Food Circle Plug-in Emperor

  Chapter 16 You can't ruin your reputation by smashing anything

   Zhao Meng has been a chef for more than 20 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.

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

   Allowing customers to experience a sense of blissful satiety 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 he realized that he accidentally triggered Zhao Meng's side mission.

   Hastily 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 are here to eat, not to find fault. What they want is an attitude.

  Zhao Meng's attitude is in place, and the customer is 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."

   What the customer said was no different from slapping Zhao Meng's face.

   What chefs can't stand the most is customers' denial of their 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 table, so it's a compensation for you. You must give me this opportunity to make up for it."

  When the customer heard it, he felt embarrassed, and waved his hand: "No, it's not enough!"

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

  Finally, Zhao Meng took a bottle of red wine with a purchase price of 500 and a price of 1,500 from the store at his own expense, and sent it to private room 302.

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.

  Yesterday afternoon, his newly marinated lemon chicken feet were placed in glass jars on the shelf.

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

   His complexion immediately turned black.

  The taste is really bad.

how can that be possible!

  He has been cooking this dish for more than 20 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 all 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 could the acidity be poor?

   Zhao Meng recalled carefully, the lemon is indeed fresh.

   Then there is vinegar.

vinegar!

   Zhao Menghu stared.

   Quickly went out from the storage room and 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?"

   "Huh?" Sun Qingning was taken aback, and answered 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 tremblingly pointed to one of the bottles.

   Fu Yu knew something bad when he saw it.

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

  For this brand of vinegar, the packaging of vinegar with a degree of 9 is the same as that of a vinegar with a degree of 5, except for the degree, and there is no particularly obvious indication.

  When Fu Yu usually distinguishes, it is because he uses it frequently, so he knows which bottle has more left, and quickly distinguishes it 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 ordered Sun Qingning to take vinegar.

  Because of nervousness and repeated failure to keep up with Zhao Meng's rhythm, Sun Qingning's mind was swollen when he was trained.

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

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

  But the chef is the leader, he has been bloodletted, and the 500 yuan has been lost, and his most cherished reputation has been damaged.

   So Sun Qingning was scolded bloody.

   Zhao Meng scolded everyone 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 approached awkwardly, because he was nervous, he squeezed the phone tightly, took a deep breath, and then 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 a moment of negligence 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 dares to expect to become a regular indicator.

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

   "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, but he didn't dare to stay any longer.

  Fu Yu came back from the warehouse to get the chicken feet, and saw Sun Qingning leaving 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?"

   Zhao Meng saw that he had brought back the ingredients, and waved his hand: "Okay, let's go eat."

  Fu Yu didn't leave, he 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.

   Marinate the processed chicken feet at the end.

  It was business as usual throughout the afternoon.

  After getting off work at night, 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 takeaway 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: "Chu Zhao, you are too responsible."

  Obviously they have already paid for the wine, but they even came here to deliver a gift.

   In this way, not only will customers not care about this matter, but they will probably think that Zhao Meng is a good person, and they will have a better impression of him.

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

   Fu Yu nodded.

   I think this is very reasonable.

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

  Fortunately, they are all regular customers in the store, and they have a phone number to order food, and Zhao Meng's contact was smooth.

   Delivered to 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 regressed and they don't come in the future, that is the real loss."

  Fu Yu learned a little more experience.

  He was about to nod when 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, mission experience: +10]

  The next second, the phone vibrated.

  (end of this chapter)