Chapter 865 747: A Bowl of Scallion Noodle Soup (Part 2)

Sun Mingze agreed, holding the slip as he went to get the items.

In no time, he brought everything back and quickly went to report to Zhang Jinyu.

Zhang Jinyu had just retrieved some seafood and turned to inspect the ingredients Sun Mingze brought back, nodding in satisfaction: "Hmm, not bad, just leave it there."

Sun Mingze eagerly went over, placed everything properly, and then returned to handle the seafood Zhang Jinyu had brought back.

Zhang Jinyu, still concerned, followed him to handle it together.

Half flattering, half in earnest admiration, Sun Mingze exclaimed, "Brother Zhang, you're amazing! I never knew preparing ingredients was so hard."

Zhang Jinyu, while handling the yellow croaker, paused and with a smile, asked, "What's so hard about preparing ingredients?"

Sun Mingze grinned, "You have to prepare so much at once. Chef Fu says it once, and you remember it all. If it were me, I couldn't do it."

Zhang Jinyu laughed, "That's because you're new and unfamiliar with the dishes. Actually, once you've been at it long enough and understand the cooking process of every dish, then you just need to know which dishes Chef Fu intends to cook. Then, you prepare according to the order slip."

Sun Mingze was surprised: "But I clearly saw Chef Fu stick the order slip on the kitchen wall."

Zhang Jinyu explained, "Oh, that slip belongs to Chef Fu's regular customer, someone special. When they dine here, they usually just order a couple of the restaurant's specialties, and Chef Fu decides on the rest."

Sun Mingze was immediately impressed: "So that's it, Chef Fu is impressive!"

Zhang Jinyu nodded in agreement, whispering, "That's right. Let me tell you, in our kitchen, aside from Chef Yao, our boss, and Chef Gu, the most amazing one is Chef Fu!"

With that, he patted Sun Mingze's shoulder in camaraderie: "You're lucky to be assigned under Chef Fu, learn well, it's a chance many would envy!"

Sun Mingze turned towards Fu Yu, his eyes lighting up: "Okay, okay!"

Following Zhang Jinyu, Sun Mingze helped organize the seafood and took the initiative to tidy up the dishes, also taking over the frying task.

Zhang Jinyu had always done the helper's job, and later followed Fu Yu as an assistant, and this was the first time someone was helping him, which he found very pleasing.

Seeing Sun Mingze stealing glances at Fu Yu while frying, he didn't interrupt, gladly taking the opportunity to prepare appetizer plates ahead of time.

Fu Yu prepared to make the honey cherry dish for his regular customer with anorexia, but of course, the method couldn't be exactly the same as his medicinal culinary specialty.

Fu Yu simplified the cooking method, and while the preparation method and taste were nearly the same, the plating was done as an improved version—cherry meat.

The finished product was hawthorn jam balls coated in candy shells, with some Dory fish filling added inside.

The taste was uniquely refreshing, sweet and sour with a hint of Dory fish's distinctive aroma, most importantly, the portion was small, with the Dory fish balls being exquisitely petite.

According to the boy's preferences, Fu Yu added decorative plating.

A cluster of blanched broccoli, a few mint leaves—the red and green combination always presented the most harmonious and festive effect.

Besides, Fu Yu also made a bowl of noodles.

Just as he began shaking out the noodles, Sun Qingning turned to see it, instantly showing a knowing expression, "Chef Fu, your regular customer is here again?"

Fu Yu nodded, "Today I'm making something different for him, hoping it might entice him to eat a bit."

Sun Qingning immediately perked up, "Really? Let me see!"

He first glanced at the plate Zhang Jinyu was holding, "Wow, what's this dish?"

Fu Yu casually replied, "Oh, it's an improved version of cherry meat."

Sun Qingning praised, "It looks really pretty, and these noodles? Still doing fruit and vegetable noodles?"

Fu Yu shook his head, "No, making something unique!"

Actually, he hadn't made this particular noodle dish for a while, but his technique was still skilled.

It didn't take much effort for a bowl of vibrant green soup noodles to be ready.

The broth was made with chicken stock, with mushroom and ham slices to enhance the flavor, exuding a rich green onion aroma.

Picking up with chopsticks, there wasn't a single noodle in sight, only hollow green onion tubes, and only when you took a bite did you find the noodles stuffed inside, each bite leaving a fragrant aftertaste.

A simple bowl of noodles, yet the broth was freshly made, and the noodles had to be meticulously stuffed into the onion tubes, both time-consuming and labor-intensive, clearly demonstrating the effort put into it.

As soon as the noodles came out of the pot, they instantly caused a small stir.

Fu Yu set aside one bowl for himself and portioned the rest into several small bowls, each with only two or three onion tubes.

This was left on purpose for Zhao Meng and a few others to try.

Zhao Meng accepted it, lifted it with chopsticks to examine and raised an eyebrow, "This is brilliantly done!"

Then he carefully chewed and tasted the flavor, praising, "Delicious!"

Sun Qingning and Zhang Jinyu smacked their lips in delight.

"So fragrant!"

"This is actually noodles? Unbelievable!"

Fu Yu glanced at Sun Mingze, who was frying nearby, and saw the chubby fellow's face full of longing, watching everyone taste the noodles eagerly, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Jinyu, go check on Xiaosun, let him come have a taste too."

Zhang Jinyu looked at Sun Mingze and agreed, "Alright!"

Inwardly, he thought how blessed the chubby fellow was.

He went over to replace Sun Mingze, letting him come taste the noodles.

Sun Mingze was elated, coming over to take the noodle bowl, thanking Fu Yu repeatedly: "Thank you, Chef Fu! I've been craving these noodles since I saw them!"

Fu Yu smiled and turned back to his work.

Watching Fu Yu, Sun Mingze's admiration for him grew.

Though no one said anything, he could see that Fu Yu seemed to be very kind to those around him, genuinely unassuming.

Fu Yu's cooked dishes were carried by the server to the private room in the front hall.

Just four dishes, one soup, and one staple food.

One dish and the staple food were specially designed for the young boy, while the other three dishes and one soup were the restaurant's specialties.

The mother and son dining were already familiar with the restaurant's offerings.

One glance at the plating, they could accurately distinguish which two dishes were specially made by Fu Yu for the boy.

The boy's mood seemed to have notably improved; when he saw the array of dishes before him, he showed no sign of displeasure.

He first carefully examined the dishes before him, at this moment more concerned not about whether the food suited his taste, but about Fu Yu.

Calling over the waiter, he inquired, "Hello, I was wondering, around this time, your kitchen staff must be very busy, right?"

The waiter was taken aback, then truthfully said, "Yes, around this time before the holidays, business is good, and it's also meal time now, so the kitchen is very busy."

The boy seemed slightly disappointed, turning to his mother: "Then it's over, we might not see him today?"

His mother responded with a very gentle attitude, "It's okay, let's eat first, we can talk afterward."

Only then did the boy nod, refocusing on the specially made noodle and dish before him.

...

Unaware of what was happening in the front hall, Fu Yu was fully engrossed in completing orders.

Not long after, a server came over.

"Chef Fu, can you spare some time to go to the front desk?"

Fu Yu was surprised, "Why? Did something happen?"

The server replied, "It was a request from the guests in private room 213, they're asking to meet you."

So it was that anorexic boy.

However...

"They want to see me? Did they say why?" Fu Yu asked curiously.

The server: "I'm not sure, they didn't say."

Fu Yu glanced at the task in hand: "Alright, I'll go over once I'm done here."

Once the dish in the pot was done and the plating was taken out, Fu Yu quickly informed Zhao Meng before hurrying to the front hall.

On his way over, he speculated, wondering what the reason for their sudden request could be.