Waitstaff don't need to handle complicated procedures; just helping out when the kitchen is overwhelmed, or when there's nothing to do in the front, is enough.
The main tasks are things like peeling vegetables, which anyone can do.
According to Zhao Shun's requirement, sesame paste can indeed be blended with a machine, but there's a subtle difference between machine-made and handcrafted flavors.
It's like making dumpling or bun skins; machine-made ones are never as tasty as handmade.
"Lin, are these fish enough? If not, I'll have more prepared for you!"
John, who was wandering back and forth in front of the chefs' table, was beaming from ear to ear, watching as they gutted and sliced the troublesome creatures that had previously been a headache for him, into translucent thin slices. He couldn't help but drool.
He had tasted the black fish several times before, and it was indeed quite good, but only when made by Lin Chen.
He couldn't replicate that delicious flavor himself.
