Fu Yu carefully looked through his personal attributes.
He discovered that he had added two new professional skills: stewing and boiling.
But what does this honor title "Rising Star of the Kitchen" an?
As the thought flashed across his mind, a [!] appeared after the words "Rising Star of the Kitchen."
Fu Yu chose to view it.
[Rising Star of the Kitchen: A rising star in the kitchen should have the spirit of craftsmanship passed down from the older generation of chefs, and enhance the innovative awareness of the new generation of chefs.
This innovation not only reflects in culinary skills and cooking thods, but more importantly, in the selection of ingredients and seasonings, creating delicious dishes to satisfy the increasingly picky taste buds of diners.
One hundred percent custor satisfaction is specially rewarded with this title.
Wearing this title: There is a certain chance to acquire the advanced skills of those around you when cooking independently.]
Fu Yu: "!"
This honor title is kind of aweso!
If I could stay by Zhao ng’s side and cook a few more tis, could I randomly learn so of his advanced cooking techniques?
Thinking about it, I’m actually a little excited.
Fu Yu casually grabbed a towel nearby to wipe his hands.
Just as he was about to step aside, Zhao ng patted him on the shoulder.
"The table you just did was great, the guests were very satisfied, so why don’t you do the next table too."
Fu Yu: ...
Why do I feel like you’re starting to exploit again?
"Here! The order slip."
Fu Yu glanced at the slip in Zhao ng’s hand.
Okay then!
After being exploited for almost a year, this ti doesn’t make a difference.
Besides, accepting the task cos with rewards, so it’s not a loss.
Fu Yu reached out to take the order slip.
An electronic tone imdiately sounded in his ear.
[Ding! Task from NPC Zhao ng: Complete a table as the head chef. Task requirent: Custor satisfaction. Task completion reward: One random prize, Task XP 100]
Fu Yu’s eyes lit up.
Another random prize!
If I get more task experience points, will I be able to level up to a mid-level chef after a few tis?
Just thinking about it makes excited!
He picked up the order slip and looked through it carefully.
Order slip for Room 207 guests: Two servings of seafood congee, cold mixed fern root noodles, sesa oil tofu, and cold mixed lettuce shreds.
At first glance, Fu Yu couldn’t recognize which guests were at this table.
Qianlima Restaurant is quite a long-established brand in this city, with many returning custors coming and going.
After working for a long ti, with so guests dining in, Fu Yu could guess who they were just by looking at the order slip.
But this table really didn’t leave an impression.
"Chef Zhao? Do these guests have any dietary restrictions?"
This ti Zhao ng didn’t pretend to be deaf and dumb, and he seriously instructed, "The guests are a young couple, they usually like spicy and sweet foods. But they’re not feeling well this ti, so they can’t eat spicy food. All dishes need to be made sweet and sour."
Young couple, likes spicy and sweet.
Fu Yu suddenly rembered two people and asked, "Are they the ones who once ordered Mao Xuewang and insisted on adding half a bag of our sugar?"
Zhao ng nodded, "That’s them."
Fu Yu carried a basin over to prepare the ingredients and casually asked, "Not feeling well? Are they sick?"
Zhao ng: "They said they have internal heat and a toothache, so they don’t dare to eat spicy."
Fu Yu: ...
What’s this logic?
Toothache from internal heat, and they don’t dare to eat spicy.
And then they ordered a pot of seafood congee and need it to be sweet and sour.
Fu Yu picked out large prawns from the basin, shaking his head with a wry smile: "Aren’t they afraid that seafood will exacerbate their condition? They’re really quite fearless."
Zhao ng chuckled and said, "They have money, so what are they afraid of? At worst, they’ll have all their teeth pulled and replaced with diamond ones, and then even gnawing on bones will have extra friction."
Diamond-teeth gnawing bones??
Honestly, doesn’t it sound kind of cool?
As soon as Zhao ng finished speaking, the people nearby burst into laughter.
The rice was pre-soaked, and the sea cucumber was ready, the clams had spit out their sand, only the fresh fish and shrimp needed processing.
These tasks were quite easy for Fu Yu.
With all the materials prepared.
Fu Yu poured water into the clay pot, and no prompts appeared during the process.
The quantities for cooking seafood congee are proportioned, and Zhao ng had marked the prep list countless tis.
Fu Yu’s preparations were skilled, and his operations were smooth.
He washed the rice clean again with water and mixed it with a small amount of oil.
The fresh fish and shrimp were prepared.
He cut the fish, shrimp, squid, and rehydrated sea cucumber into small pieces, blanched them in boiling water, and then rinsed them with cold water.
After draining, he put all the seafood into a small basin.
He scooped salt with a spoon.
The [!] appeared again.
He shook off so.
The [!] disappeared.
He continued.
Added sugar.
The [!] appeared.
Add another half spoon.
[!] Disappeared.
Finally, add pepper powder.
Under Zhao ng’s piercing gaze, Fu Yu braced himself, his hand shaking again and again.
Finally, mix well for marination.
Beside him, Zhao ng proactively stepped forward to help fetch a pot and boil water.
Fu Yu grinned.
This feeling of having soone to assist is really quite nice, huh.
Add rice when the water boils.
As Zhao ng poured a bowl of rice into the pot, [!] appeared again. Fu Yu hurriedly reached into the pot with a spoon to scoop so rice out, then added more water.
His swift actions were as fierce as a tiger.
Zhao ng was so angry his temples throbbed.
Given there were others around, Zhao ng was considerate of Fu Yu’s dignity, quietly asking, "What are you doing?"
Cooking seafood porridge has a set ratio, a recipe Zhao ng learned from his master years ago and has used ever since, never failing to achieve a fresh and savory result.
Changing the quantities of rice and water would definitely affect the taste.
Fu Yu, under Zhao ng’s glare as if he had usurped his position, explained reluctantly, "This way, the rice grains will be softer."
With less rice and more water, wouldn’t it need a longer cook? The rice grains would definitely be softer.
But then again, since the custor has a toothache, perhaps softer ingredients would be better?
With a slight hesitation, Zhao ng saw that Fu Yu had already turned the heat to low and started simring the porridge.
Zhao ng shook his head, whatever.
Since he agreed to let Fu Yu take charge, he should let him handle it.
After all, the master leads the way, but practice is up to the individual.
To avoid saying sothing he might regret, Zhao ng took a cucumber stick and held it in his mouth.
While waiting for the rice to cook, Fu Yu started preparing side dishes.
Peel and slice the lettuce into shreds.
Blanch for one minute, then take out and soak in cold water.
If it was usual tis, Fu Yu would probably approximate the timing.
But now, with the system prompt, he followed the [!] instructions completely.
At least the accuracy was guaranteed.
Add oil to the pot again, and once it’s hot, drizzle in chopped millet pepper and garlic.
Then for the seasoning and mixing ti, everything had a standard.
This al was completely different from before.
The system’s high standards and strict requirents added a lot of difficulty to Fu Yu’s cooking process.
Even simple seafood porridge and refreshing mixed dishes were no longer easy to make.
Fu Yu put the bracken starch noodles in the pot to cook.
The timing was precisely eight minutes.
Repeatedly rinsing in water, the number of tis based on the system’s satisfaction.
He went to add extra sugar to the seasoning but was firmly stopped by [!].
After a slight hesitation, Fu Yu decided to leave it to fate.
Anyway, the system is so aweso!
He managed the previous al, so this one shouldn’t be a problem either.
Finally, there was sesa oil tofu strips left.
This dish shouldn’t be controversial, after all, it’s Zhao ng’s original creation, the tofu already mixed with walnut oil, it doesn’t even need tasting; the fragrance is already overflowing.
Side dishes are done.
Simr the porridge over low heat for half an hour, pour in all seafood and cook together until done.
Add salt and pepper, sprinkle with julienned ginger and spring onions, then it can be served.
Look at this pot of visually appealing and delicious seafood porridge, and these finger-licking refreshing side dishes.
Fu Yu looked at Zhao ng with a face full of showing off: Zhao Qianlang, aren’t you going to hurry and praise ?!
Still glaring?
Can’t you sll this aroma?
Fu Yu pondered: Or is he afraid I’ll beco arrogant?
Zhao ng glared, "Why are you staring at ? If you don’t hurry and serve it, the custors will get anxious!"
Fu Yu: "Chef Zhao, don’t you have anything to say to ? Like ’the student surpasses the master’ or sothing?"
Zhao ng perfunctorily said, "Uh-huh, you’re the best! Hurry up and serve!"
The server, Wang Yuxuan, couldn’t help but laugh, "Stop fooling around, the guests have arrived."
Fu Yu helplessly had to turn and take the wooden ladle.
The seafood porridge was served into a special clay pot, and the refreshing cold dishes were plated ticulously.
The server made several trips to bring all the dishes to the table.
Two minutes later.
[Ding! NPC Zhao ng’s task: Preparing a table of dishes, successfully completed. Task completion reward: One random prize, task experience 100]
[Receive random prize: Yes or No]
Here it goes again!
Fu Yu chose "Yes," silently chanting for task experience, task experience!!!
[Ding! Congratulations on receiving a random prize: A non-stick oil skimr!]
Fu Yu was dumbfounded?
What?
A skimr?
What’s up with the non-stick oil?
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