Inside the Italian restaurant Ristorante F, the melodious "Scarborough Market" is played, and the two waiters of chefs Fuyumi Mizuhara, Nozomi Tojo and Eri Tatsuse sit side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, basking in the sun with a cappuccino and enjoying the morning time.

In the kitchen, the fire on the stove flickered on and off, and the pot exuded the mellow aroma of stewed meat. Jiang Yunfeng put down the book he had finished reading, stretched out on the chair, and rubbed his astringent eyes. Get up and uncover the lid of the pot, pick up the spatula on the side and stir it to prevent the bottom from being mushy, after checking the color and progress of the stew, Jiang Yunfeng smiled with satisfaction, put the lid on the pot again, sat back on the chair and took a new book and began to flip through it.

Time always slips away from us inadvertently, taking away all the beautiful things, such as the warm sunshine, leaving only infinite emptiness. Suzuhara Fuyumi bathed in the sun that was starting to get scorching, holding the empty coffee cup and saying helplessly, "It's gone... ”

Nozomi Tojo smiled and said, "Chef, the morning has passed, and we are going to start preparing lunch." ”

"Hmm... Fuyumi Mizuhara handed the coffee cup to Eri Hunse, and after picking up the purple scarf hanging on the back of the chair, the atmosphere in the restaurant immediately changed. Nozomi Tojo and Eri Shikase worked together to restore the restaurant seats to their original state, clean the floor, and lay out the tablecloths at the speed of Jiang Yunfeng's stunned. Replace the water in the vase and tie up the curtains. Finally, the "Preparing" sign in front of the door is turned into "Open", and from this moment on, it is the Italian restaurant Ristorante F that starts the day.

"How's the meat sauce" Fuyumi Mizuhara's question woke up Jiang Yunfeng in surprise. "I've been simmering for almost three hours since I finished breakfast." After speaking, Jiang Yunfeng turned off the stove and handed over the spoon. Fuyumi Mizuhara took the spoon and untied the lid, scooped up a little and tasted it, nodded, and said, "It's very good, it has the flavor of southern Italy, and it can be used as a sauce for pasta and macaroni today." Hurry up and get ready for the fire, the guests will be on board soon. ”

Before Suwon Dongmei's voice fell, the crisp bell from the door of the store was pushed open told Jiang Yunfeng that the guests had arrived. Eri Shinose greeted her with a smile and handed over the menu, asking, "Sir, what can I serve you?" The customer took the menu and quickly ordered a few dishes, judging from the time of ordering, he was a regular customer and could quickly find his favorite food. The bell that opened the door as soon as Eri Shikase finished checking in began to ring one after another, and the originally empty restaurant was instantly full. Nozomi Tojo and Eri Shibase are like butterflies in a flower, shuttling between tables, skillfully and professionally registering the dishes ordered by the guests. Then attach the notes directly to the glass of the transparent kitchen.

"Table No. 1, macaroni and cheese seafood grat with salad. Table two, hoisin bolognese pasta. Table 3, pasta with creamy bacon and mushrooms。。。。。 Jiang Yunfeng recounted the dozen or so dishes that were pasted on the glass in just a few breaths. Don't be in a daze anymore and get to work. Fuyumi Mizuhara handed over a plate of freshly cooked pasta and served with meat sauce. ”

Jiang Yunfeng patted his face to lift his spirits. Take the plate, drizzle with the morning stewed meat sauce, and top a few pieces of brisket and ribs, and a southern-style stewed pasta is ready. When Tojo took away the pasta, he tore off the corresponding note from the original glass and immediately pasted a new one. Without stopping for a moment, Jiang Yunfeng did his best to deal with salmon, steaks, clams, and oysters. Make a vegetable salad. A steady stream of ingredients are sent to Chef Mizuhara Fuyumi to transform into delicate and delicious food.

The sticky notes on the glass curtain wall change one after another, and the four-person restaurant is like a machine running at full speed, quiet but always satisfying the needs of its guests with amazing efficiency. "Welcome to the next visit, please go slowly!" Eri Xun smiled and sent off the last table of guests to announce that the first peak of the day had passed, and Jiang Yunfeng in the kitchen supported the countertop with both hands, panting. Three hours have passed since the first customer entered the restaurant at 11 o'clock, and I have cut a total of 30 kilograms of vegetables and processed 13 kilograms of meat. Boiled noodles 4 kg. There are more than 200 dishes in total, and now my hands are already sore.

"Take a break, it's not over yet." Mizuhara Fuyumi, who had long been accustomed to it, did not blush or pant for breath, and said calmly, "There will be a wave of passengers when the next train arrives, so everyone hurry up and eat something to recover their strength." ”

"Yes, Chef!" Jiang Yunfeng shook his sore arm and took a slice of Italian Tony's sweet bread. Sandwiched with pickled cucumber slices...