The tall and tall temporary worker waiter paused, then walked to Song Yiran's side obviously a little stiffly.
"The fish should be all tails and tails, just spread out on the plate, pour the sauce, and then pour a layer of hot oil in the pan next to it."
Song Yiran demonstrated to him while talking.
This is her home cooking.
Ye Susu likes the taste very much, and today she will help her daughter share a recipe.
"Try it, this way the fish will not dry out and the heat will remain."
She taught and explained the principles to others.
The black eyes of the temporary worker flickered, "Okay, leave it to me, you rest."
Song Yiran glanced at his masked face, "Yes."
His only exposed forehead was a little wet with sweat, which could be seen to be hot.
Song Yiran looked at her daughter who was still bowing her head and arranging sashimi, then turned her gaze away and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of mineral water.
She poured a glass and put it on the desk.
"After the fish is brought out, let's rest for a while."
"Drink some water and stay hydrated."
Hearing this, the big spoon in the 'temporary worker''s hand tilted, and the sauce in it spilled out.
And Ye Susu even turned her head to look at Ms. Song and the only mineral water bottle.
"Mom, who is this for, mine?"
Song Yiran glanced at her angrily, "I brought you a thermos, you drink hot water. Girls can't eat ice."
Ye Susu immediately turned her small face away.
But when I cut another piece of salmon, I felt something was wrong.
Turning around again, I saw Ms. Song standing behind Gao Dazhuang, drinking from a wolfberry cup, looking at Gao Dazhuang's back while drinking.
Ye Susu has now learned to read words and actions a little bit.
At this glance, she felt that Ms. Song had a slightly satisfied look on her face
"Hiss..."
Is she wrong
Ms. Song looks tall and strong, satisfied with him
Ye Susu didn't dare to look too much, turned around and cut the sashimi.
[Ms. Song's affection for Zai Zai's father has risen.]
[Currently: 85%.]
"what?"
Ye Susu stared, and almost lost her grip on the stabbing knife.
"Susu, you cut a fish, babbling, what are you doing?"
Ms. Song did not know when she was standing behind Ye Susu.
The back of Ye Susu's neck went numb.
"I just... have a sore throat."
Khan, Ms. Song found out Gao Dazhuang's identity
It shouldn't be.
She glanced sideways carefully.
Catnip is here to help, and I heard that she will be entertaining nearly 40 guests.
He said that he and his little assistant can help, although cooking may not be to the guests' taste, but washing vegetables, cutting meat, serving dishes and washing dishes can be competent.
Ye Susu thought it was feasible, at least the strength of the two men, so he let them enter the shop fully armed.
He was covered from head to toe, only his forehead was exposed, and even his eyes were half blocked by black-rimmed glasses.
Ms. Song has only seen catnip once, can you recognize it
Ye Susu shook her head.
Must not.
She can only recognize it by smell, by touching this back.
Thinking about it, she felt that the system was quite powerful today, and she could add chicken drumsticks.
Ms. Song didn't recognize the person, but she had a good impression of the temporary worker, and the system also calculated the favorability value.
commendable!
Ye Susu looked at the progress bar of favorability, and there was only a small gap, so she felt happy.
Song Yiran came over and took a look, "I'll go out with two sets of sashimi first."
"Okay, mom, you can rest later, and sit on the small stool for a while."
Song Yiran nodded, wiped her hands neatly, and walked out with the dishes in her hand.
Ye Susu took a peek, and couldn't help but took the sashimi knife and rubbed towards the tall man beside him.
"Hey, try harder and take Ms. Song down completely."
The 'temporary worker' who was holding the dinner plate finally dared to shift his deep gaze to Ye Susu's little face.
Ms. Song was here, but he never looked at Ye Susu.
"it is good."
Li Jun spit out a word calmly.
His eyes softened a little, and he moved his gaze to the little guy who was resting his hands on the chopping board, only showing a pair of grape black eyes peeking at him, the handsome face under the mask stretched out.
The little guy looked like he wanted to get close to him, but he didn't dare to approach him, as if he was afraid of being discovered by Song Yiran, so he didn't dare to come over.
Li Jun had something to say.
But seeing the frightened look of the mother and son, he thought about it, and swallowed it back.
"What's wrong?"
"fine."
Li Jun really wanted to touch her forehead, and also wanted to touch the child's hairy head.
But hold back, I don't know when Ms. Song will come back.
Although he watched, Ms. Song seemed to know who he was, but she just tacitly pretended not to see him.
But this news is probably a horror story for the mother and son.
He didn't say anything in the end, and quickly filled the stewed fish and took it out.
It happened that he passed by Song Yiran, she glanced at the plate, then nodded to him.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Li Jun's face straightened, "...not hard work."
With a smile on Song Yiran's face, he raised his foot and entered the kitchen.
And in the four big tables in the restaurant outside, everyone had a great meal.
Ms. Song only cooked two specialty dishes, and the rest were exchanged by Ye Susu according to the recipe.
Many chefs now make cooking videos to teach online audiences how to cook.
Ye Susu also saw a few.
With the blessing of raising cubs, some dishes she cooks have a taste of time-honored brands.
The only thing missing is the base flavor of the old soup, and the shortcoming of not being able to buy special ingredients for a while.
However, most of the customers in Miaomiao restaurant today are not gourmets, they are just white-collar workers.
Therefore, Ye Susu's culinary level is considered a delicious version that will not overturn the car when they eat it.
Besides, many of them have expressed their feelings at Miao Miao Restaurant, and today they came to eat with feelings.
Let them remember some old recipes while eating, and cherish every bite with the thought of visiting I don't know He Xi again.
And the new recipes made them feel fresher, and once again felt that the proprietress is powerful and has a wide range of knowledge.
"My Ma, I can really drink three bowls of this little mushroom cream soup. I want to know the empty seats at the same table, will they still come? Mind if I help them relieve the pressure of food hoarding? "
This guy sounds bold and unrestrained.
"It has a very mellow taste. The mushrooms complement the thick cream without overwhelming the guests. The slightly salty taste relieves the greasy feeling of heavy heat, and it happens to perfectly blend with the fragrance of meringue eggs."
This is the Chinese teacher.
"I've already gnawed all the rib bones, what are you still talking about? Hurry up and move your chopsticks, will you see if there is any left on the table later?"
This is the physical education teacher that comes with it.
Today's dishes are definitely full.
But is everyone aiming at being full
no.
It was for this meal, not for another meal.
Thinking of the old stalker who originally closed the restaurant at 12:30, everyone's eating movements were at least 1.5 times the usual.
Many people brought their families, and the family members were a little shocked.
"Husband, it's unpleasant to snort when you eat. Slow down, is someone robbing you?"
"Papa, why did you drink my soup?"
Many family conflicts arise in a second.
Mrs. Zhang glanced around, as if she understood her son's script a bit.
For example, the three people at the same table are said to be programmers, and they are also fierce when they eat.
"Li Duo, it's done, don't talk nonsense, just get bored."
Regardless of whether it is old hen soup or mushroom soup, they are all served in small bowls, which are full to the edge of the bowl, shaking and almost spilling out.
But after taking a sip, they couldn't stop and took another sip.
"Take it easy, Chen Xiaofei, there are new dishes coming up."
Li Duo stuffed a piece of fine fish meat rolled in oil into his mouth. He picked a piece from the belly of the fish. When the fish meat was torn off, there were rows of big bones at intervals, and a small layer of white fish meat Translucent fish fat, covered in semi-crisp fish skin.
Roll the sauce around again, put the fish in your mouth and sip it, and you can dismantle four or five bones and spit it out on the spot.
Mixed with the sweet taste of the fish, you can swallow a big mouthful of rice.
Then he picked up the soup bowl in front of him, touched one with Chen Xiaofei who was beside him, and took a sip of the rich hot soup.
In the lips between the teeth, the remaining taste is multiple ups and downs, endless and continuous.
It's like one mountain is still higher, and there are endless scenery along the road.
Cool and crooked.
Li Duo stretched out his chopsticks again.
The advantage of a Chinese dining table is that there are many people and many dishes.
You can eat more than ten kinds of dishes in one meal. Different tastes, different customs, different tastes, all the ingredients from the sky and the earth are available.
The fool just drank the soup in one gulp!
Of course, you have to save your stomach to eat other things.
He glanced at Chen Xiaofei with disdain, then turned to stuff a rib into his mouth, continued to pinch the chopsticks skillfully, and buckle between the teeth, spitting out a hard bone.
The small plates in front of him were all piled high.
The bachelor is not a fearless image, it just depends on whether there are beautiful women present.
Today, the only lovely proprietress is no longer single, and her children can be soy sauce.
What image do they care about
Turn grief into the power to eat!
The trio was in a state of turmoil on the spot, and from a distance, they didn't look like frail white-collar workers squatting at their desks.
Mrs. Zhang at the same table was amazed.
Watching these young people eat is really more interesting than eating with Xu Yuan and the others.
Seeing them eat deliciously and their stomachs look like black holes, she also felt that she had some appetite.
Mrs. Zhang was thinking about which plate she would put her chopsticks on, which would be more in line with today's calorie and nutritional intake, but there was a soft sound of milk in her ears.
"Tofu mixed with shallots, come and provoke~"
Upswing small ending sound, cute milk bubble sound line.
Mrs. Zhang suddenly let out an ah in her heart, and the chopsticks stopped.
And her body movements were already one step faster.
Turning around in seconds, he looked to his side.
I saw a white and clean little boy with a hairy head just a little higher than the dining table, holding a plate seriously with two small hands, trying to stand on tiptoe to put it on the table.
On the big round table is a glass turntable, at least twenty or thirty centimeters away from the edge of the outermost table.
The little guy stretched out his little arms, but he couldn't reach them.
He was stretching his little neck out of the down jacket with some difficulty, as if it would help.
When Mrs. Zhang saw it, she was amused by the child, but the grin was a little sour and painful.
Be sour, because this is someone else's child.
It hurts, it's because this young age is still helping Mommy with things.
But Mrs. Zhang's heart was beating a little faster soon.
Because the pain was over, she took a closer look and found that the child was too close to her!
It was so close that she could clearly see the fine pores on the little guy's face, and she was so close that she could hold the little guy in her arms with her arms!
Mrs. Zhang, who was sitting at the dining table, suddenly couldn't close her mouth.
Her whole heart was steaming, more bubbling than just drinking hot mushroom soup.
"Cubs."
Her voice was ups and downs, and her voice was extremely soft, bringing out the feeling of her brother's ditties that she practiced singing in the music department back then.
"Grandma help you let go~"