DreamersGN Chapter 83 Initial Success
Chapter 83 Initial Success
A series of hurried and chaotic footsteps approached.
The wooden door that had just been closed was pushed open again.
Leading the group were several familiar faces from yesterday, along with a few others who were looking around with their phones, clearly having found their way here through Lin Muyuan's tweets.
"Is this the place? It smells amazing, it's too good!" A young man wearing glasses sniffed, his eyes wide open.
"That's right, it's that Mr. Chen. Hey, look, the menu's changed today."
All eyes turned to the brand-new blackboard.
When the words "Stewed Beef Brisket with Potatoes, 58 yuan/serving" came into view, a small commotion arose in the crowd.
"58? That's gone up a bit too fast. Wasn't the shredded pork with garlic sauce only 38 yesterday?" A stylishly dressed middle-aged woman frowned slightly and muttered to herself.
"This price is almost comparable to that of a private kitchen in a shopping mall."
Although they were complaining, no one was slow to act.
The woman who complained about how "expensive" walked faster than anyone else, almost running to the cashier where Mengmeng was sitting.
As she rummaged through her bag for her phone, she called out to her companion behind her, "Hurry up! Stop calculating the bills there, or those hundred servings might not even have any soup left!"
"drop--"
"Mini payment received, 58 yuan."
The crisp voice prompts echoed throughout the store, like a rhythmic percussion ensemble.
Just moments ago, people were agreeing that it was expensive, but now their actions betray them frighteningly.
They stood in line, clutching their phones, their eyes fixed on the figures that were faintly visible behind the kitchen curtain.
"Old Wang, didn't you just say it was too extravagant? How come scanning the code isn't slow at all?" The person behind him patted the man in front of him on the shoulder and teased him loudly.
Without turning his head, Old Wang stared at the payment confirmation page on the screen and replied confidently:
"That depends on whose 58 yuan it is! If any random shop on the street dared to sell it for that price, I would have turned around and left long ago."
But this was made by Boss Chen. I still remember the taste of that shredded pork with garlic sauce from yesterday in my dreams.
"That 58 yuan bought me a keepsake, you know nothing!"
"Hahaha, Old Wang is right, that 58 yuan is worth it for those two words!"
A burst of laughter erupted, and the atmosphere in the shop became harmonious and lively.
Faced with this sudden surge of people, Su Chen, who was standing in the center of the store, froze instantly.
He wasn't unfamiliar with grand occasions; at the Su family's high-class parties, he had faced countless business elites in suits and ties.
But the scene now was completely different—dozens of pairs of eyes with a predatory look, a cacophony of urging and scanning sounds, all of which felt unfamiliar to him.
Su Chen unconsciously tightened his grip on the tray, his palms becoming sweaty.
He felt that the plans for the "service process" in his mind were like pieces of paper scattered by a strong wind, impossible to piece back together neatly.
"Relax and take a deep breath."
Chen Feng's deep voice came from behind him.
Chen Feng had just finished cooking the two new beef briskets and was taking off half of his apron when he walked over to Su Chen.
"Don't look them in the eye. I'll give you the tracking number; just pay attention to it." Chen Feng patted Su Chen's shoulder with a firm pat, calming Su Chen's wildly beating heart.
"Proceed according to the plan we just agreed on, shipping in batches. Remember, we need to control the rhythm of this store, not them."
Chen Feng glanced back at the kitchen. "If you really can't handle it, Xingruo is right behind you. And if that doesn't work, I'm here for you."
"Brother Chen, I...I understand." Su Chen pursed his lips tightly, his eyes focusing. "I can do it. I can't let Brother Qiang down."
Xingruo was standing behind the food serving area, clutching a snow-white rag tightly in her hand.
She was actually more nervous than Su Chen.
In her world, crowds have always meant judgment.
Looking at the sea of people outside, Xingruo instinctively wanted to shrink deeper into the kitchen.
But when she saw Su Chen's slightly trembling hands, a sense of responsibility welled up inside her, overwhelming her fear.
She strode forward, staring at Su Chen's retreating figure, and said in a soft but clear voice:
"Brother Su Chen, don't be afraid."
The chef has already packed all the meat; all you need to do is carry it over.
"I...I'm here too. I'll keep an eye on the order for you."
Su Chen turned around and met Xing Ruo's eyes, which held a hint of timidity yet were firm.
She was like a frightened fawn trying to comfort its companion.
"Thank you, Xingruo." Su Chen took a deep breath, and the last trace of tension in his heart completely dissipated.
He turned around and gave the first customer in line a somewhat awkward but polite smile: "Sorry to keep you waiting. May I ask what your seat number is?"
"Seat number one, three portions for the three of us!"
With the first shout, Su Chen deftly took three large porcelain bowls from the food serving area.
It was served by Chen Feng himself, and the portion was very substantial.
The rich, reddish-brown broth sloshed around the edge of the bowl, and the large chunks of beef brisket resembled half-submerged, half-floating rocks, coated with a glossy amber sheen.
The potato chunks were stewed until the edges softened slightly, releasing an overpowering sweet aroma.
Su Chen picked up the tray, and this time, his steps were very steady.
He moved quickly through the narrow gaps between the tables and chairs, his movements orderly and precise.
"Your braised beef brisket with potatoes, please enjoy."
"Clatter." The large porcelain bowl landed steadily on the table.
Next came the second table, and then the third table.
Chen Feng's anticipated method played a decisive role.
Since the braised beef brisket with potatoes was readily available, Su Chen only needed to follow the order numbers, move the food in an orderly manner, and handle some simple requests.
Gradually, Su Chen got used to the process and entered a state of great focus.
In less than ten minutes, the first batch of more than a dozen servings of braised beef brisket with potatoes were all delivered to the diners.
The entire process was very harmonious and stable.
"Hmm...this is so solid!"
Old Wang, who had just been teased, is now using a spoon to cut a piece of beef brisket.
The beef brisket was stewed until extremely tender; with a gentle press of the edge of a spoon, the meat fibers separated along the grain, revealing the pinkish core inside, soaked in the meat juices.
He didn't care that it was hot and just stuffed it into his mouth.
In that instant, his eyes widened suddenly, and his cheeks twitched violently.
"Old Wang... Old Wang, stop just shoveling rice into your mouth, say something!" A young man slammed his fist on the table.
Old Wang was holding a piece of potato in his mouth at that moment.
The potatoes had completely absorbed the rich, fatty flavor of the beef brisket, becoming soft and delicate, like a savory mousse.
He mumbled incoherently, "What's there to say? 58 yuan for this, it's worth it for me!"
The diners at the next table also fell silent.
Someone was pouring the thick, sauce-like broth over snow-white rice, stirring it rapidly with a spoon, and then shoveling it into their mouth.
The pleasure of eating meat in large bites quickly spread throughout the store.
Chen Feng leaned against the inside of the food serving area, watching Su Chen stand alone in the crowd, and smiled with relief.
"Qiangzi really deserves to lose his job this time," Chen Feng joked to Xingruo beside him.
Xingruo watched as Su Chen deftly collected the empty plates, and a relieved smile appeared on her little face.
"Brother Su Chen is amazing! He can actually remember which odd numbers are at each table," Xingruo exclaimed softly.
Mengmeng was also busy behind the cashier, her little face flushed with excitement, and she kept shouting:
"Don't rush! The meat is moving around in the pot by itself, it'll be out soon! Everyone, please don't push, there are number tags here!"
Su Chen turned around and wiped the sweat from his forehead; his collar was soaked with sweat.
Looking at the satisfied expressions on the faces of the people in front of him, he felt a great sense of accomplishment.
This feeling was no less intense than when he first carved that leaf that took him a month to complete.
He turned and glanced at Chen Feng; their eyes met.
Without saying anything more, Chen Feng simply gave him a thumbs up, then pointed to the pot, indicating that the next climax was about to begin.
Chen Feng opened the lid of the second large pot, and thick steam swept out again.
"Next batch, ready to serve!"
"Okay!" Su Chen replied, straightened his chest again, and walked towards the bustling food preparation area.