Location: Fat Chef Dormitory, Deep Purple Arena. []
Characters: The chief inquisitor Xiaoxiao, the prisoner Fat Chef.
Xiaoxiao's face was white, yellow, green and red. She was sitting on the fat chef's bed covered with smelly socks and dirty underwear. She was stroking the body of the fat chef's lover. Every time she touched it, the color on her face changed. It changes once, it's really magical.
The fat chef stood obediently in front of Xiaoxiao, not annoyed at all by Xiaoxiao playing with his 'lover'. Instead, he nodded and bowed with a slave look on his face, which made Xiaoxiao even more angry.
¡°What is this?¡± Xiaoxiao put the ¡®lover¡¯ in front of the fat chef and said in the solemn voice unique to law enforcement officers.
"Knife." The fat chef said honestly, if he didn't say that the knife was his lover.
"What is this?" Xiaoxiao pointed to the section below his head and asked again. Now the little voice was not simply serious, but serious with fear, fear with fear, fear with fear. anger.
"Neck." The fat chef continued to nod and bend, playing the role of a pickpocket brought into the police station with great prowess.
"You also know this is the neck." Xiaoxiao waved the Fat Chef's knife vigorously: "You know how sharp this knife is, and you also know how strong you are. Do you think my neck is made of steel or diamonds? ?Thank you for not cutting it down with this knife. What would be the consequences if you cut it down?"
"A scar as big as the mouth of a bowl. No, your neck is thick, so you might have a scar as big as the mouth of a jar."
"Your sister, your uncle, your grandma! No matter how thick my neck is, it's not as thick as yours, you hyperthyroidism patient." Xiaoxiao is completely crazy. He has been pampered since he was a child, and his little finger has never been broken. Said someone put a knife to his neck. A few minutes ago, watching the fat chef swing his knife, Xiaoxiao seemed to feel his soul floating out. After being so frightened, the person involved still joked as if nothing had happened. Xiaoxiao felt that she couldn't bear it anymore.
Xiao Xiao was about to get mad when he saw the fat chef sitting next to him with a smile and snatching the knives away. Xiao Xiao was frightened again.
The fat chef didn't mean to chop Xiaoxiao, but hugged Xiaoxiao's shoulders: "Stop making trouble, I'm here to help you. In fact, I wanted to scare you at that time. I have been playing with knives for more than 20 years." Year, this knife is just like my arm. It can cut meat on the back of your hand without any problem. Even if I swing it on your neck with all my strength, it will ensure that your skin is not broken. What's more, if I just put it down gently, who knows? You are so timid, I scared you into this."
Seeing that Xiaoxiao was still silent, the fat chef also felt that his joke was a bit too much. Few ordinary people could withstand such a scare, and probably not even Liu Liantao, let alone this silly little fat man. The fat chef liked the silly little fat guy very much. He felt bad about it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, I'll cook you two dishes. Just tell me what you want to eat. I'll treat it as a shock to you."
Xiaoxiao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly jumped up: "Two dishes are not enough, just a banquet!"
"It's definitely not possible to have a banquet. Do you want to support yourself to death and exhaust me to death?" The fat chef suddenly felt something was wrong: "Aren't you scared? Why are you so excited when you hear about eating?"
Xiaoxiao chuckled and said, "I was just scared so I had to eat more to replenish my energy. There is no need to discuss the banquet."
"No need to discuss?" the fat chef asked.
"No need to discuss!" Xiao Xiao said decisively.
"Then get out of here!" After saying this, the fat chef threw the knife to the bedside and lay back down.
Xiaoxiao was stunned. He was indeed frightened at the time, but he did that just to make the fat chef feel guilty and help him prepare a banquet. Otherwise, if he wanted this super lazy guy to help him, he would have to waste a lot of time and sign a lot of contracts. Unequal treaties. Xiaoxiao didn't know that Fat Chef had such a cool and unrestrained personality, he would just do it if he said he didn't want to do it, and he wouldn't give any discounts.
Xiaoxiao panicked and quickly begged softly: "Big fat, fat brother, help brother."
"I'll cook four dishes for you. You can order whatever you want. You can't even eat a banquet, right?"
Xiaoxiao knew that if he didn¡¯t tell the truth, he would never be able to beg this great god, so he immediately told the story of yesterday¡¯s experience and psychological struggle.
After Xiao Xiao finished the novel, the fat chef sat up straight, with a rare serious look on his face. Xiao Xiao thought the fat chef was thinking about what to cook, but the fat chef said, "Isn't that Ping Yang pretty?"
Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment and quickly replied: "Beautiful! Beautiful, fierce and coquettish, definitely delicious!"
"No matter how delicious it is, I can't stand it" The fat chef yawned.
When Xiaoxiao heard what the fat chef said, he thought he was unwilling to help, so he quickly begged: "Fat brother, fat uncle, fat master"
? ??Did I say I wouldn¡¯t help you? Although I have no role to play, I¡¯m glad that I can help you create some drama as an older brother! This time I¡¯m going to show off my skills to you. Isn¡¯t it just to make a banquet that¡¯s several levels better than what you had before? It¡¯s too simple. By the way, where did you eat there? "
Xiaoxiao burst into tears of gratitude. If he was a woman, he would probably marry her. When the fat chef asked, Xiaoxiao quickly replied: "I remember the name of the hotel. The Chengdu Hotel in Chengdu is very beautifully decorated and of high quality. "
"It's not just that the quality is not low." The fat chef muttered: "How does the food taste?"
"Excellent." Xiaoxiao's face was full of aftertaste and regret, and asked himself: "How drunk was I at that time, how could I say such stupid things?"
Hearing the words "excellent" from the novel, the fat chef's face suddenly became extremely serious: "Isn't the chef who cooks for you named Shu?"
"I don't know. Anyway, Redondo boasted about the chef that day, gave him a bunch of titles, and said that if the chef hadn't been his uncle, and if he hadn't had his face, he would never have cooked that table for us. Big Fatty, when you chefs work in a restaurant, do you still have the freedom to do whatever you want without being forced to do anything you don¡¯t want?¡±
"You stupid eggplant, you don't know anything and you still cause trouble." The fat chef slapped Xiaoxiao on the forehead.
This slap made Xiaoxiao dumbfounded: "What's wrong?"
"The person who cooked for you that day was a master. If it weren't for the sake of his nephew's face, he wouldn't have paid any attention to you little brats. You don't know how to thank me and you still talk nonsense. What else is it to be stupid?"
"More master than you?" Xiaoxiao was really shocked. Fat Chef is definitely at the top of the food chain in the culinary world. What kind of person does he have to be to be called a master?
"Let's put it this way." The fat chef organized his words: "Prepare the best ingredients for me, and I can make a banquet that is no worse than him, at most no worse than him. If you want to be several times better than him, you have to ask Yi Come on."
"Who is Yi Ya?"
"The ancestor of our chef is of the same generation as Confucius."
Xiaoxiao was startled and asked quickly: "Big Fatty, you can't make a better banquet than that master, but you can always make a banquet that is unforgettable for us."
"That's no problem." The fat chef is extremely confident in his professional field.
He breathed a small sigh of relief: "None of us are professional gourmets. At most, we can think that the food is delicious, extremely delicious. Two cooking masters made two dishes for us respectively, and we can only taste that they are both delicious. As for You can never tell the difference between good and bad. As long as they are amazed by your food, Fat Brother, then we will have succeeded, and we will not break our promise."
Xiaoxiao patted his chest: "Brother Fatty, tell me what ingredients you want. I'll go out and buy them right away. Money is not an issue."
The fat chef glanced at the layman: "Money is not the problem, the key is that you can't buy it even if you have money."
Seeing Xiao Xiao's confusion, the Fat Chef explained: "Why do those top restaurants dare to sell two taels of beef for the price of a cow? It's because their chefs are good, it's because they are famous, and it's because their decoration is good. It¡¯s also because their ingredients are really good. Those top restaurants have their own channels for purchasing ingredients, and almost nothing they use can be purchased in the market.¡±
"Ah!" Xiaoxiao's mouth widened.
The fat chef said seriously: "Let me tell you something, you must know Mapo Tofu. All Sichuan chefs can make this dish. Chili, Sichuan pepper, and pepper are the most critical seasonings of Mapo Tofu. Ingredients. These three peppers are common, but do you know which place and which month to use the peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, and peppers to create the best taste? Small details such as where the ingredients grow and the month they are picked are completely unnecessary in your eyes Think about it, but if we don¡¯t consider this small detail, it means that the food we make is garbage. The profession of chef is far from being as simple as you think. To a certain extent, this is art."
"I don't think being a chef is easy. I always think that all professions are extremely difficult to the highest level, and it's the same in Dota." Xiaoxiao asked the fat chef: "Big Fat, after talking so much, can you still do this banquet?" "
"We definitely can't make them feel amazing by making an ordinary banquet. We have to find another way."
"What Qiao Jing?" Xiao Xiao was puzzled.
¡°Making something with no technical content into something with technical content is called Qiao Jing.¡±
Xiaoxiao thinks it makes sense: "What do you want to do?"
¡°Shabu-boiled mutton!¡±
"You cut it?" Xiaoxiao looked a little wrong.
"It's made by a machine, so why should I waste my efforts? Children, don't be fooled by the purely handmade products all over the world. There are many purely handmade things, but they may not be much better than those made on the assembly line. Since we lifeIn a technological society, we must make reasonable use of the conveniences technology brings us, otherwise we are pedantic, do you understand? "
"I understand you, uncle!" Xiao Xiao stood up with a sigh and picked up the long bone-cutting knife on the head of the bed: "I said you were rambling here and there, why do you make a simple thing so complicated? You are If you want to be lazy, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will give you a red knife that goes in and a white knife that comes out."
The fat chef said with a smile: "I can help you regain your face without any effort. Why not? Put down the knife first. I promise to make it unique for you and surprise them."
"Xiaoxiao didn't listen to the fat chef's nonsense, but still held the knife tightly in his hand and asked: "How to do it, you tell me."
"The most important thing is that you need to help me, and you have to use your connections." The fat chef asked, "You have a good relationship with Li Xiaoyang, right?"