My Phone Connected to The Immortal Realm

Little five's words made the cook completely angry. He ran out directly and sat at the door with a cigarette. The waiter hurried out, and the two whispered for most of the day. The waiter ran back and said with a smile, "Sir, otherwise you'll have dinner here for the time being. When the private room on the second floor is free, I'll take you up."

"Oh?" Xiao Wu's expression became more dignified. He saw that the customers sitting in other positions were paying attention to themselves, and seemed to be very interested in the next things.

He looked at his mother, turned up his mouth slightly, waved his hand to the waiter and asked how many people ate in the restaurant.

When he heard that there were about a dozen tables, he got up and said in a loose voice, "today everyone's accounts are on my head. You can eat and drink."

After listening to the service, his expression was a little different. He carefully asked, "what you said is that all the people here eat today?"

"Yes, in addition to the cook at the door, you should call your boss as soon as possible and ask him to find a cook temporarily. You should be cleaner and the salary is mine."

The cook at the door threw away the cigarette butts in his hand, twisted his fat belly and stood in front of Xiao Wu angrily.

"Are you here to find fault?"

When little five Niang heard this, her face showed a dissatisfied color: "his mother is me. I just came to find fault. What's the matter? Don't look at your level as a cook. A good chef doesn't do it. He comes here to pack garlic."

The whole audience was stunned by Xiao Wuniang's words. Looking at the middle-aged woman in front of us, she really had some courage that ordinary people didn't have.

The waiter wanted to say something nice, but at this time, a man with gold wire glasses came down from upstairs, holding a telephone in his hand, and walked lightly to Xiao Wu Niang.

"Elder sister, I'm afraid you've gone a little too far. The chef has nothing else wrong, but his mouth stinks. In fact, his cooking is still delicious. Most of the people who come to us are repeat customers. If you don't believe it, you can ask the guests who are cooking."

Little five looked at the visitor carefully and said, "are you the boss here?"

"I'm the manager here. The boss can't be seen by anyone. But just now I heard you say you want to invite the guests to dinner. I thank you for them, but the turnover this night will exceed 20000 yuan..."

Little five understood when he heard this. It turned out that these people are all cynical. Since everyone is serious, there is no need to be polite to him.

Thinking of this, Xiao Wu directly rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands with disinfectant, turned back and said to the manager, "let's see what real private dishes are. I'll come and help."

Before Xiao Wu was ready to start, he saw that Xiao Wu Niang had already washed her hands, got into the kitchen, picked up the menu in her hand and began cooking.

The Kitchen helpers were also silly. They didn't know whether they should help or not. They looked at the manager foolishly and didn't know what to do.

Little five Niang's hot temper rolled up like a surging river, and she scared little five: "take them out and see your mother's craft. You haven't cooked a good meal for many years."

During the conversation, the people in the kitchen ran out, some to watch the excitement, some to the wall. When they didn't know what to do, someone carried the black pot, and they followed out.

For the first time, Xiao Wu saw his mother so hot that he was like a machine in the kitchen alone. The kitchen knife flew up and down in his hand, and the dishes in the pool were cleaned. There were 36 dishes on all the menus, excluding five or six duplicate dishes.

On average, it takes only about ten minutes for each dish from preparing ingredients to serving dishes. In addition, it takes only half an hour for multiple stoves to catch fire together. Moreover, the style of each dish can be called a professional grade.

Xiao Wu looked a little confused. He never knew that his mother's craftsmanship was so exquisite. He grabbed a dish and tasted it simply. There was a feeling that people could float into the fairy.

"Mom, when did you have such a good skill?"

"Hum, I didn't have you when I cooked. That's how your father was conquered by me." When Xiao Wu Niang said this word, she suddenly deliberately avoided it and felt that she should have said something wrong.

She beat a few more eggs, cut cucumbers, fried a plate of cucumbers and eggs, and handed them to Xiao Wu.

The whole audience, including the chef at the door, were all silly. They didn't know what the woman they saw was. After tasting the dishes, they all stretched out thumb and kept praising.

The chef doesn't believe his eyes a bit. He's not looking for trouble. It's obvious that he wants to drive himself out of work. In his professional business, he cooks better than himself, faster than himself, and better than himself.

As a cook, he could not be flustered. He was not reconciled. He picked up chopsticks and sang cucumber and eggs. A slight cold sweat came out on his forehead. The proud look at the beginning disappeared cleanly.

The manager said that he pushed his glasses and coughed: "elder sister, you are not the cook of our shop, so your dishes can't count. Those dishes can only be used as the dishes ordered by your mother."

When Xiao Wu heard this, he wanted to tear the manager's mouth open and talk nonsense there. His face was low. He directly took out the phone and called LV Tiejun to ask who the owner of the private restaurant was.

He said to the manager, "what you just said counts?"

"Of course, I'm the manager here. I can only say that your behavior is deliberately provocative, so we don't welcome you here."

Little five smiled and said, "you said my mother is not a chef in the hotel. What she does doesn't count, right?"

"Of course!"

"OK, I'll take the restaurant now. Then we're even people here, aren't we?"

When the manager heard this, he looked up and laughed: "brother, you're kidding. With your dress, it's estimated that I can't afford the dishes tonight."

Just as they were talking, two people, a man and a woman, hurried in from outside the restaurant. When they saw Xiao Wu, they immediately laughed.

The middle-aged man reached out and shook hands with Xiao Wu: "Mr. Yu, I'm really sorry that we're late. The private rooms upstairs are ready. Why don't you go upstairs?"

"Oh, I wanted to go up. Your manager and cook won't let me go."

Then Xiao Wu said all the things that had just happened in front of the visitor. He burst into a cold sweat on his forehead and apologized again and again.