As a southerner, He Chong can't eat spicy, he has always scoffed at the spicy crayfish that is popular all over the country, in his opinion, the fish and shrimp must taste its original umami, and this crayfish needs to add so many seasonings, because the ingredients are too low-end, and they don't have enough charm to support the taste of a dish.

But this time, just one volcanic crayfish made him completely kneel.

The domineering taste roared through his mouth, and his taste buds trembled for a long time after this hot baptism.

A crayfish went down, He Chong smacked his lips, squinting his eyes in confusion: "It's so delicious!" A hand subconsciously stretched out to the iron pot.

"Smack!" Chang Zhaowen ruthlessly slapped his hand away, "The point of tasting is to try, not to eat!"

He Chong whimpered unwillingly, and the store manager Takeo led Zhang Yue, who had no sense of smell, to quickly transfer the volcanic crayfish in the pot to safety.

"I envy you for not having a sense of smell. He Chong looked at Zhang Yue, who was distracted, and said, the tempting fragrance in the air made those guests who claimed to be justice but actually had other intentions forget their original intentions, staring at each other, and letting their saliva flow messily.

"Envy me?"

"No, I don't envy you!" The man's heart was needled, and before a second passed, He Chong changed his mind again, "Without a sense of smell, you don't know what a beautiful thing you missed in the world." ”

"That's enough, He Chong, don't make trouble, do your own thing!" Takeo showed his majesty as the store manager in a timely manner, "It's not about the sense of smell, the key is the self-control and professionalism of being a person, no matter how delicious it is, we must show our most professional side when we work." ”

"Store manager, please wipe your saliva, you've already broken the gong!"

"Uh......" Takeo threw down a roll of his eyes, turned around, and quietly wiped the wet corners of his mouth, eh, boss, can you cook less fragrantly, so it is difficult for people to establish majesty.

He Chong had no intention of arguing with Takeo, he was still immersed in the aftertaste of deliciousness physically and mentally, but he didn't expect that just such a crayfish would make him, a person who never eats spicy, become a spicy fanatic believer in a second.

The spicy taste seems to be very domineering, but it is unexpectedly very coordinated with the tender crayfish meat, the shrimp meat stained with the spicy sauce is extraordinarily tender, the Q bomb shrimp meat and the sauce boiled out of multiple spices are perfectly integrated, and the strong fragrance overflows the mouth to sink the taste buds, and the refreshing spicy taste is very appetizing.

"Okay, He Chong, there are still a lot of shrimp here, this time I'll say, you do what I instruct!" It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish, let He Chong taste a crayfish to completely arouse his appetite and curiosity, which is very beneficial to learning new dishes, after all, he will not be able to come to the restaurant every day in the future, so he must let He Chong learn more dishes as soon as possible.

Of course, before that, Chang Zhaowen still had something to instruct: "Go wash your hands first and use soap...... Also, put on your mask!"

Trying it is a good medicine and a fierce medicine, because there is some soup on his hands, He Chong sucked every finger at least five times, and his hands are full of saliva, and he can't wash it. Letting him wear a mask is to prevent half of the stir-frying, and he can't control the drooling first.

In any case, hygiene is the top priority of the restaurant, and it is necessary to strictly adhere to the hygiene norms to eliminate hidden dangers.

……

In the restaurant.

"Young Master Jiang, you're back. Young Master Jiang returned to his seat, Li Qingrui just woke up from a dream, he was a little apprehensive in his heart, the stinky mandarin fish was so delicious, just now he unknowingly ate all the whole fish. That's rude!

People invite you to dinner, but before the host eats it, the guests eat all the things, this is too much, isn't it? What's more, Young Master Jiang is a person from high society, so he pays attention to etiquette, eh...... Li Qingrui sighed, feeling that the upper class society that had just opened the door to him was now closed again.

Let Young Master Jiang lead him into his social circle, get to know Bai Fumei, and charm people under his suit pants, and the plan to go to the peak of his life from now on is probably in vain.

But Young Master Jiang didn't seem to notice all this, his eyes were firmly fixed on a waiter in a restaurant uniform, and when he saw the other party slowly approaching with a tray, Young Master Jiang immediately stood up: "This way, this way! I also had a role in maintaining order just now, so I should have the opportunity to order new dishes first!"

Even if the manager reassures that the ingredients for this new dish are well prepared, so that customers don't have to rush, and if you limit one order per table, everyone will be able to take their turn. But the few people who entered the kitchen just now tacitly asked to give it to them first, because the first one was 100% made by Boss Wen himself, and the rest was probably completed by He Chong, even if there was Boss Wen on the side, the difference in strength between the apprentice and the master was by no means a star and a half.

Forehead...... Li Qingrui looked at Young Master Jiang in astonishment, this is not the handsome noble son he knows! As a gentleman, there is an unwritten code of conduct: you must not shout loudly in the restaurant, and even if you need service, you often only need one action and one look.

Of course, the high-end restaurants that the gentlemen go to will also have very attentive service, and the waiters will pay close attention to the movements of the guests one by one, and they don't need to open their mouths at all, and the other party will understand.

"Your volcanic crayfish. A huge turquoise porcelain bowl filled with a pot of bright red crayfish was placed on the table, and the thin folding table shook slightly because of the sudden force, Li Qingrui hurriedly reached out and pressed it on the table, stabilizing the table.

"Young Master Jiang, this is also ...... It's a little too much, isn't it?" "Such a large pot of crayfish is definitely enough for 4 or 5 people to eat, and he has just killed a whole fish by himself, and his stomach is full, and another code of conduct in high society is to live a restrained life, and he must not be vulgar and overeat."

"Shhhh Young Master Jiang lowered his voice, "Originally, there were only two of us, and they weren't going to give us such a big pot, or I told the store manager, you have to die or live if you fall out of love, and you need to treat the emotional wounds in your heart with delicious food to be extra accommodating." ”

"What?" Li Qinghui's face was stunned, this, this, this is definitely a fake Young Master Jiang, is he in the dark? How can he do something abnormal?

Li Qinghui raised his head in despair, but he happened to meet Takeo's concerned eyes, and the other party smiled at him, as if encouraging him not to collapse because of frustration in love, and to find hope in despair.

Crazy, all crazy!

Many places will provide plastic gloves for guests to eat crayfish, but text restaurants will not provide these, and of course even if they do, no one will use them, because every drop of soup here is so delicious that it cannot be wasted!