After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Six o'clock sharp.

The wooden door opened precisely on the inside.

Su Xiaoxiao came out wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and hung the small blackboard on the wooden frame by the door.

"The door is open. Please come in in order, bosses." Su Xiaoxiao stepped aside.

The group quickly surged into the hall, where the warmth instantly dispelled the chill from everyone.

Li Dayong skillfully sat down in his usual spot and called out loudly, "Little girl, the usual! Lamb hot pot, three cups of soy milk, and a serving of Snow Jade Apples!"

"Okay, Mr. Li!" Su Xiaoxiao placed the order quickly.

In the open kitchen.

Lin Fan stood in front of the control panel, his expression calm.

With a slight thought, the passive skill he had just acquired, [Multiple Controls], naturally began to operate.

Several clear lines of thought seemed to appear in my mind, and my control over the entire kitchen reached an unprecedented level of precision.

Holding a fruit knife in his right hand, he flicked his wrist and with a few crisp "snap snap snap" sounds, a snow-white and lustrous apple was precisely cut into even crescent shapes, the tiny core was removed, and it landed steadily on a white porcelain plate.

At the same time, his left hand had already opened the valve of the thermos next to him, and the hot and rich soy milk was smoothly poured into the white porcelain cup, filling it to exactly eight-tenths full, no more and no less.

On the other side, a copper pot filled with spiritual spring water was bubbling and boiling on the stove, and he controlled the water temperature with perfect precision using his senses.

Cutting fruit, blending, and cooking – these were originally tedious steps that required alternation, but with the help of multiple controls, they flowed smoothly, several times faster than usual.

It's important to know that the worst thing you can do in the kitchen is to be distracted by two things at once.

As the saying goes, "One should never leave the stove, nor take one's eyes off the knife."

When tossing the food in a wok over high heat, if you're even half a second too slow, the food will burn.

When slicing or dicing on a cutting board, if your attention is slightly distracted, the blade can easily peel off a layer of skin from your fingers.

Not to mention simultaneously monitoring the drastically different water temperatures, heat levels, and cooking times in several pots.

Any experienced chef who has worked in a kitchen for a few years knows that the risk of making a mistake doubles when one person operates an extra stove.

If you want to speed up food preparation while ensuring food quality, there is no other way but to add more staff.

Each line of thought precisely corresponds to a set of hand movements and the perception of temperature.

His right hand held the knife, slicing the apple. The blade moved swiftly along the texture of the apple flesh, the force and thickness of each cut perfectly measured.

With his left hand, he opens the valve to receive the liquid. He doesn't even need to keep his eyes on the liquid surface at the mouth of the cup. He can judge the precise number of milliliters simply by the sound of the water flowing in and the vibration of the container.

The boiling temperature of the copper pot on the raging stove and the subtle changes in the rising steam were all clearly presented in his mind.

What would normally require two or three skilled kitchen helpers working together to barely manage preparing breakfast at a regular restaurant, he could do alone here.

The overall food preparation efficiency increased several times over.

"Serve the food."

Lin Fan spoke calmly as he put down the tray in his hand.

Lin Yi quickly stepped forward, steadily picked up the tray with both hands, and delivered it to each table with light and steady steps.

Just as Li Dayong was dipping his mutton into boiling water for seven seconds and popping it into his mouth, Lin Yi had already neatly arranged the sliced ​​snow jade apples and hot soy milk in the center of the table.

"The food was served really fast today!" Li Dayong couldn't help but praise as he chewed on the juicy mutton.

After finishing a whole plate of lamb and drinking most of a cup of thick soy milk, Li Dayong leaned back in his chair, feeling a bit heavy and bloated in his stomach. He picked up a small wooden fork next to him, stuck a piece of snow-white apple in it, and put it in his mouth.

"Click."

The crisp cracking sound was particularly noticeable in the hall.

The thin, cicada-wing-like peel offered no resistance whatsoever, and the flesh burst open between your teeth, instantly filling your mouth with cool, sweet juice.

Without a trace of rough fiber, it turns into a sweet juice after a few chews and is swallowed.

The greasy and heavy feeling left from eating mutton was completely washed away by this pure coolness.

"That's great!" Li Dayong wiped his mouth and exclaimed sincerely, "After eating hot meat, this bite makes my whole stomach feel so clean and refreshed."

Chairman Chen ate two pieces as well, nodding and smiling, "Boss Lin's menu design is indeed ingenious, refreshing and cleansing, impeccable."

The two of them fought over the apples and finished the plate clean in less than half a minute.

On the other side of the hall, several college students finished their soy milk, their palms warm and their minds clear.

After sharing a plate of snow-white apples that the group had chipped in to order, they felt even more relaxed. They packed their bags, paid the bill, and hurried to the school's examination hall.

No need to take up seats, fast food service, and quick table turnover.

In just half an hour, the guests in the hall came and went in waves.

The two hundred cups of soy milk, one hundred servings of mutton hot pot, and dozens of servings of Xueyu apples prepared at the morning market were completely sold out.

Su Xiaoxiao went outside and marked the items listed on the blackboard as sold out.

Su Xiaoxiao and Lin Yi quickly tidied up the tables and chairs and mopped the floor.

Lin Fan then began preparing ingredients for the lunch service in the kitchen without stopping.

Black mountain pork belly is diced and simmered into a sauce, snow-covered beef brisket is cut into chunks and stewed into a soup, and Xiangshui tribute rice is steamed in a large pot.

Thanks to his newly acquired control skills, Lin Fan's hands flew, and he was able to process the ingredients much faster.

The lunch service started on time.

Diners who had been waiting outside poured into the hall, and the whole restaurant began to bustle with activity.

"Boss, a large bowl of beef brisket noodles, please!"

"I'd like a plate of the 'Heartbreakingly Delicious' fried rice!"

"I'd like a basket of golden crab roe soup dumplings!"

Orders flew into the kitchen like snowflakes.

Lin Fan stood in front of the control panel, and the passive skill of the master chef, [Multiple Controls], was activated to its peak.

His hands moved incredibly fast.

On the left stove, egg fried rice is being stir-fried over high heat. The iron wok is flipping and turning, and the rice grains are distinct under the golden egg liquid. It is then tossed and served after thirty seconds.

In the large soup pot in the middle, thin noodles are rolling in boiling water. With a flick of the chopsticks, they fall perfectly into the large bowl. With the left hand, a spoonful of rich, amber-colored beef brisket broth is scooped up and poured over the noodles, topped with several large pieces of stewed, tender beef brisket.

On the right-hand steamer, steam billows, precisely controlling the heat of the soup dumplings to the optimal point of bursting with juice. Once the time is up, the right hand directly lifts the lid and takes them out of the steamer.

One person, three stoves.

Lin Fan's food preparation speed was more than twice as fast as usual.

As soon as the diners in the hall sat down and took out their phones, steaming hot noodles and fried rice were already served in front of them.

Diners were engrossed in their food, slurping and chewing sounds filling the air. They finished eating, wiped their mouths, and left; the turnover rate in the hall was astonishingly fast.

11:30.

Only half an hour had passed.

As the last spoonful of rich beef brisket broth was poured into the noodle bowl, all the ingredients prepared at noon were completely gone.

Sold out for today.

Su Xiaoxiao stood outside the gate and hung the familiar wooden sign on the shelf.

She looked at the empty street outside the door, then glanced down at the time on her watch, feeling completely dazed.

"So...it's all sold out?"