Zhao Meng said that Fu Yu would go to the stove to practice, so he really started to find an opportunity to hand over the job of holding the spoon to Fu Yu.

Qianlima has several very famous special dishes. Usually customers order two when they come to eat.

"The boss must have asked you to make these signature dishes when he asked him to do the questions."

After all, signature dishes are hot-eating products from restaurants, and whether they are well-made is the most intuitive and identifiable.

Zhao Meng looked at the ordering menu, reached out and pulled off the three dishes and put them on the kitchen wall.

Then he transferred the order to Gu Yunwu again.

"See? This dish of steamed green clams with garlic flavor is the signature dish."

Zhao Meng whispered to Fu Yu: "I'll make it first later. You can learn it. When you have this dish again, you can start practicing."

Fu Yu nodded, knowing that Zhao Meng was creating opportunities for himself.

"8 pieces of steamed green clams with garlic flavor, so they have high requirements for size and freshness."

Zhao Meng pointed to the green clams in the basin: "They are all spitting out good sand, but just in case, they need to be cleaned."

Zhao Meng knocked open the shell with a tool and deliberately slowed down his movements when rinsing the shell meat: "Sand is generally the most likely to remain here, so when cleaning, you should gently twist your fingertips and push them slowly... You see, like this... you cannot rub it vigorously directly, otherwise once the shell meat is damaged, the effect of the plate will be affected."

Handle the blue clam shells well.

Zhao Meng began to put the fans he had taken on the plate again.

"Fans should carefully plate the vermicelli and flatten them, put the green clams on them, and add these garlic sauce seasonings according to the ratio."

Zhao Meng carefully explained all the seasoning ratios to Fu Yu: "Even if you memorize it by rote, you have to remember it firmly. The steamed taste is the best, do you know?"

Zhao Mengmao handed the plate to Fu Yu: "Put it in the steamer, it's enough for seven minutes!"

Fu Yu took the plate, looked down at the fans and blue clams on the plate, and frowned indescribable words.

This method of placing the plate is too rough!

There are too many fans, too little garlic, and the sauce is more or less accurate.

And this blue clam shell.

Although they will eventually move to the decorative stone slabs where the plate is placed, can't they be placed better?

Fu Yu stared at the dense green lines of correction outlined on the plate.

For the first time in my life, I have experienced the entanglement and discomfort of obsessive-compulsive disorder in public places, and I want to correct it but dare not take it easily.

He silently thought in his heart that he was not upset. Fu Yu put the plate in the steamer at a very fast speed and ordered the time.

Seven minutes later.

Fu Yu took out the plate and waited for Zhao Meng to pour oil. He hurriedly said, "Chef Zhao, let me set the plate. I almost played lotus, I want to practice more."

It is a good thing to be willing to study.

Zhao Meng looked at Fu Yu more and more satisfied: "Okay, then I'll show it as if it's the first thing you want, you can do as you do later."

Fu Yu: "..."

He deeply felt that this was not learning, but torture.

While Zhao Meng was busy raising the spoon, Fu Yu quickly arranged the 7 blue clam shells, and finally adjusted all the fans that Zhao Meng demonstrated from the angle to the number of fans.

Seeing the green line completely disappearing, Fu Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

In the morning, Fu Yu not only practiced steamed green clams with garlic, fresh shrimps, celery, and crumbs, but also worked with Zhao Meng to make a Supreme seafood platter.

I practiced a lot of food, but unfortunately Fu Yu had no chance to take the spoon alone.

It’s either that his technique was too unfamiliar when he was slamming the spoon, and Zhao Meng couldn’t stand it. He took over and helped him with the aftermath in the middle, or that when he was about to be out of the pot, Zhao Meng rushed to make the lotus.

There is no harm without comparison.

Fu Yu found that the fire skills he relied on, even the load fighting skills, were not enough to see in front of the experienced Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng has long been well aware of cooking skills.

Many dishes, Fu Yu has seen and heard of, but has never really started making them.

And for Zhao Meng, all dishes have been cooked hundreds or thousands of times.

Practice makes perfect. Zhao Meng has his own unique skills and tricks in almost every dish.

Zhao Meng was anxious to ask Fu Yu to achieve success quickly and taught him almost all the experience he could think of.

Seeing that Fu Yu had learned it, he was full of spiritual energy.

Zhao Meng is really feeling particularly upset!

He had long known that Fu Yu was a good piece of material, and carefully cultivated it, sooner or later it would become more prosperous.

But no matter how talented you are and if you learn, you will be in vain if you don’t have a lot of experience in cooking and taking a job.

What Fu Yu lacks the most now is experience accumulation.

But this is the case in the kitchen in the hotel. When you are too busy at work, the stove is often controlled by the chef.

In addition to cutting cushions, small workers do odd jobs. Even if the chef is dedicated to cultivating, they mostly work as a chef next to them.

There are very few opportunities to really take control of the spoils.

The hotel is mainly profitable, and customers can only become repeat customers after they have eaten.

The craftsman is not good at it, and even if the chef is willing to help, he dare not let others go to the stove easily.

After all, there are too many orders, and customers are waiting for dinner in front, so the kitchen cannot be delayed at all.

And even if the chef is willing to take risks, the boss is not happy.

This is a helpless pattern of inertia.

Fu Yu was already very lucky. When Zhao Meng was struggling to change jobs to the music restaurant, he applied for a job in the kitchen.

Because of his excellent performance among newcomers, Zhao Meng was attracted by him and determined to train him well.

There is no so-called lunch break in the kitchen. I waited for the meal time and had fewer orders, so I took turns to rest and have dinner.

When Fu Yu followed Zhao Meng to take over for dinner, Yao Shi had already finished eating and was about to leave.

Seeing Fu Yu, Yao Shi said, "Xiao Fu, the assessment will be held the day after tomorrow. You have to work hard!"

Fu Yu nodded.

While there was no outsider, Zhao Meng couldn't help asking: "Cheer Yao, what do you think...Yao Yihang's cooking skills are?"

Yao Shi glanced at Fu Yu and then whispered: "The foundation is quite deep. Before he came here, he was an independent chef in a small restaurant. Lao Gu valued him very much. Now he can basically let go, and he let Yao Yihang take charge of it. During the past few times Lao Gu had something to go out, it was Yao Yihang who was responsible for it. It was time to take orders, but there was no delay in the matter, and the customer did not respond to the taste problems."

Even the customers can't find fault, which only means that Yao Yihang is indeed skilled in cooking.

Zhao Meng and Fu Yu looked at each other and were both silent.

Originally it was just an opportunity to become a regular person, but now the boss has suddenly raised the competitive target by another level.

As the grades rise, the difficulty naturally increases.

When Yao Shi left, Zhao Meng turned to deal with Yu and said, "It's okay, just treat it as exercise. If it really doesn't work, just follow me to the music restaurant. It won't take three years. I promise to recommend you to be the chef."

Fu Yu nodded, feeling very moved. It was already very interesting that Zhao Meng could say what he said today.

After dinner, the two returned to the stove and continued to study.

The orderer handed over the order.

Zhao Meng took it into his hand, took a look, and was very happy.

Then he shouted to Gu Yunwu with a loud voice: "Lao Gu, this order is all fried, I'll take it!"

Gu Yunwu smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take the next order."

Zhao Meng posted the ordering order on the kitchen wall, turned to deal with Yu and said, "See? The seven dishes are all spicy crayfish. This is a pleasure to talk about."

Qianlima’s spicy crayfish is also a special dish.

The finished product is famous for its bright red color, spicy taste and fresh fragrance.

Because spicy crayfish is a classic snack on street stalls, Qianlima has been carefully researching this dish for several years in order to make its own specialty.

In addition to ensuring the freshness of crayfish and the meat is fat and tender, even the seasonings for cooking are of quality and quantity, and are free and honest.

Moreover, when handling crayfish, it is even more clean. Not only does it remove the shrimp thread, but it also carefully wipes the shrimp feet with a toothbrush.

Because of the good quality, the live shrimps are guaranteed to be made in real time, so over time, Qianlima has really made its own reputation.

Whenever customers come to the store to eat lobster, they can even suck the shrimp head juice and taste the purest delicious taste as long as they want.

After serving a bowl of clean crayfish, Zhao Meng picked up the fried spoon and started cooking.

"Look carefully, how much oil is added...just 30% mature, then add dried peppers and peppers... These are all proportional. You must be unskilled now. After a long time, you can be like me, just reach out and know how much you should catch..."

Fu Yu nodded against his will when he thought of the green line full of plates.
Chapter completed!