Interstellar Mecha Chef

Chapter 138 The Broken Main Course
When it was time to serve the food, but the waiter hadn't brought it out yet, Lin Miaomiao frowned. There was nothing wrong with it today, so she got up and went to the teleportation room to have a look.

As soon as I walked to the door of the teleportation room, I heard the voices of several waiters talking from inside.

"The conveyor belt is open, why haven't the food come out yet, and I have to put it on the plate later, and I will be scolded if I delay the opening time."

"I don't know, Xiaojiu, you have a friend who is an apprentice in the kitchen, why don't you ask what's wrong?"

A gentle male voice replied, "I asked, it seems that there is something wrong with one of the main dishes, and it was smashed into pieces."

"That's fine, the delay is none of our business," said a waitress.

Xiao Jiu disagreed, "This is related to the reputation of the hotel. As employees, we have nothing to do with it."

"Oh, Xiaojiu, you're thinking too much. We're just working part-time. If it doesn't work here, it's fine to change to another place." The waitress didn't take it seriously, but instead said enthusiastically, "The table where I went to serve tea just now was so funny. A cold-faced handsome guy was surrounded by a group of aunts wanting to introduce his girlfriend, and he didn't even care if he said he had a girlfriend, so he had to change tables in the end."

"What's so funny about this, these people are too much, even those who have girlfriends," someone said sourly, "why no one introduces me to girlfriends."

The gossiping waitress despised him, "Who told you that no one is as handsome as you. Besides, I found out that he went to our little boss's table later. Could it be that his girlfriend is our little boss?"

"Don't guess, let's notify the manager that something happened in the kitchen," Xiao Jiu said.

Lin Miaomiao stopped listening after hearing this, and hurried into the elevator to the big kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Lin Miaomiao saw the commotion inside. There was a fat cook standing in front of Hu Guangshun with a red face and a thick neck, arguing about something. Hu Guangshun's face was also ugly. This was the first time Lin Miaomiao saw him angry.

"You said you didn't do it on purpose? Then why don't you pack the dishes you made and send them to the conveyor belt, and come here to tamper with the main dishes?" Hu Guangshun angrily scolded.

The fat cook argued, "I was just afraid that you would be too busy to delay the big boss's banquet, and I just wanted to help you. Who knew that your steamer was not covered properly, and you brought an altar to the ground."

"Turned over by the lid? Why don't you show me another jar?" Hu Guangshun laughed angrily, "I think you are looking for an opportunity today to find fault, and prove to the little boss that I am not good at things."

"How could it be?" The fat cook said in a strange way, "Who doesn't know that the little boss believes in you the most."

"No wonder," Hu Guangshun understood, "You want to let the big boss know that I'm not good at things when he's around."

Hu Guangshun was a little speechless. As the head chef, he was directly appointed by the small boss, and he was the first to teach him new dishes. It would inevitably attract the jealousy of other chefs. The fat chef is just the most impatient one.

Seeing the fat chef's proud face, Hu Guangshun twitched, "Forget it, let's not pursue the matter right or wrong. The most important thing now is to inform the little boss to see if there is any remedy."

"Chef, you just need to inform," the fat cook said in a drawn-out tone, "but it seems that the serving time of 11:30 is past now."

After finishing speaking, the fat cook turned around triumphantly, and swayed towards his own kitchen seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced at the door, and the fat cook froze.

Lin Miaomiao sneered, "I know it's late, why don't you know how to deliver the food?"

"Isn't this the main dish that was overturned?" the fat cook Qi Qi Ai Ai said.

"Can't you deliver one dish if it overturns the other dishes?" Lin Miaomiao stared at him coldly, "If you don't send the food to the table, then you are going to send it up and give away the fat on your body?"

The fat cook was sweating profusely. He felt a huge pressure, which made him unable to say the words of shirking responsibility, but he was unwilling to admit his mistake, so he stood there with his neck stuck.

"It seems that you refused to admit your mistake," Lin Miaomiao snorted softly, and glanced at the other cooks, "What about you, aren't you ready to serve?"

The cooks gathered around to watch the excitement dispersed in an instant, and each returned to their own kitchens to send the whole box of vegetables in the incubator to the conveyor belt, and pressed the floor number of the banquet hall.

Roast suckling pigs are relatively strong, and a double-layer incubator can put up to four in it. Seeing that Hu Guangshun was busy, Lin Miaomiao stepped forward to help, and put the fat cook aside.

After the roasted suckling pig was delivered to the conveyor belt, Hu Guangshun said, "Little boss, what should I do if there is a missing portion of this Buddha jumping over the wall, or should I fry the same restaurant's signature dish and serve it?"

Lin Miaomiao blinked, "No need, chef, didn't you count when you served the steamer?"

Hu Guangshun was taken aback for a moment, then rushed to the steamer to count, and finally said in surprise, "We only have 53 tables, how can there be [-] altars?"

"You even asked you to prepare a few extra roast suckling pigs, so how could you forget this?" Lin Miaomiao replied calmly. She couldn't say it was because in her previous life she would prepare a few extra tables for banquets.

"That's great," Hu Guangshun almost cried with joy. Such expensive dishes are usually prepared according to the number of tables, and he never thought about having a substitute.

Although the fat cook did it on purpose, but as the head chef and head chef, it is also his responsibility for any problems with the dishes?

"Can you stop just being happy," Lin Miaomiao said helplessly.

"Ah, I'll send it out right away," Hu Guangshun responded.

Lin Miaomiao shook his head, glanced at the fat cook who was standing on his kitchen seat, and decided to wait until the uncle's wedding was over before settling accounts.

Back at the banquet, the little boys had already started eating, and Ye Hongwen didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't move his chopsticks. Lin Miaomiao thought it was the way his younger brothers were eating that scared Mr. Ye, so he said, "Mr. Ye, you really don't think about it. Change table?"

Walking along the way just now, she saw that there were several tables with vacancies. By the way, there was one table, as the gossip waiter mentioned, full of aunts in their 50s and [-]s. Speaking of which, Ye Hongwen seemed to be the handsome guy who was introduced to his girlfriend.

Lin Miaomiao couldn't help but looked at Ye Hongwen inquiringly, did Teacher Ye have a girlfriend?

Ye Hongwen shook his head and rejected Lin Miaomiao's proposal to change tables, picked up his chopsticks and said, "Let's eat."

She had fulfilled her master's duty, but he didn't like it, and Lin Miaomiao didn't bother to say any more. She was in a complicated mood now. If Ye Hongwen really had a girlfriend, it would be hard to mention her small thoughts.

While thinking wildly, Lin Youyou interrupted her thoughts, "Sister, don't you know that you have to take care of your younger brother?"

Lin Miaomiao came back to her senses and asked, "Then how should I take care of it?"

"You are so stupid," Lin Youyou looked at her with disgust, "Of course you want to pick up food for me, I can't pick up the things in that jar!"

Lin Miaomiao: ...

　I'm not in a good mood today, so I'll add an update temporarily.Difficulty with your own manuscript...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)