Food Customizer

Feng Yaoyang was very disdainful and depressed when he saw Lao Wu's appearance, "Don't I know my own stomach? It's just right to have a bowl of vermicelli soup."

It is hard to imagine that a Hong Kong businessman would say something like "liu luo seam".

Since the guests were so insistent, Su Chen had no choice but to agree. They were the ones spending the money, and he had prepared all the ingredients in advance. It didn't take much effort to make a vermicelli soup.

There’s actually nothing magical about duck blood vermicelli soup.

While studying in the practice room, Su Chen had an idea.

If we really open a snack shop on the first floor in the future, this duck blood vermicelli soup will probably not be sold in the snack shop.

The reason is simple: no matter what Su Chen does, he can only reach level B in the end, which is a bit outrageous.

Later, Su Chen roughly found the answer in the New Reward General History of World Food.

Although this dish is indeed a famous dish in Jinling, it has even been circulated for a long time. In many TV series, even Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, loved this duck blood vermicelli soup.

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And Su Chen is also very disciplined in production.

The duck is cooked using the method of making salted duck in Jinling cuisine, and then the duck soup is used to make powder soup.

Add duck blood, duck liver, duck intestines and duck gizzards.

When making it for the first time, this dish did reach Grade A, and Su Chen did not add vermicelli as an ingredient when making it for the first time.

It’s pure duck blood soup!

Among them, duck blood is tender and smooth, duck gizzards are pliable, duck intestines are smooth, duck liver is soft, and duck soup is fresh. It is indeed a rare delicacy.

But when Su Chen returned to reality to produce, a problem arose

Even Fang's Meat Industry can only provide the various ingredients Su Chen needs by category, but cannot provide a freshly killed duck.

When Su Chen used various freshly bought ingredients to make this duck blood vermicelli soup, he found that both the taste and texture were greatly compromised.

Therefore, if duck blood soup wants to reach Grade A, it needs to be freshly killed, freshly cooked, and freshly made.

Especially for duck blood, only freshly killed duck blood can achieve that tender taste and delicious flavor.

"Boss Feng, the duck you are eating now was hard-earned."

After all, the customer spent 100,000 yuan to customize it, so it should be killed immediately.

So three hours ago, before the third floor was open for business, Su Chen used his precise knife skills to cook a duck in this kitchen.

Then use the method of making salted duck, and cook the whole duck freshly.

After the duck blood solidified, the bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup that Su Chen was making was now available.

The fans use Longkou vermicelli, which is very common on the market.

When a bowl of vermicelli soup was brought to the window, Su Chen said to Feng Yaoyang seriously, "Mr. Feng, you must eat this duck blood vermicelli slowly and savor it carefully."

"Why?" After Feng Yaoyang said that, he felt something was wrong, "I always eat carefully and slowly!"

Well, if that's the case, Su Chen nodded, then he was relieved.

Because aside from this meal, it is estimated that Mr. Feng will want to eat duck blood vermicelli soup that can reach A level in the future, unless he comes to him with a live duck.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible!

Feng Yaoyang didn't know what Su Chen meant, but he just thought that he had eaten too much just now, so it was just a friendly reminder from Su Chen.

Returning to the table with the duck blood vermicelli soup, Feng Yaoyang was very satisfied with the quality of the bowl of vermicelli soup as someone who grew up in Xiangjiang.

The soup base is slightly yellow and has a very mellow feeling.

The duck blood clots will tremble when you pull them out with a spoon, which is enough to show that the duck blood is absolutely fresh and tender.

"Perhaps this is the blood of freshly killed ducks."

The spoon scooped up a little duck blood and duck soup, and Feng Yaoyang put it into his mouth naturally.

fresh!

fragrant!

alcohol!

This is the first feeling when entering the mouth, and when the mouth is lightly pursed, the trembling duck blood does not need to be used at all, it is just a sip.

It immediately melted in your mouth.

Accompanying it is the delicious aroma of the salted duck itself.

"Okay, this thing doesn't occupy your stomach, it's just a bowl of soup." Feng Yaoyang quickly found a suitable reason for himself.

"When you go out and pee later, there will be nothing left."

Bah, bah, bah~

Spoon after spoon, not only the various textures and flavors of the duck's internal organs are available, especially when put into the mouth with vermicelli.

The vermicelli itself absorbs water. After being cooked, the vermicelli absorbs all the soup in the bowl, giving it a very chewy texture.

"I'm Cio!"

This small bowl of noodle soup can actually bring such rich texture and flavor.

Is this the legendary duck blood vermicelli soup?

The bowl was really not that much, so Feng Yaoyang just took a few sips with a spoon, and then after finishing the vermicelli, he directly picked up the bowl and poured it in.

The ingredients in the bowl don't need to be chewed too much at all, it looks like he just poured the ingredients down with the soup.

I completely forgot Su Chen’s previous advice: You’d better eat slowly and savor it carefully.

After finishing a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, Feng Yaoyang held the empty bowl and asked, "Want another bowl?"

Ho!

"boss!"

"Mr. Feng."

Su Chen and A Wu said almost in unison.

Ah Wu is no longer complaining, but is worried, "Boss, you can't eat like this."

"Yes, Mr. Feng, how much have you eaten? Can you have another bowl of vermicelli soup?"

Su Chen also warned.

"How can I not know about my own belly?" Feng Yaoyang looked unconvinced and unwilling to give up, "It's okay, come on, come on, I'll drink the last bowl of vermicelli soup, and I won't come anymore."

Su Chen glanced at Ah Wu and saw that neither of them spoke, so he sighed and turned around to continue making vermicelli soup.

Compared with rice rolls and pork ribs rice cakes, the ingredients of vermicelli soup are basically all cooked.

It doesn’t take much time to make a bowl of vermicelli soup.

Feng Yaoyang happily returned to the table with the noodle soup. This time, his movements were not as fierce as before. When scooping up the duck blood, he first took a deep breath, and then

"Awu?"

"boss?"

The spoon in Feng Yaoyang's hand just paused in the air, "There seems to be something wrong."

"What's wrong, boss?"

Feng Yaoyang's spoon suddenly fell into the bowl, "No, no." He looked around the restaurant. There were many people, and it was almost full. There was also a long queue in front of the window.

That was the mouthful just now. Before Feng Yaoyang could put it into his mouth, he felt a sudden burst of pain in his stomach!

It's the kind of pain that's excruciating!

But this feeling of overeating is different from drinking. It is the feeling of wanting to vomit but not being able to vomit it out!

Feng Yaoyang glanced at the vermicelli soup in front of him and suddenly didn't dare to eat it. He originally wanted to help him find an ambulance.

Because of this painful feeling, big beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

But Feng Yaoyang is more tolerant.

"Help me. Let's go to the parking lot." Feng Yaoyang gritted his teeth, and big beads of sweat flowed down his temples.

Seeing this, Awu also knew that something was wrong.

Quickly holding Feng Yaoyang's arm, "Boss, how do you feel?"

"My stomach hurts a little. Go to the hospital."

Feng Yaoyang was about to stand up when he immediately screamed in pain, "I can't stand it anymore, I suddenly can't move!"

Su Chen also noticed something was wrong here.

"What's going on?" He wiped his hands as he walked with a clean rag. He walked to the table and noticed something was wrong with Feng Yaoyang, "Mr. Feng, what's going on?"

Feng Yaoyang clenched his teeth and pointed at his stomach. He was in so much pain that he could no longer speak.

"Hurry, call an ambulance!" Su Chen pretended to make a call.

But this action was immediately stopped by Feng Yaoyang, "There are so many people."

The number of customers eating on the third floor ranged from 500 to 300.

Being taken away by an ambulance in front of so many people, and then others asked what happened?

Oh, that person was so full that he went to the hospital.

Grandma, Feng Yaoyang must be strong throughout his life and will never allow such a thing to happen to him!

"How long have you been thinking about this?" Su Chen still wanted to call, but Feng Yaoyang actually endured the severe pain in his abdomen and reached out to stop him?

Depend on.

Su Chen will never allow any customer to have problems in his company.

He immediately ran into the kitchen and took out an apron, "Come on, no one in the apron knows you!"

Awu looked at Su Chen in disbelief.

Is this a fucking idea that anyone can come up with?

However, Feng Yaoyang has no ability to move at all now. The sudden pain probably means that his gastrointestinal condition was not very good before, but now he suddenly overeats like this, and the pain is menacing.

Su Chen looked at Feng Yaoyang like this.

He directly wrapped the apron around his head and immediately dialed 120.

He, Mr. Feng, wants to save face, but I, Boss Su, don’t want to lose face, right?

You have found something wrong in my company. Now that the company has so many customers, how can I do business in the future?

The apron that goes up to the head immediately attracts the attention of people around her.

"What's going on? What's going on with that man? Why is he covering his head even though he's eating?"

"Is it possible that you are afraid of being snatched by others when you eat some new dishes? Damn it, are the customers who come here with delicious food too excited?"

"It's scary. Is this what the legend says, eating with your head down?"

"Hey, don't tell me, you are really burying your head, haha! This person is so interesting, I don't know where he came from."

Feng Yaoyang in the apron was sweating profusely because of the pain, and at the same time his face was red because of the sounds around him. He was completely ashamed.

Fortunately, the development zone itself was not very prosperous, and the ambulance was able to get there without any obstructions. In addition, the traffic lights were easy to pass through, so someone came up with a stretcher in just ten minutes.

"Here it is, here it is!" Su Chen waved to the medical staff at the door. At this time, other employees of Delicious Food had also rushed over, and everyone helped Mr. Feng to carry the stretcher.

"Gan, today is so fucking embarrassing!" Feng Yaoyang didn't forget to complain even though he was lying on the stretcher.

"What's going on?" A medical staff member, sweating profusely, asked casually as he looked up.

Understanding the patient's condition is also helpful for providing emergency rescue in the car.

"I ate too much." Su Chen didn't shy away from it. "It should be because I drank soup after eating rice cake."

Su Chen really didn't know whether the rice cake would suddenly grow bigger when it came into contact with the soup. After all, those things were all in his stomach.

Anyway, when I was young, I remember watching a TV show where a big eater competed in eating steamed buns. That means don’t drink water if you eat too many steamed buns!

It's okay if you don't drink water, but if you drink water, you'll be exhausted!

"What the hell? Have you eaten too much?" The medical staff was confused. "How much do you need to eat? How can you still eat like this?"

Feng Yaoyang pressed his belly with one hand, and pressed the apron firmly on his face with the other hand, "Stop talking, you want to lose face!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! We need to induce vomiting. The patient has eaten too much. Please help induce vomiting!" The medical staff's voice became louder.

When a group of people were pushing the stretcher cart towards the elevator, Awu suddenly turned back and ran back, "Wait for me, please wait for me!"

Su Chen and others looked at it, and Ah Wu ran back to their table, taking a sip of the cold vermicelli soup!

He chewed the soup and vermicelli for a few times before swallowing it. He licked his lips and hurried into the elevator, "Fuck, it's so delicious!"

As the elevator door slowly closed.

Su Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the person is taken to the hospital, he should be fine.

"Everyone, let's go. Eat what you need to eat and drink what you need to drink."

Although Su Chen was shouting at the top of his lungs to ask the onlookers to disperse quickly, it seemed strange that so many people were blocking the door.

But obviously, his voice is useless.

"What's wrong? It turns out someone ate too much and ended up in the hospital!"

"Damn it, that person ate too much, wasn't he? He could actually eat himself up and end up in the hospital. This is the first time I've heard of it in my whole life!"

"Speechless. Don't you know what's going on with your stomach? It's ridiculous that you can still eat enough to go to the hospital!"

"Tsk, this delicious food really has this kind of magic power. I almost went to the hospital last month because of it. Now I feel uncomfortable if I don't eat some home-cooked food for a day."

"Then again, what did that guy eat to be able to eat in the hospital? I see that the plate on his table is something I haven't seen on the menu? Who is the boss? What did that guy eat? ah?"

Su Chen's mouth twitched.

Squeeze out from the crowd and stand at your kitchen window.

"I am the boss. The customer just had a customized meal and three snacks from our delicious food. If you are interested, you can look forward to it. We will launch a snack floor in the near future."

Hearing this, the diners screamed happily.

Su Chen was relieved. Although there were still a lot of ingredients in the kitchen, it seemed that it was not the time to continue cooking.

He quickly called Ling Shuyu and the others to maintain order at the scene, and ran to the 19th floor as if he was escaping through the crowd.

Among the crowd, Zhang Yi, who was invited out of the blacklist, clenched his fists tightly.

"If Boss Su really launches a snack floor, he must open a stall in advance!"

A few hours ago, he would have been worried.

Now, seeing someone go to the hospital because of eating the snacks made by Boss Su, Zhang Yi's last worries were swept away.

“These snacks are sure to be a hit!”

Although Zhang Yi looks fat and honest, he actually has a lot of thoughts in his heart. He took out his mobile phone and sent the short video he just shot to his wife.

"Fang Chang and I were eating in the development zone, and one person actually stuffed himself into the hospital because the food was so delicious! Haha, honey, is it fun?"

This pronunciation has no other meaning.

But Zhang Yi was going to give his wife a vaccination first and plant a seed in her heart.

When I really decide to quit my job and start a business here, it will be easier for my wife to accept it.

Zhang Yi is not the only one who does this.

Many diners were recording videos just now.

After all, if that customer fucked himself into the hospital due to food safety issues, and what went wrong then, a video would be good as evidence.

Unexpectedly, it was because of overeating.

The incident suddenly became funny.

"Haha, let me tell you a funny thing. I was eating in the development zone today, and one of my friends was so full that he went straight to the ambulance!"

Such a funny thing, if you post it to your circle of friends, be sure to forward it!

then

"It's so interesting. The food in this company is so delicious that it can actually send people to the hospital!"

A short video appeared in a certain group chat, and then there was a commentary. When more people saw it, it appeared.

"What? The food in this company is so delicious that people are starved to death?"

"Damn it, it's terrible. There is a company in the development zone whose food is so delicious that it eats people to death!"

"Hiss! You can actually stretch yourself to death these days. How fucking delicious is this? I'm going to try it tomorrow. I won't be able to stretch myself to death too, right?"

How quickly do rumors spread?

Two hours later.

Su Chen was sitting in the office, scrolling through his phone, and opened Moments out of boredom.

[Principal of the Three Little Kings in the Urban District]

This was a friend I added when I was preparing to make pre-made dishes. Although the business later went down, the friend was never deleted.

【How terrible! It's the 21st century, but you can still stretch yourself to death while eating? What's so magical about this company's food that it can actually eat people to death? 】

Su Chen clicked on the short video under the copywriting.

It is the video of Mr. Feng being carried on a stretcher just now, and you can clearly hear the medical staff in the video saying: How much do you need to eat? How can you still eat like this?

Don't say it.

If you are not an insider, the video and the copywriting really look like that.

But Su Chen frowned and fell into deep thought.

How did it suddenly become like this, and how fast did it spread?

"Deal with the rumor."

Su Chen sent a message to Ling Shuyu on his mobile phone.

As the second-highest executive of the company, when the meeting last month, Ling Shuyu's salary had increased from 3,000 yuan a month to 12,000 yuan a month.

He is currently the highest-paid employee in the company.

Of course, other people have no objection to this exaggerated increase, after all, what Ling Shuyu did is obvious to everyone.

After sending the message, Su Chen drank a sip of water.

No matter what the outside spreads, he has a clear conscience anyway, and the success of Delicious on the third floor now also proves a truth.

As long as the food is delicious enough, even if the price is a little more expensive, everyone can still accept it.

Although Feng Yaoyang was hospitalized, he was just full, not really dead.

Then the commission of others should continue.

Next, I will continue to make three snacks and prepare for tomorrow's customization.

Su Chen is not worried about this. Before accepting the commission, Su Chen has set a goal for himself. All the commissions for snacks are made according to the A-level standard.

The S-level of pork ribs and rice cakes is purely unexpected.

The B-level of duck blood vermicelli soup is also purely helpless.

In addition to snacks, Su Chen has another thing that he must hurry up to do.

That is Shang Mingke's commission.

Su Chen also thought about this problem in the interval of making snacks.

The client was raised in Guangdong as a child, but later lived abroad for nearly 40 years.

It has to be said that after such a long life, the taste has long changed. Ordinary hometown dishes may hardly awaken the eating habits that have been dormant for many years.

'What about French food? '

At that time, Su Chen considered this issue, especially after participating in the world game with A Bao, he had a new understanding of French food.

Combined with the history of world cuisine, Su Chen believes that he can still make a French meal that satisfies everyone.

But. Whether it can be outstanding, it is not necessarily.

So after thinking about it, Su Chen finally decided that this meal should be mainly Cantonese cuisine, but at the same time, he should refer to the French cuisine.

For example, this customer has lived abroad for so many years, so don't use the shared dining system for him.

A group of people eating a plate of food may be a little unaccustomed to someone who has lived abroad for so many years.

Then use the separate dining system!

At the same time, incorporate the French cuisine.

Su Chen is not in a hurry to make three snacks for tomorrow, but closes his eyes on the recliner and reads the French cuisine chapter in the history of world cuisine.

"French cuisine pays attention to the selection of ingredients and is cautious about using spicy food."

Su Chen saw this paragraph and felt that this is quite similar to Cantonese cuisine.

"In traditional French meals, the dishes are served in thirteen orders, namely: welcome wine, snacks, appetizers, cheese, and main courses."

"Salad, cream sauce, cheese, dessert, coffee, small cookies, toast wine, and bedtime drinks."

So many people sometimes have a doubt when watching French meals on TV: There is only so much food on a plate, can you be full?

That is definitely not possible.

But what if you eat thirteen or fourteen courses in a row?

Normally, you can be full.

So Su Chen prepared to make an authentic Chinese meal according to the customs of French cuisine!

And it is Cantonese cuisine, which is also based on the selection of ingredients!

Among all the Chinese cuisines, there is probably no cuisine that is more suitable for sharing meals than Cantonese cuisine.

"In addition to the selection of ingredients, the use of sauces is also a major feature of French cuisine."

Su Chen still knows this.

During the competition, the contestant from France used a homemade mushroom sauce at that time. Although those children did not pay for it, Su Chen could feel that the mushroom sauce must be delicious based on his imagination.

"That's it!"

Su Chen opened his eyes and closed the history of world cuisine.

"Then I have to study this so-called welcome wine."

The main course cold dish can be played with Cantonese cuisine, but this wine.

A sly smile flashed at the corner of Su Chen's mouth.