had done him proud in front of outsiders.
Fu Yu recounted his experience at the music restaurant as it was.
He couldn’t help asking, "Chef Zhao, were you really fine with letting follow Chef Yao there? You don’t even know, when I looked at the grandeur of that restaurant and those waitstaff, each one was so elegant. I almost regretted applying to our store back then!"
Zhao ng glanced at him, "What, thinking of switching jobs?"
Fu Yu placed the peeled small onion on Zhao ng’s plate, saying, "It was just a thought. Once I thought of you, I didn’t want to leave."
Zhao ng rubbed his arm, "Disgustingly sweet! With that act, you could easily charm girls outside. With your face, you shouldn’t be single."
Fu Yu took a bite of grilled tripe, blew the heat, and mumbled, "I’m speaking from the heart. You’ve been so good to , how could I bear to leave?"
Zhao ng turned to look at Fu Yu, "You’re just buttering up."
Fu Yu said earnestly, "Chef Zhao, thank you. Chef Yao told , it was you who specifically asked him to ntor ."
"Now that you know, cherish the opportunity," Zhao ng said with a satisfied smile, sincerely adding, "It’s been years since Chef Yao took anyone under his wing. If you manage to learn his skills, you won’t need to envy him anymore."
Fu Yu raised his glass, clinking it with Zhao ng’s, "Don’t worry, Chef Zhao, I’ll definitely study hard."
Then he continued, "But I don’t dare hope to beco like Chef Yao soday, perhaps just surpass you!"
"Ugh! What’s the point of always comparing with !" Zhao ng laughed in exasperation, punching Fu Yu playfully, and said, "Let tell you, it’s often not that there’s no water in the well, but that you haven’t dug deep enough. It’s not that success is slow, but that your efforts aren’t strong enough."
Fu Yu thought about it, and it really made sense.
He also raised his glass and finished the drink: "Like , I wanted to live life like a poem, sotis simple, sotis exquisite, but life ended up being like my song."
Zhao ng was taken aback: "What do you an."
Fu Yu gave a self-deprecating smile: "Sotis unreliable, sotis out of tune."
"You rascal!" Zhao ng laughed out loud.
Eating and drinking.
Taking advantage of the drink, Zhao ng spoke his mind: "I’m telling you, no matter when, a person must strive and be ambitious."
Fu Yu nodded.
Zhao ng casually pointed to a vending machine by the roadside: "Look, the sa bottle of drink sells for three yuan here, but we sell it for ten yuan at our restaurant. Often, a person’s value depends on their position."
Fu Yu lay in bed at night, tossing and turning, pondering the last thing Zhao ng said.
He made a secret resolution to seize this opportunity for promotion.
This might be his only chance to stay.
...
Yesterday was supposed to be a day off.
Fu Yu deliberately got up early to help with the dishes.
After everything was stored, Fu Yu was surprised to find that there wasn’t a question mark above the buyer Xu Wei’s head.
Fu Yu actively asked: "Do you want to take the purchase order to Chef Zhao for a signature later?"
Xu Wei smiled and said: "Oh, no need. I moved, so I’ll be eating at the canteen every morning, and I’ll just find Chef Zhao directly for the signature."
"Oh."
So disappointing...
One less inco source in the future!
While returning from the storeroom, he punched in his ti card along the way.
To his surprise, the ti card machine was blacked out.
"What’s going on?"
Fu Yu turned to ask the server Li Ran who also ca to punch his card.
Li Ran waved his hand: "Seems like there’s a system problem, soone will co to debug it later."
Fu Yu frowned: "What about punching cards then?"
"Hey! No need to punch cards today, we’ll do it after it’s fixed."
Just as the cashier ca down from upstairs, she saw them and quickly notified them.
Li Ran was quite happy: "Hey! Great, then there’s no need to co back specifically tonight."
Fu Yu’s face changed, and he touched his chest.
Darn it!
If he couldn’t punch in, wouldn’t he miss out on the daily missions?
A double loss, heartache!!
...
Another busy morning.
Fu Yu was imrsed in his sorrowful emotions when the server Wang Yuxuan suddenly ran anxiously to the kitchen: "Oh no! Master Zhao, the custor at table 302 said our lemon chicken feet don’t taste authentic, saying we changed chefs and wants to see you."
Zhao ng was stunned: "What? Lemon chicken feet not authentic? Impossible!"
Fu Yu also looked bewildered.
Are they finding fault on purpose?
Lemon chicken feet is a signature dish of the restaurant.
Because it’s tangy and appetizing, it’s very popular with the custors.
This dish is usually marinated the afternoon before to be used the next day.
How could there suddenly be an issue with its taste?
The recipe ratios are consistent.
"Alright, I’ll finish this dish and go over."
Two minutes later.
Zhao ng temporarily handed over the order to Gu Yunwu and walked out wearing his apron.
Fu Yu hurried to follow, thinking that if any disputes arose, he could at least say a few words to support the situation.
When they entered the private room 302, they saw the custors inside.
Zhao ng’s expression changed.
There were indeed two familiar faces at the table; they were regular custors of the restaurant.
They weren’t new custors, so there must really be an issue with the dish.
The middle-aged man leading the table looked surprised to see Zhao ng: "Oh, Chef Zhao, it was really you cooking? Then what’s up with these chicken feet? The taste isn’t the sa as before?"
Hearing this, Zhao ng quickly apologized: "I’m so sorry, let taste it first and see what went wrong."
The custor made space, and Zhao ng stepped forward, using new chopsticks to pick up a piece of chicken feet and putting it in his mouth.
After tasting it, his face imdiately darkened.
The taste was indeed off, lacking just a bit of tanginess, not sour enough!
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