v2 Chapter 235： So big 1 pot

In the back kitchen, a "drip" on the wall hanging on the wall sounded, indicating that some guests were ordering food.

Jiang Sanitary has been following Jiang Weiming. Now Jiang Weiming pays attention to the cannonball, he goes to the chopping board and cuts the vegetables. He is closest to the flat plate, squinting and squinting.

"Ordered a large portion of eight-treasure porridge at table 3 in area c." Jiang hygienic shouted.

"3 tables? Which table is 3?" Jiang Weiguo raised his head cautiously and waved at Luo Yu, who was being scolded because he dropped the plate while handing the dishes, and signaled that he should go to work and wait for a while. curse.

Luo Yu went back to Hetai with a shameless face, and asked Han Yigu: "How much is it to drop a plate?"

"A 30." Han didn't look up and continued to work.

"Three tables are my master's table." The seats of guests in Area C are all arranged by Zhang Guanghang, who knows best. "It should be that my master can't eat any dishes and wants to drink porridge.

Immediately after the speech, Ji Yue came to the door of the back kitchen and caught a cold dish chef and said, "The eight-treasure porridge at table 3 in area c is Xu Cheng. It should be for the old gentleman at the table. Please tell them . "

The cold dish chef trot past the words of Jiyue intact.

"Han Yigu, you go to make porridge." Jiang Weiguo ordered.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Feng said suddenly, "The eight bao porridge I cooked today is a bit light. The previous porridge is too monotonous. I will make another chicken and chicken and deliver it together."

The ingredients are ready-made, and the marinated ones have already been marinated. It takes less than a few minutes to make a dish of chicken.

Jiang Feng felt that Xia Muyi would probably like this dish.

Jiang Weiguo didn't say anything, it was the default.

"My master doesn't like to eat chicken with vegetables." Zhang Guanghang reminded him kindly. "He never eats this dish, and some customers wouldn't order it if he wanted to."

"Don't worry about it. I just learned this dish recently. Would you like to wait--I'll teach you how to make it?" Jiang Feng suddenly remembered the special effects of chicken wrapped in vegetables and turned in time.

If Zhang Guanghang really likes those who like it, or the one that is hard to open, the buff will add his mind and confession, and he will definitely take off the order in minutes according to his appearance and family cooking. At that time, Ji Yue would not be so distraught that she could not go to work. Taifeng Building would lose an excellent lobby foreman on the first day of opening.

"Ah?" Zhang Guanghang was stunned, but Jiang Feng's brain circuit was so clear, he refused on the spot, "No, I will make this dish."

After the cabbage leaves are over water, wrap the marinated chicken fillet in it, hang the egg white paste and fry it in the pan, remove it, fire, re-fry, and pan out.

As Sang Ming set the plate for Jiang Jiankang's sweet and sour carp, he whispered to Han Yigu next to him: "This dish is easy. I think I can also learn it. I fried the crispy meat well. I fried the crispy meat. "

Han Yigu has seen the world after staying in Peiping for a few years, explaining: "This is a home-style side dish here, and many people will make it, just like the crispy meat you have there."

"You're wrong, my sister won't fry the crispy meat, she will eat it. When I fry in the kitchen, she only knows that she will eat chopsticks next to it, and she wo n’t even wrap the flour. Hey, you talk about me Sister, she doesn't look good, and ... "Sang Ming can say anything about his sister. In just a few days, Sang Ming's magical sister who is rumored to be in high school is not good-looking. There is also a great image of acne, fat, hands and feet that are not numb and not working.

Just ask the back chef and ask, if there is any impact on Sang Ming, it may not be able to respond for a while, and what impressions his sister has on everyone can answer.

The words can be said exactly the same.

"Sang Ming, set the plate." Jiang Feng said.

"Good." Sang Ming finally let go of his sister.

Three vegetables wrapped chicken, Sang Ming incorporated the design concept of the three cakes when placing the plate, placed it in a row diagonally, wiped and sketched the soup at the bottom of the plate, and added a little practical point. Ma Lidi delivered the chicken with chicken and Babao porridge to the vegetable transfer window.

Porridge is a cauldron, a cauldron familiar to the judges of the Good Taste Cooking Contest, a cauldron with Jiang characteristics, and a cauldron that trembles young waiters who have not seen the world before.

"Sister Fang, that pot of porridge, I ... I can't handle it." The young and beautiful waiter could only go to Fang Mei for help.

Fang Mei was walking back and forth in the lobby to see if anyone had made a mistake. Listening to her, her frown frowned: "Can't move? Why can't it move?"

"I can't handle it. That pot of porridge is too ... too heavy." The young and beautiful waiter was crying. "They are all on the second floor, Brother Zhao. I'm afraid I'm here to find you."

Fang Mei felt that the little girl's body was really weak. Everyone was engaged in manual labor. They couldn't even handle the porridge. "I'll go and see. You should also pay attention to the strength of your hands. Otherwise, The dishes are not stable at the time. "

Then Fang Mei saw the porridge at the pass-through window.

Fang Mei began to doubt life.

Fang Mei stepped forward, sulking Dantian, lowering her center of gravity, exerting her arms, and the porridge was steadily raised, but she quickly put the porridge down.

She can handle it, but not necessarily, she won't try things easily.

"Go and find a guy on the second floor." Fang Mei said to the young and beautiful waiter.

Before waiting for the young and beautiful waiter to go upstairs, Jiyue saw that both of them wandered in the Sichuan cuisine window for a long time and came to see, and they saw the two face to face with a familiar model of porridge ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Sister, what's wrong with the dish? Ji Yue asked, "Isn't this the porridge in C area?" I remember ordering an extra large portion of Babao Porridge in Area C. "

"The porridge is a bit heavy. I'm afraid it will be unstable. I asked Xiaoling to go upstairs and ask a boy to take it." Fang Mei said.

"I do n’t have to worry so much. I ’ll just take it. Xiaoling, take this dish with chicken." Ji Yue smiled, easily raised the eight-treasure porridge, and walked.

Fang Mei :? ? ?

Xiaoling :! !! !!

Xiaoling looked at Ji Yue with a look of admiration, and gave a tender voice to her fellow fellow in her heart. The guy has been secretly speaking about Ji Yue in the past few days. He said that Ji Yue was proud and looked down on people for a while. Those who graduated from prestigious universities looked down on people. They were not waiters like them, and they said Ji Yue again. There is no reason to be a foreman, as if Ji Yue could not be a foreman.

When she was working, she knew she was lazy, and Xiao Ling saw it several times. Fang Mei repeatedly emphasized that he must introduce the ordering system in detail before giving guests a tablet. Everyone keeps in mind that only Qirou's fellow villagers cut corners and sometimes don't even say anything. Whenever there is a chance, find a corner to be lazy. He also laughed at others for working honestly without adding money.

Xiaoling sneered in her heart, that fool really treats being a fool and she is a smart person. She can survive the probation period without being fired. She reads her name upside down!

"Hello, chicken with vegetables, please use slowly. This is an extra large portion of Babao porridge." Lin Ling smiled.

No one responded, so people focused on the eight treasures that Jiyue had just put on the table.

Everyone came up with the same idea.

What a big pot!

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