MTL - Gourmet Food Supplier-Chapter 29 Potholes in Yuanzhou

Under the guidance of the doorman, Yuanzhou went to the front desk first. After hearing that Yuanzhou came over to eat, he directly called the waiter to send Yuanzhou to the restaurant on the fourth floor of the hotel.

"Sir, please here." The waiter in the red skirt stretched out his white hand and made a gesture of asking, then began to lead the way to the elevator.

"Ding"

After helping to press the elevator, the waiter retired and asked Yuanzhou to enter the door. There was an elevator person who was responsible for the floor. He said that after going to the restaurant, the elevator closed in the smiling face of the waiter.

The facilities and services of the three-star hotel were very thoughtful and meticulous. When Yuanzhou entered the restaurant, the waiter immediately greeted him, because the time was less than 12 o'clock, and the restaurant still had many places to be free.

"I have to rely on the position of the window."

Yuanzhou, who chose the location, was led by the waiter and came to the arranged seat to sit down.

A rectangular table, yellow lacquered pattern, a white crocheted tablecloth, a fresh carnation on the table, and cups and saucers are stacked neatly.

The temperature in the restaurant is suitable. From here, although the floor is not high, it has no taste. Well, there are houses next to it, and there is no scenery to see.

If it is night, there is still a night view of the city, now... make do with it.

"Mr., your menu." I came to the two service desks, one hand and foot neatly took away the remaining three cutlery, and a soft voice handed the menu to Yuanzhou.

“Is there any recommended dish today?”

Yuanzhou was also the first time to come to a three-star hotel to eat. Although she had been in the hotel for two years, because she did not live in the dormitory provided by the hotel, she was not a waiter except the kitchen chef.

As for what the dishes have, Yuanzhou has only done it, but I have never eaten it. It is not bad to listen to the recommendations.

"Yes, there is a nourishing turtle made by the chef at noon today. Do you need to give it a try?" The waiter carefully turned the menu to the page of the 'Nourishing Turtle', and smiled and recommended.

"Then come one, is there anything else?" Yuanzhou thought about it, the chef sometimes did cook the soup, but he never saw the chef before he had drunk, and a handyman saw the chef. Opportunities are still rare.

But now the craftsmanship of this handyman is far more than the chef.

"Today's chef's menu is just that, or you'll taste our specialties here." Speaking and moving the menu gently to the featured pages.

"哗哗"

Yuanzhou turned over three pages of special dishes, and finally said, "There are a few of these, and the staple food will be fried rice."

The waiter saw Yuanzhou ordered all the special dishes, and the chef's menu was a total of nineteen, reminding me, "Mr., you only have one person. The weight of our food here is good, look?"

"Nothing, I eat a lot." Yuanzhou certainly knows that there is so much to eat, but today is a wish, and by the way, taste the taste of three stars, although certainly not delicious.

Since you have to taste it, you have to taste it. If you order one or two dishes, you might as well go back and make your own food.

"Okay, wait a moment." When the waiter saw Yuanzhou insisted, he would no longer be persuaded, and politely took the menu and went to the kitchen to place an order.

There is a clear division of labor in the kitchen of the Grand Hotel, and it takes only seven or eight minutes to order the food from the kitchen.

"Sir, this is your chef's turtle soup, boiled bullfrog, plateau lamb, shredded beef..." The little brother who served the dish said the same dish name on each end.

Yuanzhou was waiting quietly on the side of the dish.

"Sir, your food is on, please use it slowly."

"Thank you."

Yuanzhou nodded and thanked him, picked up the chopsticks and prepared for today's tasting.

Since the possession of the system, Yuanzhou’s five senses have long been different from ordinary people, and it’s no problem to try it.

Here, Yuanzhou is trying to eat seriously, and the food shop in Yuanzhou has blown up the nest.

Rumble, just like the thunder of spring.

First, the bearded man Wuhai, who reported daily, was ready to come to the door at 9:00.

There was nothing in front of the cold door. There was a blank sheet of paper on the closed shutter door, which read, ‘The owner has something to go out and open at night’.

"Night? Not open at noon? It shouldn't be, business at noon is very good." Wuhai said to himself in the house, and did not eat breakfast.

Eat such a delicious egg fried rice who still eats, ordinary buns steamed bread, the economy is allowed to be the case is definitely better.

Others who came to eat breakfast also found this note, thinking that it might open at noon, after all, no one would put a good business and not do it.

Time flies very quickly. At noon after work, the entrance of Yuanzhou Xiaodian is full of people. This group does not know that they think that they are fighting in groups. Everyone is screaming.

"What happened? I still don't open the door at noon? I will go to work in a while." A man with a big belly looked at his wrist watch and complained about the hungry stomach.

"You didn't see it written, something happened at night." The waiter waited in a hurry.

"Yuan Boss is still open in the morning, how can it be closed at noon." In the morning, the suit man who had eaten Xiaolongbao, rushed over at noon and saw the door of ruthless closure, doubtful.

"What? Open the door in the morning? Why don't I know?" Wu Hai heard this sentence as soon as he came, and immediately asked.

"Yeah, the little chef's soup in the morning is almost perfect. The old man said that he would eat another meal at noon, and his wife brought it." A grandfather wearing Zhou Zheng was full of regrets, still aside The ordinary, gray-haired old woman whispered something.

"Xiaolongbao? Why don't I know, I closed the door when I came over in the morning." Wuhai heard that he had missed the new product, and it was even more uncomfortable because of the bad mood of not eating breakfast.

"It’s Hai Ge, it’s true that Yuan Boss has a new variety in this store. It’s a soup dumpling, and the taste is absolutely good.” The suit man saw Wuhai, who often came to eat, and began to describe it incessantly. It’s delicious in the morning.

The suit man doesn't know what to do, although the quarrel doesn't work, but the ability to describe it is still very good. At least the familiar customers who are thinking about Yuanzhou's craftsmanship have already become more and more hungry.

Not so long, dozens of people who have eaten soup bags in the morning have come to a third. This is good. The dozen or so people who came to you say the world’s first soup, dry, etc. The regular customers who open the door are not bored, they are hungry and uncomfortable.

"Don't say it, my stomach is like a rebellion, and I don't stop." The man with a big belly, regardless of the image, said with a stomachache.

"That is, I am sick of my stomach disease, I am not allowed to say it." This time, Yin Ya, the words of beauty have always been easy to use, and several people have really stopped talking.

As for the more you describe the more delicious morning dumplings that make you more hungry, or because of anything else, then only they know it.

But the people standing at the door began to sigh in unison to Yuanzhou...