"The host gets [initial task]."

"Tip: As a kitchen apprentice, you should go independent and make a dish that satisfies yourself and your guests."

“Reward: Recipe “Magic Mapo Tofu” (blue).”

Hey.

Xia Yu was happily lamenting the welfare of the time traveler, but unexpectedly, the chef god system issued a task to him.

Initial task, make a dish?

Not difficult!

Xia Yu immediately grinned, but the system reminded him coldly: "You must get the satisfaction of the guests to be considered as completing the task."

"Guest? Where did the guests come from?" Xia Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

His Chinese cuisine restaurant is rarely opened once a month. It is not too remote, but the old man has a weird temper and a fierce and evil spirit. Who will come to have a meal over time?

Xia Yu also tried to attract customers, but the old man had only a simple evaluation of his behavior: he had no use for eggs.

It was very vulgar, but Xia Yu dared to touch his conscience and said that this was definitely the original words, without any added fuel to the fire.

He lamented in his heart why he had an old hooligan, but Xia Yu didn't dare to spend too long upstairs. He hurriedly put a band sticker on the wound of his palm, took off his school uniform, changed into a work clothes that were washed white and slightly sweaty, and ran downstairs.

Sitting on the small bench, Xia Yu began to process the ingredients.

In fact, he handles a lot of ingredients every night, including big fish and meat, and of course various fruits and vegetables. Every evening, Xia Yu came back from school and saw ingredients piled up in the kitchen corner, but he had never seen a supplier who brought the ingredients.

Also, although the shop has no business, the food consumption is very terrible. Xia Yu was surprised and puzzled at the beginning, looking for the answers openly and secretly, but later he gradually became too lazy to think about it.

In my heart, this is called "the second of the incredible events of Xia's Chinese Cuisine Restaurant" by Xia Yu.

One of the incredible events was of course the jar and the strange stones in the jar.

"Bang"

A large lump of fresh and fat beef was thrown on a large cutting board. Xia Yu routinely sharpened his knife and stood in front of the cutting board with a shiny knife.

Cutting beef requires skills, and Xia Yu has mastered this technique for a long time. As the saying goes, cut cattle, sheep, and pigs horizontally. He put the knife at a place with a vertical pattern of beef ninety degrees. With one knife, the large circle of beef separated.

Cut the whole piece of meat into circles, and then you have to divide the labor again. Some beef is intended to be fried raw, while some have to be cut into pieces and shredded for other dishes.

This step was advanced, but with a refrigerator, you don’t have to worry about the meat losing its freshness. Xia Yu packed and sorted the cut beef, stuffed it into the freezer, and then processed the marine fresh food.

The fish need to scrape the scales and remove the gills and the treatment of shellfish and seafood is a little more troublesome. Xia Yu put them into several large buckets in different categories. He turned around and took edible salt at the kitchen counter and sprinkled some into each bucket. Then he took a bottle of vegetable oil and poured a little oil into the bucket. No need to do more, the vegetable oil just happened to cover the water surface.

As we all know, oil floats on the water to isolate oxygen. When fresh shellfish in the bucket is deficient in oxygen, it will open the body to breathe a lot and constantly spit out fine sand. In this way, guests will not have to eat sand after cooking. The taste is whispered.

After a busy life, it was midnight. The antique wall clock hanging on the store made a very rhythmic ringing sound.

"call……"

He took off his apron and kneaded the apron covered with various sewage and blood into a ball and threw it in the bathroom. Xia Yu then made a basin of clean water in the bathroom, and began to jump up and down the store, wiping the tables and chairs.

The sound of a spatula came from the other end of the kitchen. Xia Yu looked up and glanced back. As expected, the old man started to heat the pot. Every time this was Xia Yu's happiest moment of the day!

Finally, there is no need to chew the bread from the shop street, there is a fresh and hot midnight snack to eat!

At this moment, Xia Yu was urged to cry and worked even more vigorously. He pricked up his ears and listened to the movements in the kitchen.

Bang.

Soon, two large bowls of steaming pasta were placed on the counter. The old man took off his chef's hat and said lightly: "Take it--"

Xia Yu immediately came over and brought one of the bowls of noodles to him.

There will naturally be no tables and chairs in a narrow store. If you have watched the TV series "Late Night Cafeteria", it will not be difficult for the pattern of a small store to come to mind.

The midnight snack is a bowl of clear soup ramen. The old man thought very carefully and did not add any other ingredients to stimulate the stomach. The soup noodles were filled with light oil and chopped green onions, and then a few slices of beef slices that were frying just right, with a full color, aroma and flavor.

The fragrance spread in the store. Xia Yu held the chopsticks in his hand, folded his palms together, and looked pious: "I'm starting to move!"

If you lower your head, you will eat voraciously.

After a few bites of noodles, a bite of soup, the hot food flowed into the throat and intestines. Xia Yu couldn't help but look up and sighed: "This is the food..."

He kneeled in front of the old man's cooking skills more than once.

The old man's midnight snacks are almost every day, which is also Xia Yu's most sumptuous meal every day. Others, such as breakfast, Chinese food, dinner, haha, the first two meals are solved on the way to school or in the school shop, and the next one is solved on the way when he comes back from school.

If it weren't for the big up-to-date snack, Xia Yu would have gone on strike long ago!

No matter in past and present life, Xia Yu dares to say that he has never eaten any better food than the old man. Noodle soup is just one of the old man's unique skills.

What made Xia Yu most memorable is that the seafood dumplings I ate about half a year ago, but now when I think back, my taste buds secrete a lot of saliva. Xia Yu sluggishly, quickly killed a large bowl of noodles, then pushed the empty bowl away, reached out to the counter to get another bowl of noodles, but found the chirping sound of sucking came beside him.

His face suddenly looked ugly.

The face of labor and capital!

Looking at the empty counter and looking at the guests sitting next to him and eating a bowl of noodles at some point, Xia Yu couldn't help but look up at the ceiling, trying not to let tears in the corners of his eyes overflow.

“Delicious, delicious!”

What’s even more excessive about this customer is that he still praises him while eating, “It’s worthy of being Boss Xia’s craftsmanship. Haha, I’m blessed tonight!”

A mouthful of Chinese, which is not fluent, let Xia Yu know that this rude guy is Japanese. He has hardly seen a Japanese who is so familiar and eats other people's things on his own. For Japanese people, it is a mistake to cause trouble to others. Now, food being stolen is no longer as simple as trouble, full of resentment!

Hey.

Xia Yu's eyebrows moved.

After looking over, he realized that this guy was really weird. He was wearing a detective-like black coat, a black hat, and a collar erected high.

Do you want to have another cigarette gun prop?

Logically speaking, eating noodles like this would definitely be sweating. After all, the store was narrow and it was a bit stuffy without a fan. However, when this guy finished a bowl of noodles and touched his stomach, Xia Yu did not notice any signs of sweat on his exposed skin.

Recognizing his gaze, the guest finally looked up and smiled at him.

Middle-aged man is so elegant and handsome.

The veins on the forehead were thrusting. Xia Yu resisted the urge to punch him and said expressionlessly: "You have scallions on your teeth..."

"Yeah?"

After eating, the middle-aged man looked elegant and calm. Hearing this, he took a toothpick at the counter, gently picked off the chopped green onions and stuck them on a tissue, got up and threw the crumpled tissue back into the trash can, and sat back.

Then, the middle-aged man looked at Xia Yu with an interested look.

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Chapter completed!