Food circle plug-in emperor

Chapter 16 Smashing Nothing Can't Smash Your Fame
Zhao Meng has been a chef for more than [-] years and has encountered all kinds of situations.

But it is precisely because of this that he cherishes his hard-won reputation even more.

Every customer who recognizes his culinary skills is what he wants to keep even more.

After all, for him now, he has money and a stable job.

Allowing customers to experience a sense of happiness and fullness has gradually become the only pursuit.

Seeing Zhao Meng's face change after he tasted it, Fu Yu was concerned, but didn't notice the [? 】

Fu Yu asked in a low voice: "Chef Zhao, is there really something wrong with the taste?"

Zhao Meng put down his chopsticks, glanced sideways at him, and nodded: "Well, it's almost acidic."

【Ding! NPC Chef Zhao Meng's mission: to assist in solving the matter in front of him, and remake an authentic lemon chicken feet.Task completion reward: RMB 200, personal skill: salting experience +10, task experience: +10]

【Accept the task or not】

Fu Yu was stunned for a moment before realizing that he accidentally triggered Zhao Meng's side mission.

Hurry up and choose to accept.

Zhao Meng's back molars grated the chicken bone hard and swallowed it directly. He apologized to the diners in regret and annoyance: "I'm sorry, it's my negligence. The acidity of this dish is indeed not enough. This matter is my responsibility. You guys apologize."

Customers come to eat, not to find fault, what they want is an attitude.

Zhao Meng's attitude was in place, and the customer was naturally relieved.

"I specially invited friends over for dinner today. I wanted to try this chicken feet dish. I was somewhat disappointed. But, forget it, people, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes. It is just a dish. Just pay attention next time."

The customer's words are no different from slapping Zhao Meng's face.

The most unbearable thing for a chef is the customer's negation of his cooking skills.

Zhao Meng took a deep breath and smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, so how about it, I invited you for today's dish, so it's a compensation for you, you must give me this opportunity to make up for it."

When the customer heard this, he felt embarrassed and waved his hand: "No, it won't happen!"

Zhao Meng repeatedly expressed that he wanted to waive the order, but the customers refused.

In the end, Zhao Meng took a bottle of red wine with a purchase price of 302 and a price of [-] from the store at his own expense, and sent it to private room [-].

The customer really felt satisfied this time, and said with a smile: "Look at you, it's a waste of money, really. Chef Zhao, don't worry, I will come over for dinner in the future. I will definitely not take this trivial matter to heart. Let's This time it’s time to make friends.”

Zhao Meng breathed a sigh of relief.

After saying some more polite words, he turned and went back to the back kitchen.

The atmosphere in the back kitchen also froze because of Zhao Meng's gloomy expression.

Zhao Meng went straight to the storage room.

His freshly marinated lemon chicken feet were on the shelf in glass jars yesterday afternoon.

Zhao Meng opened the lid, reached out and took out a piece of chicken feet, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

His face immediately darkened into the bottom of the pot.

The taste is really bad.

how can that be possible!
He has been making this dish for more than [-] years, and there has never been a mistake.

Because this dish is not like stir-frying or stewing, there are restrictions on the control of heat and time.

The ingredients of lemon chicken feet are accurate to a few grams and a few taels. As long as you follow the recipe, even a layman can make the same taste.

How can the acidity be poor?
Zhao Meng recalled carefully, the lemon was indeed fresh.

And then there's the vinegar.

vinegar! ! !
Zhao Menghu stared.

Going out of the storage room quickly, shouted: "Sun Qingning!!"

Seeing this posture, Sun Qingning was startled, trotted over quickly, and asked anxiously: "Chef Zhao, what's wrong?"

Zhao Meng asked: "When I made lemon chicken feet yesterday, how much vinegar did you pass me?"

"Ah?" Sun Qingning was taken aback, and replied honestly, "That's right, it's 9 degrees of vinegar!"

Zhao Meng turned around and ran to his kitchen counter, turned around and asked, "Which one did you take?"

Sun Qingning pointed at one of the bottles tremblingly.

Fu Yu knew something bad when he saw it.

The bottle that Sun Qingning refers to is vinegar of 5 degrees, and the bottle of vinegar of 9 degrees is next to it.

For this brand of vinegar, the outer packaging of 9-degree vinegar and 5-degree vinegar is the same, the difference is in the degree, and there is no particularly obvious indication.

When Fu Yu usually distinguishes, it is because of frequent use, so he knows which bottle has more left, and quickly distinguishes according to the amount used.

The acetic acidity of 9 degrees is too high, and usually 5 degrees of vinegar is used for cooking.

But because Fu Yu was not there yesterday, Zhao Meng told Sun Qingning to get jealous.

Because Sun Qingning was nervous and couldn't keep up with Zhao Meng's rhythm repeatedly, his mind was swollen when he was trained. At that time, he didn't distinguish carefully, so he handed Zhao Meng the 5-degree vinegar.

And because Zhao Meng had too much confidence in himself, he didn't try the taste at all when making the marinade, and just sealed it.

When it comes to this matter, both of them are at fault.

But the chef is the leader, he has already had bloodletting, and the 500 yuan was lost, and his most cherished reputation was damaged.

So Sun Qingning was scolded bloody.

Zhao Meng finished scolding and continued to work.

Finally passed the busiest meal time.

The people in the back kitchen have all gone to eat.

Zhao Meng didn't go, he was going to make another lemon chicken feet.

Sun Qingning came over awkwardly, because he was nervous, he squeezed the phone tightly, took a deep breath, and said: "Chef Zhao, I, I just transferred you 500 yuan, I'll pay for the drink."

After Sun Qingning finished speaking, he closed his mouth.

He was afraid that Zhao Meng would curse again.

I was even more afraid that Zhao Meng would not accept the money.

He really didn't expect that because of a momentary negligence, it would cause today's consequences.

In their restaurant, at least since he applied for the job, there has never been a customer asking the chef to argue about the taste.

Right now, he no longer dared to expect to become a regular indicator.

Because of today's incident, whether he can continue to work here in the future is a question.

"Forget it, take today's matter as a lesson for you, and be more careful in doing things in the future."

Zhao Meng waved his hands impatiently: "Go and eat."

Sun Qingning's heart skipped a beat, looking at Zhao Meng's gloomy face, he hesitated for a while, and finally didn't dare to stay any longer.

When Fu Yu got the chicken feet from the storeroom and came back, he saw Sun Qingning leave from the back kitchen with a sad look on his face.

Zhao Meng is soaking sliced ​​ginger and peppercorns in boiling water.

Fu Yu leaned over and asked with concern: "Chef Zhao, are you still angry?"

Seeing that he had brought back the ingredients, Zhao Meng waved his hand: "Okay, you can go eat."

Fu Yu didn't leave, took the chicken feet over to clean them, and then quickly began to remove the nails one by one.

Zhao Meng kicked him out twice, but he didn't succeed, so forget it.

Fu Yu brought over the processed chicken feet.

Zhao Meng glanced at it, sighed, and said nothing after that.

The processed chicken feet are finally marinated.

All afternoon, it was business as usual.

After get off work in the evening, Zhao Meng suddenly called Fu Yu and asked him to divide the can of pickled lemon chicken feet into four small cans and pack them in the paper bags used for take-out in the store.

In addition, each paper pocket also contains two cans of special dishes in the store.

Fu Yu was quite puzzled at the time, not knowing what Zhao Meng was going to do.

After driving to the place, accompany Zhao Meng to the customer's house, even apologize and give gifts, and follow a set of procedures.

Fu Yu sighed in admiration: "Chef Zhao, you are too responsible."

He obviously paid for the wine, but he even came here to deliver a gift.

In this way, not only would the customer not care about this matter, but they might also think that Zhao Meng is a good person, and have a better impression of him.

But Zhao Meng said: "For us cooks, the only thing that customers recognize is this cooking skill. No matter what we do, we can't ruin our reputation."

Fu Yu nodded.

I think this is very reasonable.

Fu Yu followed Zhao Meng to the homes of three customers.

Fortunately, they were all regular customers in the store, and they had phone calls for ordering food, so it was smooth when Zhao Meng contacted them.

Delivered the last one.

On the way back, Zhao Meng breathed a long sigh of relief, and said earnestly: "These three customers also ordered this dish in the morning. Although they didn't come to us, we can't take chances just because the customers are generous."

"The things you send out now will be rewarded in the future. If customers feel that the chef's skills in the store have deteriorated and they don't come in the future, that is the real loss."

Fu Yu learned another lesson.

Just as he was about to nod, an electronic sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

【Ding! NPC Chef Zhao Meng's task: to assist in solving the matter in front of him, and to redo an authentic taste of lemon chicken feet, which has been successfully completed.Reward: RMB 200, personal skill: salting experience +10, task experience: +10]

The next second, the phone vibrated.

(End of this chapter)