Zhao Mengxiang ran very fast, but unfortunately, she was still a step too slow.
Before they arrived, the big man's family of three had already put the fish into their mouths.
Watching the family of three eat the fish, Zhao Mengxiang, Su Zhenhong, and Liu Shu all sighed in their hearts – it's over. Su Zhenhong came out of the kitchen with a plate of steamed yellow croaker that had just been cooked. He was ready to be scolded. He just hoped that the customer would not be too difficult.
"Hmm … Not bad," the brawny man praised as he placed another piece of fish into his mouth and nodded emphatically.
"The craftsmanship of this shop is really good. It's worth waiting a little longer." The middle-aged woman also praised.
As for the little boy, he couldn't be bothered to speak at all as he ate with big mouthfuls.
"Eh?"
Looking at the picture that was completely contrary to expectations, Su Zhenhong, Zhao Mengxiang and Liu Shu all had a question mark on their heads. It is reasonable to say that the guests ate Sue.
They should have immediately complained about the dishes they cooked. Could it be that their taste buds were weird?
"Is the steamed lobster I ordered not ready yet?" An impatient guest stood up and waved to Zhao Mengxiang.
"Alright, alright." Sue said.
He quickly walked forward and placed the entire plate of lobster on the table.
When the lid was opened and the fragrance wafted out, the few customers around the table immediately drooled. They picked up their chopsticks one after another, and after tasting it, they unanimously praised it. The dissatisfaction that arose from waiting for a long time instantly vanished.
"What? Can't I improve my cooking skills?" Sue asked.
Looking at Su Zhenhong, Zhao Mengxiang, Liu Shu who were still in a daze, he smiled.
"Good boy, you have it." Su Zhenhong smiled and patted Sue.
"If you're free, come and give me a hand. I'm really too busy. Those ten to twenty lobsters of yours have attracted too many people."
Actually, not everyone came for the lobster. After all, it was a little expensive, and many people couldn't bear to eat it.
However, even if some people couldn't afford it, they still felt that since this restaurant had lobsters, it must be quite high-end.
"I don't want to be your assistant. I want to do it myself." Sue said.
He laughed.
"But I don't have two kitchenware and no place." Su Zhenhong said to Sue.
The complacency of a somewhat angry and funny.
"I'll make it at home and bring it back when I'm done." Sue said.
Although his cooking skills were steadily improving, he was far from being able to abandon the hot shell. If he were to abandon the hot shell, few people would be willing to pay for it, so he could only cook at home.
After all, he couldn't bring Rebei over. If someone saw it, he wouldn't be able to explain himself.
"It's up to you. Don't do it when you're tired. Before making lobster, ask Mengxiang to see if there are any orders. Don't do more." Su Zhenhong told him that lobster is too expensive and wasting one is a big loss.
"Sure." Sue nodded.
He asked Zhao Mengxiang for the order list, picked up a few dishes, and then ran home, cooked the dishes and sent them back to the seafood restaurant. So back and forth, although it takes a little time to run back and forth, it also reduces a lot of pressure for Su Zhenhong. The business in the store is better and there are almost no vacancies.
Sue
His culinary skills were also steadily improving. In terms of cooking, he actually had a certain level of talent. It was just that his uncle and father were too good at cooking, so he basically didn't have many opportunities to cook. Occasionally, he would cook, but the difference between his uncle and father's cooking was too great. The whole family couldn't eat their fill, so he lost the motivation to cook.
He can't cook a few dishes a year. Even if he has some talent, his cooking skills can't grow.
"Boss, boss." A young man with a greasy head and powdered face suddenly shouted.
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
Zhao Mengxiang walked quickly. The people at this table seemed to be rich. They ordered the most dishes and even ordered two lobsters. Naturally, they had to be greeted.
"Do you have two chefs? There are two flavors in the same dish." The young man asked while wiping the oil from his mouth with a tissue.
"Ah?" Zhao Mengxiang's heart tightened, thinking that it seemed that A?
In the end, the dishes he cooked were still eaten.
"Don't be nervous. Although there are two flavors, both are good. One of them is worth the money, and the other is definitely worth the money. It's really rare to be able to eat such delicious seafood in such a small place."
A middle-aged man at the same table smiled and asked, "However, although they are all worth the money, we still want to eat the best. Let's order another oyster, and another …"
"Okay, wait a moment." Zhao Mengxiang walked into the kitchen.
"What's wrong?
Are the guests not satisfied? "Su Zhenhong and Liu Shu saw Zhao Mengxiang being called by the guests from the kitchen.
"How many guests ate A?
I'm not very satisfied with the dishes. Dad, you can cook these dishes yourself. "Zhao Mengxiang handed the list to Su Zhenhong.
"Well, don't tell A?
Don't hit this kid's enthusiasm. It's quite amazing that his cooking skills have improved so much that it took the guests so long to eat the difference between his cooking and mine.
If he learns more, he will be my successor sooner or later. "Su Zhenhong laughed.
"Don't forget A?
But he graduated from a famous university. He just came back temporarily to play. Sooner or later, he will go back to the outside world and take over your job as a chef? "Liu Shu retorted with a smile.
"That's right, A?
This child will definitely have a bright future. It's too much for him to be a chef. "Su Zhenhong scratched his head awkwardly.
After a while, Zhao Mengxiang served several dishes made by Su Zhenhong, and several guests couldn't wait to move their chopsticks.
However, they did not show the satisfied look that Zhao Mengxiang expected, but frowned one by one.
"Didn't we say we wanted the best? Why is it second class again? Are you afraid that we won't have enough money?
Ask your best chef to make it for us. "The young man was a little angry.
"We didn't mean to make things difficult. It doesn't matter if we pay more. We just want to eat delicious food."
The middle-aged man spoke politely and took out a large bundle of banknotes, paid the money directly, and gave an extra 200 as a tip.
"I …" Zhao Mengxiang took the money, but he was a little anxious, thinking that these dishes were made by Dad, how could they be inferior?
Did Dad's cooking suddenly decline?
What can I do?
With such generous guests, he couldn't neglect them.
"What's the matter?" Su Zhenhong saw the dispute here and came over.
"Are you the boss or the chef?" The young man asked.
"Yes, I am the boss and the chef." Su Zhenhong replied.
"Then please give me the best dishes, like this, this, and this …" The young man, with a straight face, picked out several empty plates and put them aside.
"Huh?"
Looking at the plates picked out by the young man, Su Zhenhong and Zhao Mengxiang were stunned. These plates were obviously different from other plates. If they remember correctly, that's the A?
Family plate, that is to say …
Zhao Mengxiang suddenly opened his mouth wide, and his expression was both suddenly enlightened and unbelievable.