System: I open an inn in the desert

Although it was still early, Lingfeng Tower was already brightly lit.

It takes a lot of effort for a team of nearly a thousand people to just get along, but fortunately, the kitchen and the front office are two parts, and they are divided into small teams to train and familiarize themselves with the process, so the speed is not slow.

Although the restaurant is in retro style, the internal facilities are very smart.

Each kitchen has its own access to the accompanying dining room.

In addition to handling some emergencies and service etiquette, what the waiters have to do is to ensure that the dishes are served to the guests' tables within a maximum of 5 minutes.

It is guaranteed to retain an invisible but intangible but real magical substance called pot gas.

The kitchen staff must get along well with each other, familiarize themselves with each other and cooperate to ensure the speed of serving food and minimize the consumption of food waste, as well as various additional issues.

This situation in the kitchen is mainly due to Boss Lin's skin-picking behavior.

Because of other people's genius plans to use their talents, the chef team that was originally well-integrated was all separated to work in the lantern market. The new and unfamiliar newcomers had to start from scratch to get used to the mature team bosses.

Moreover, the business area of ​​Lingfeng Building is so large that it is unlikely that it will be full as soon as it opens.

After all, he hasn't found the opportunity to increase the number of tourists by tens of thousands in an instant. The fixed number of tourists of several thousand is already the result of everyone's collective efforts.

So Boss Lin suddenly came up with the idea that children are the flowers of the motherland and the hope of the future, so their meals would not be too grand if the state banquet chefs took turns preparing them.

As for the older children who have attended classes for more than half a month in advance, Boss Lin said that humans who have lost the aura of cute animals will eat whatever they want...

Because of this series of things, Lingfenglou was trying dishes every day.

Flying in the sky, swimming in the water, sweet, salty, sour and spicy, from south to north, super-standard buffet, new ones are served according to the frequency of three meals a day.

Sure enough, when the two arrived, most of the steaming breakfast was already set out.

Professionals take notes while eating with a notebook, and discuss with colleagues next to them from time to time, such as reducing the salt by one point, and steaming this one for a moment longer.

The unprofessional ones were Lin Yu, who handed the child a plate and took one for himself.

He greeted the people and chatted for a few words, then turned around and greeted the child: "Xiaoyu, follow me. I heard that you came to eat on the first day. Where did you eat at other times? I was busy and forgot. Just living together and eating randomly?"

Seeing the child staring at a plate of freshly baked longan buns, Lin Yu picked up two of them: "Which one do you want to eat? Seafood porridge or pumpkin and millet porridge?"

"I didn't miss eating. My brothers and sisters helped me prepare the food and take it back." Mo Yu quickly held the plate steady: "Pumpkin porridge, and the golden ball, too. Thank you, brother."

The golden balls that children talk about are deep-fried, about the size of a baby's fist. The round golden shell is stained with crystal white sugar granules, and the slightly rose-red filling shows through. You can't tell what it is, but it must be. Sweet.

A nine-cent full bowl of pumpkin porridge was placed on the tray, and two more balls were placed in it.

It seems that children like to eat sweets.

It wasn't until the child's tray was filled to the brim that Lin Yu randomly filled his own plate, found an empty seat, took the child to sit there, and started eating face to face.

"As long as you don't forget to eat."

A white steamed bun as big as a grown man's palm was broken in half and sandwiched with fried eggs and mushroom sauce. Lin Yu took a bite, destroying the original appearance of the food, and it tasted delicious.

After taking two bites, he continued to warn: "But you are not allowed to stay up late in the future. There are still four days before the opening of the lantern market. You can design the initial style of those toys and make one, and the others can be made in the processing workshop. Moreover, the positioning of your dollhouse is different. We don’t follow the route of small profits but quick turnover. Creativity is the most precious thing. It’s not worth the punishment I have to punish you for exhausting yourself.”

The child stuffed a longan bun into his mouth and it was full. His face was stretched out and he nodded.

"Okay, let's eat. Let's talk after eating."

The two of them were very satisfied with the meal. The professionals were still discussing while eating. They had already left Lingfeng Tower feeling their round bellies.

Lin Yu, a person who loves to eat very full, raised his children to be like him.

"Xiaoyu, brother, I want to ask you something."

Lin Yu took the child for a stroll and prepared to go back. His stomach was so full that horse racing was out of the question for the time being. Let's take a walk first.

"Brother, ask."

The child also imitated his figure and walked in steps, but after all, he had good habits in the past, and soon returned to his regular walking posture.

Of course, it might also be because he didn't eat as much as Boss Lin.

"I see that most of the toys you make are made of wood, so can you make something bigger, like the wooden cow and flowing horse in our inn?"

The child nodded: "Yes, yes, but..."

He stared at his hand in distress, stretched out his fingers and made a fist, "I don't have enough strength. If I do it alone, I can only make small mechanical toys. For larger ones, I need the help of others."

"Then if this person has a basic knowledge of carpentry but doesn't know your machine skills, is that okay?"

"Okay, I used to do homework with my senior brother when I was not a teacher. Later, I moved to the capital. My parents don't know how to use the machine, but they can still help. Like the machine bird in the store, it's me. I designed and polished the parts, and then my parents helped me assemble them together. And..."

The two walked and chatted, and soon arrived at the dollhouse.

Mo Yu showed Lin Yu the mechanisms on the walls, the floor and even the booth.

It almost subverted Lin Yu's original idea of ​​the mechanism. Compared with the simple secret rooms in the TV series such as rotating vases and bookshelves, those adults' creativity looked more like children's toys.

Lin Yu's eyes were opened and he became more convinced of his idea.

He bowed slightly, his eyes were level with Mo Yu's, and he solemnly discussed: "Xiao Yu, brother, I have something to discuss with you. Can you think it over carefully and tell me whether you agree or not?"

"Okay, brother, tell me."

"It's like this. There is a brother named Gao Jianmu in the inn. He likes carpentry very much but has no teacher. The things he makes are like this..." Lin Yu found the photo of the car he took when planting the rose garden and handed it to the child, then Said: "If possible, can you..."

"Brother, do you want me to teach him the art of mechanism? That's okay." The child looked at the photos carefully before returning the phone to Lin Yu, and readily agreed.

This time it was Lin Yu's turn to hesitate: "Well, don't you think about it anymore? What I mean is that you can just teach him the carpentry part. Machinery is a craft inherited from your family. If it's inconvenient, don't do it..."

Not to mention that the child's rating has reached 98 points at such a young age. In terms of mechanical skills, he is on par with the almighty Zhang Lusheng, which shows his achievements.

This level of technology can be regarded as a unique skill passed down from family, but the child agreed without hesitation.

"Brother, I know what you mean."

The child smiled, his eyes as crooked as the moon in the midnight sky.

"It is true that this craft is passed down from family to family, and there is indeed a rule that it cannot be passed on to anyone other than the children with the surname Mo. But that was in the original world, not here."

The child smiled slyly, "I'm probably dead long ago in this world, so how can I care about the next life? And I don't know how to make cold weapons or anything like that. I can only make mechanical toys, which are not very lethal. If someone can If I learn these and pass them on, then I can leave a trace in this world, and my life will not be in vain, which is good."