Yufu Building, back kitchen, food mouth.

With this abrupt sound came out, many people in the kitchen were slightly stunned, and there were also some reasons for the guests to return the dishes on weekdays, generally speaking, when this happens, the dish mouth will silently put the returned dishes on the cooking table behind them, explain the reason to the pier, and then match another dish according to the same dish on the pier, and then transfer it to the wok master for processing.

But this time, the master who passed the dishes shouted directly, and the voice was a little strange, even more unbelievable, at this moment, as his voice fell, his eyes looked at Wang Ming next to the head chef Li Long, showing an embarrassed look.

The master of the dish is very clear that since Wang Ming stepped into the wok, the quality of the whole home-cooked food has also risen a lot, although he can't do that effect, but all the year round in this position, for the quality of the dishes, maybe can't say anything, but the basic eyesight is still there, and recently, the order rate of home-cooked food has also been steadily rising. It's a lot better than before.

It is precisely because of this that the master of the rowing of dishes, when he saw this returned boiled pork slice, he couldn't help but say it, and when he looked at Wang Ming with doubts, Wang Ming, who originally planned to replace Li Long's wok, also turned around with doubts, looked at the familiar utensils, and was slightly stunned, looked at the head chef Li Long on the side and nodded, and then turned around with some doubts and walked in the direction of the food mouth.

"Boiled beef!"

Wang Ming was slightly stunned, and immediately nodded to the chef who served the dishes, and took over the boiled beef that had been returned.

"What's going on? Do you want to make a new one, or do you want to return it? ”

Looking at the boiled beef in the vessel in his hand, whether it was the color or the taste that wafted out, it was still fine, Wang Ming frowned slightly, and then asked.

"The guest said that this tastes wrong, so let's make another one."

The face of the master of the dish is with a trace of doubt, the quality of Wang Ming's dishes, he has been doing the head of the dish for so long, some basic vision and sense of smell are still there, this boiled beef is red and bright in color and fragrant, and the spicy aroma of red oil is mixed with the special taste of sesame pepper, which makes people can't help but swallow saliva, but it is such a dish that seems to be full of color and flavor, but it was withdrawn, and at the moment, in the face of Wang Ming's question, when he opened his mouth to speak, Wang Ming nodded thoughtfully.

"Let's have another one."

Wang Ming's frowning brows slowly loosened, and now in the kitchen, he also has some right to speak, and at this moment, as his voice fell, he nodded to the master who served the dishes, and then walked towards the position of his seven fires.

The catering industry is like this, as long as the guests have objections to the quality of the dishes, then the kitchen will prepare a copy again to be served, for the reason for the dishes, of course, they must also know in their hearts, at this moment in front of the seven fires, Wang Ming took out chopsticks, sandwiched a piece of beef slices and put it in his mouth to chew, slowly, he frowned slightly again.

The spicy is moderate, and there is no problem with the salty and light taste, but the beef in the mouth is chewed and a little dry, which is also due to the lack of marination on the pier, as for the dishes at the bottom below, Wang Ming has also tasted it, the problem is not very big, Wang Ming is very serious about his work, no matter how busy the situation is, he is trying to ensure the quality of the dishes. At this time, he found out the key to the problem, and after boiling the oil again, looking at the sizing beef slices in Zhong Singer, Wang Ming pondered for a moment and took it over.

"I'll do it."

Under Zhong Ge's gaze, Wang Ming took the horse bucket in his hand, reached out and grabbed the pickled beef tenderloin, pinched it lightly with his fingernails, and felt the destruction of the fibrous tissue in it.

Turned around and turned down the flame, took the box of tender meat powder on the side, gently poured some out, put it in, added a small amount of oil into it, and began to stir and beat in a circle.

The previous beef marinating problem was not big, for the average diner, the requirements are not very harsh, and there will be no problems, but when you encounter some diners who are quite picky about the taste of the heat, it may be returned, Wang Ming put the evenly stirred beef tenderloin in his hand aside, washed his hands, and then turned around and put the oil in the wok, the face of Wang Wendong was already gloomy.

"What to pretend, this special one clearly shows that the return of vegetables is a problem of pickling, and add tender meat powder to it, and then return it after a while, I see what tricks he can play."

"The new wok was withdrawn not long after taking office, and it's normal, just do it again, you can use this silent means to justify yourself, it's really despicable enough."

"I think this guy just looks at the people on our pier and is not pleasing to the eye, isn't this deliberately done for the head chef to see, it's really shameless, he returns the dish to find a reason, and pushes the responsibility on us."

In the face of Wang Ming's actions, the few people on the pier did not speak except for Xiao Zheng and the newly arrived Houdun, and the rest of the people surrounded Wang Wendong at the moment, and when they looked at Wang Ming, they exchanged their heads in a low voice, and as their voices fell, Wang Wendong's face became even more ugly.

The pickling of beef tenderloin has always been processed by the pier, and the ingredients developed, Yufulou has been like this for several years, perhaps because after being familiar with these work, there will be subtle deviations when guiding zhì pickling, but the pickling recipe has been handed down by the head chef Li Long, and for so many years, the dishes of beef tenderloin have been returned very few times, seeing Wang Ming's actions silently pointing at himself, Wang Wendong sneered in his heart, and when the gloom on his face slowly faded at this moment, he retracted his gaze and looked at a few people on the side, When he immediately lowered his head, he took out a piece of the marinated beef tenderloin in the refrigerator, stretched out his hand and pinched it, and when the gloom on his face faded, a sneering smile slowly spread.

"The ingredients are given by the head chef, although there may be deviations in personal pickling techniques, but after so many years, it's okay, his actions seem to be aimed at us, why not slap the head chef in the face? I'll see how long he'll be able to jump. ”

And for the opinions and statements of several people on the pier, Wang Ming does not know, nor is it clear, and he does not deliberately think about these, in his eyes, it is to present the best dishes to the guests, at this moment, with the skillful operation, the beef tenderloin after the lubricating oil exudes heat, Wang Ming is familiar with the pot to add the bottom oil, chopped pepper and chili pepper section at the same time, and then add Pixian bean paste, green onion, ginger and garlic foam, after stir-frying, cooking wine, soy sauce, edible salt, chicken essence, and then add water, put in the beef after the oil, simmer for a while, thicken out of the pot, Pour into a vessel that has been prepared and lined with trimmings.

Burning a little oil in the pot again, Wang Ming turned around, at this moment Zhong Ge had already sprinkled a little pepper, sesame seeds, minced garlic and chives and a little chili pepper on top of the dish, as the oil temperature in the pot rose, the wok in Wang Ming's hand withdrew from the flame.

Snort...

"Let's serve."