In the past few years, there had also been some popular merchants, and those bosses were proud of being crowded.
The more crowded it was, the more popular it was. With the addition of herd mentality, it could also attract more customers. Therefore, every year at the Gourmet Food Conference, all the major merchants would find some actors to perform a show of crowded stalls to attract more customers.
They had never seen a shop push away the surrounding customers, let alone ask customers to line up to buy something.
But Mamy's did it, and there were so many customers who were cooperating?
"President, will this affect the conference? Do we need to intervene? "The staff quickly walked to Robert and asked.
"No need. Rules and order are the characteristics of Mamy's. Letting customers dine elegantly and calmly is something that every merchant should learn." Robert shook his head and looked at the stalls that were gradually surrounded by the crowd. He frowned slightly and said, "The atmosphere of the Gourmet Food Conference has been too impatient these years. Some merchants have even forgotten that the taste of the food is their core competitiveness. Deceiving customers will only discredit the Gourmet Food Conference."
"But —"
"Find two staff members to guide the customers of Mamy's to line up. As long as they don't affect the normal entry and exit of other customers, give them the maximum freedom." Robert interrupted him.
"Yes." The staff members quickly left.
Meg smiled at the cooperative customers and said with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation. Now, please order according to the order."
"Mamy's mode is indeed the most comfortable." Harrison, who consciously gave way to the ladies in the third row, smiled and looked at Meg with admiration.
"I want a set of octopus balls, but Master Chef, is it true that you want to teach on the spot? Will you really make the recipe public and teach on the spot? " A young woman in the front row looked at Meg with admiration. "I often go to Mamy's to eat. I'm your loyal fan."
The ladies in the line all looked interested. Even if they had not eaten at Mamy's, they had more or less heard of this restaurant.
If she could learn a high-class dish from this chef, then she would have one more thing to show off in front of her best friends. She would also be able to conquer her husband's stomach with delicious food.
"Yes. Today, I will announce the recipes of the four dishes and conduct on-site teaching." Meg nodded his head. He also had some impressions of this regular customer of the restaurant.
Meg snapped his fingers, and a giant virtual screen appeared above Amy's stall. The screen was showing the real-time image of what was happening at the stall.
This was a technique commonly used in large-scale competitions. By combining a Shadow Recording Stone with a small magic array, the recording could be transmitted in real time. Unfortunately, due to the size of the magic array, the recording could only be transmitted over a short distance.
"Wow! Isn't this boss too hardcore?! "
"That's so sweet! Are you afraid that we won't be able to learn it? "
At the back of the line, the customers who were originally worried that they couldn't see Meg's cooking clearly couldn't help but exclaim softly.
"I also want a small portion of octopus balls."
"One octopus ball."
…
The customers ordered their dishes in order. Many ladies had already eaten breakfast before they left, so they only ordered octopus balls. Those like Harrison, who ordered a portion of everything and two bowls of rice, were mostly men, or regular customers of the restaurant who came specifically for breakfast.
"Today, I will only make four dishes with octopus as the main ingredient. The first dish is octopus balls. The ingredients required are onion, cabbage, red pepper, octopus tentacles …" Meg used a magic loudspeaker. His voice wasn't very loud, but it was enough for the customers who were looking up at the giant screen to hear him. He began the on-site teaching.
The vegetables were cut into fine pieces by a broad kitchen knife. Although the speed was reduced so that everyone could see clearly, the exquisite knife skills still made the housewives' faces glow.
After the vegetables were cut, Meg went on to teach everyone how to mix the octopus ball paste. From the choice of flour to the ratio of eggs to water, he explained very carefully. It was easy to understand as he explained.
"The ingredients required to make octopus balls are ready. Now, we will officially start making octopus balls. First, turn on the stove and preheat this special pot for octopus balls for a while. Then, pour an appropriate amount of oil into it. Use a ladle to scoop a spoonful of the paste, and pour it into these small holes one by one …"
Mag's movements were very smooth, and it didn't affect his operation at all when he was explaining. He covered the vegetables and octopus tentacles on the batter, and then poured another layer of batter that was almost flush with the edge of the plate. He used a bamboo skewer to draw on the plate, and then quickly flipped the half-formed octopus balls one by one. The golden octopus balls were presented in front of everyone.
Not only were the customers in line in front of the stall intoxicated, but the customers who came in from the entrance also unconsciously slowed down. Even the customers at the other stalls couldn't help but look back at the huge screen.
Meg was like a swordsman with a kitchen knife, showing his superb and delicate skills on the roasting plate. The huge screen made him the only protagonist.
The golden octopus balls began to emit a tempting fragrance.
"The octopus balls are so cute … slurp."
"I didn't expect that cooking could be so charming. This chef is so handsome!"
"He's handsome, good at cooking, and gentle in his speech. He's just according to my standards for a spouse!"
"I feel that as long as I have this roasting plate, I can make the same octopus balls."
Some people couldn't help but swallow their saliva while looking at the octopus balls. Some people couldn't help but swallow their saliva while looking at Meg.
The line in front of the stall silently increased by a lot.
"When the octopus balls are roasted to a golden color, you can feel that the outer shell is a little hard when you tap it with a bamboo stick. Pick it up with a bamboo stick and put it on the plate. This octopus ball is considered a success." Meg picked up four octopus balls and put them in a small wooden box. He personally handed it to the first customer who ordered and reminded with a smile, "It's a little hot when it's just out of the pot. Please be careful when you eat."
"Thank you." The young woman's face was slightly red. She carefully took the octopus balls. Even her husband hadn't spoken to her so gently for a long time.
"I thought this chef was very good. He looks so slow. He's just so-so."
"Yeah, I feel like I can do it too."
The onlooking customers were jealous.
In order to teach the customers in detail, Meg only made a pot of octopus balls for the first round. After putting them on the plates one by one, Yabemiya passed the octopus balls to the customers.
"Now, let's review it." As Meg spoke, he turned on the fire of the three stoves. Then, he scooped a big ladle of paste with a soup ladle and casually poured it on the roasting plate.
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