gourmet food

Chapter 10 Beautiful Misunderstanding

The chef outside the door has already determined that what is happening in the private room must be worse than he imagined. What should he do?

It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. It's too hard for me...

The main reason is that time is too tight. If I had an hour, I could call and come from another hotel, but it is already urgent. No, it is burning to my butt.

It's so hard for me...

No, you have to quickly discuss with the guests whether you can change two dishes, and you must use your full strength to cook them.

No, it takes twelve points of skill.

With great anxiety and grief, the head chef pushed open the door of the private room and walked in...

As soon as I saw it, I saw the guest and Manager Ma standing there talking, and Manager Ma was smiling and nodding to please...

I know the man standing there, he is the president of the Hotel Association, and he even talked to me when he participated in the competition last year.

It's such a shame that I've made such a big mistake, and it's spread that I don't want to lose my old face anymore.

Thinking of this, the chef's heartbeat couldn't help but start to accelerate, and he felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his head.

The speed of thinking in the brain began to slow down sharply, and in the end there was only one thought left.

What else can you do? Just apologize and admit your mistake.

It's so hard for me...!

"Um, right? I'm sorry." The head chef said while bowing twice, and then said: "I'm a little unwell today. The next two dishes were substandard and made everyone laugh. I'll make two more for you. Our specialty dishes will definitely satisfy and satisfy everyone.”

After finishing speaking, the chef breathed a long sigh of relief and waited for the verdict.

Seeing the door being opened, everyone focused their attention.

Hearing what the chef said, everyone in the private room was stunned!

The room that was so lively just now suddenly became quiet.
What's happening here?
Is this the chef who cooks today?
Are the last two dishes today subpar?

Or did you do it when you were feeling unwell?
Is this here to take credit or to slap you in the face?

You're not here to look familiar, are you? !
Brother, you cook well, but these words sound a bit too pretentious!

For a while, everyone didn't realize it. The first instinct should be that if the chef's body is normal today, how can the dishes be cooked better? !
The atmosphere at the scene was a bit awkward and deserted. Looking at the chef's expression that was about to contain internal injuries, no one knew how to answer the question.

Manager Ma was very happy when he saw the chef entering the private room. It was really a coincidence. If he said Cao Cao, Cao Cao would arrive.

I thought I would have the opportunity to give the chef some detailed instructions about the next birthday banquet in front of the guests, so that the guests would know how much I value it.

But who would have thought that what the chef said when he came in made him confused. What did he mean?

Manager Ma saw everyone's stunned expressions and the awkward atmosphere in the room one by one. No matter what the chef meant, resolving the embarrassment was the most important thing.

Manager Ma is worthy of being a professional manager and has rich experience in handling emergencies. He quickly walked to the chef and patted his shoulder with his hand, squeezed it a little harder and signaled him to stop talking.

He laughed and said: "Let me introduce to you, this is the chef of our hotel. He usually likes to joke like this. Just kidding, please don't mind."

President Xiong also reacted and followed Manager Ma's words: "Hey, our chef's style is a bit special. It seems that people who are good at cooking have different preferences."

Everyone in the room laughed when they heard President Xiong's joke.

what's the situation?Looking at everyone's reactions and the atmosphere at the scene, the chef himself began to feel confused.

No, there is something wrong with this plot.

Is the reality too cruel or the plot changes too quickly?

Or has the director changed?
The scenario the chef imagined was that after he apologized, the guests would criticize him severely, and then the manager would come out to smooth things over, and then he would go back and cook two of his signature dishes.

In the end, the guests and hosts had a great time, and everyone ended in peace.

This is the correct plot, why don't you follow the routine?

The change in style of painting left the chef somewhat confused.

Just when the chef was still struggling with who should be the director and the script, President Xiong made some gestures and everyone was ready to leave.

While everyone was packing up, Qin Yaxuan liked the crane more and more, so she gently picked it up and put it into a pocket she brought, ready to take it back and appreciate it again.

"President Xiong, let me see you off." When Manager Ma saw everyone preparing to leave, he quickly opened the door to the private room and guided the guests there.

After all the guests had left, the chef woke up from his confusion.

After struggling for a long time, I still couldn’t figure out what was going on. I could only sigh in my heart, it’s so difficult for me...!

After the guests had left, Xiao Liu called two people over to help tidy up and clean the private room. At this moment, the three of them were putting the cups and bowls on the table into the cart.

"Wait, don't move, don't move!"

The chef who came back to his senses shouted loudly when he saw this scene.

"What's the matter, chef?" Xiao Liu stopped what he was doing and turned around to ask.

The head chef didn't reply. He quickly came to the table and quickly scanned the dishes on the table.

Most of the dishes on the table have been eaten, with only some scraps and skeletons left on the plate.

The chef was not interested in any of these things. He looked carefully again, but still didn't see what he was looking for.

Only the smooth and clean plate in the middle puzzled him.

After thinking about it carefully, I went through the dishes I had cooked in my mind. Almost all of them contained soup. Even the cold dishes had some soup ingredients in them. They couldn't be so clean.

In this way, this dish is Shoubinan Mountain.

What about the decorative ornaments in the middle?Was it eaten by a guest?

But it's impossible to think about it. Could it be that he didn't even make any decorations and just went to Shoudao.

Damn it, the chef’s heart almost breaks when he thinks of this possibility...

Well, even if he didn't make the decorations, Shoudao should have made them. If the work was too bad, the manager would be there to check it, and he would definitely not put it on the table.

This is not what worries the most. What worries the chef the most is Wensi Tofu.

That kid doesn't cut the tofu into pieces, does it? Or does it break it into a pile?
The head chef recalled that he had seen Chu Yunfeng cut tofu. The knife skills were simply terrible, and he did not mention him. Seeing that he had practiced it many times to no avail, and in the end he never saw him practice it. I gave up.

Hurry up and look for it to see how that guy made this dish.

The head chef looked back and forth between the tables several times. Except for the dish he guessed in the middle, he made the rest by himself. Where are the dishes?

Didn't do it?This is impossible?
Judging from the situation just now, the guest was still satisfied. Could it be that he served it in separate bowls?

As soon as he thought of this, the chef immediately checked.

Sure enough, there was a beautiful soup bowl in front of each guest, and there was a spoon in the bowl.

Huh, the head chef snorted in his heart and quickly checked the situation in the bowl.

Your sister, what's the situation!
The head chef checked all 9 bowls in succession and found that they were empty. Only 2-3 bowls still had a little bit of soup left in them.

I picked it up and smelled it, and I smelled the smell of ham, mushrooms and broth. Judging from the thickness of the soup, I was sure it was Wensi tofu.

Xiao Liu and the other three looked stupidly at the chef rummaging around on the table and smelling it. Although they were confused, they didn't dare to ask why. They all knew that the chef didn't have a very good temper.

"Xiao Liu, come with me, and you two can continue cleaning."

After giving some instructions, the head chef took Xiao Liu to the door of the private room.

(End of this chapter)