Fu Yu habitually stuck the order slip on the kitchen wall and then fell silent.
In Zhang Jinyu's eyes, Fu Yu looked like he was facing a great dilemma.
He had also heard what the order taker said when they delivered the slip.
The customer for this order is just being difficult!
Go to a restaurant, order whatever you want, how simple is that!
Yet they have to make a bunch of requests!
Four dishes, one soup, and a staple food, made for a pregnant woman, all seafood, and it has to have the authentic taste of a fisherman's home!
Damn it!
This is the North!
Not a coastal city!
Where am I supposed to find authentic fisherman's home cooking?
Zhang Jinyu, feeling indignant, complained inwardly as he efficiently tidied up the kitchen counter.
Fu Yu was trained by Zhao Meng, so he picked up many of his habits through hands-on teaching and imitation.
Zhao Meng loves cleanliness and holds high standards for the tidiness of the kitchen counter.
