As an outsider, Xia Yu saw it clearly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He tasted the food, and it can be rated as delicious.

Therefore, he can conclude that these three guys are obviously premeditated, whether it is extortion or other purposes, and the motives are not pure anyway.

Blame the middle-aged chef for having too little experience.

"If you say qualified, you are qualified? I only believe in the inspectors of the food association!" The bald diner who provoked trouble couldn't help but shout when he saw that it was a teenager who had not grown any hair.

"Okay. ”

Xia Yu ignored this guy, brought the plate to the two Chinese female tourists, winked at them, and said in standard Chinese: "Two young ladies, do a little favor, taste this dish, and say your most truthful evaluation." ”

"Oh, by the way, if you're satisfied, say it out loud in English-"

Hearing Chinese in a foreign country, moreover, it was this kind of emergency, the two female tourists woke up from their confusion, looked at each other, and nodded in unison.

One with chopsticks and the other with a fork, each swallowed a piece of flatly cut beef, and as they chewed and swallowed slowly, there was no unpalatable painful expression, on the contrary, there was a little surprise.

The cute female tourist with a round face put down her fork and said, "It's delicious!"

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered Xia Yu's advice just now, faced the middle-aged chef in the restaurant, gave a thumbs up and repeated, her face flushed, "delicious!"

"Delicious!

Another young lady also commented that although she was not as exaggerated as her companion's performance, she couldn't fake a surprised smile.

The middle-aged chef of the restaurant was stunned, and the eyes of the troublesome diners flickered.

"Look......"

Xia Yu spread his hands, "These are two Chinese tourists, if you don't believe their evaluation, we can take the plate outside and find passers-by to evaluate." ”

"You can even call someone from the Food Association. Xia Yu looked at the troublesome diners, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes, and pressed his hand on the chef's shoulder, constantly signaling him to calm down.

The waiters cast admiring and respectful glances at him.

Thinking, clear organization, and sophisticated handling techniques.

It's hard to believe it's a teenager.

"You think I wouldn't dare?"

The bald diner screamed, dialed quickly, then sneered, and deliberately turned on the speakerphone button, allowing a slow beep to come out.

Cold sweat ran down his forehead and down his chin.

The middle-aged chef stretched out his hand, opened his mouth as if to plead, and put his hand on his shoulder, and patted him at this time. Xia Yu handed the uncle a glance signal, "Trust me!"

"Hey!" the middle-aged chef also gave up, his shoulders slumped, and his face was gloomy.

Regarding the performance of the middle-aged chef, Xia Yu has only one evaluation in his heart: he is anxious and chaotic.

On the one hand, it is because of this middle-aged chef's lack of experience, coupled with his personality that is more cowardly and excited, and he is easy to be taken advantage of.

On the other hand, it is Japan in this parallel time and space that the status of gastronomy associations is too high.

The current gastronomic association is basically controlled by Yuanyue graduates, and the inspectors and judges are all professional chefs, and the government only installs some officials to handle daily affairs within the association.

Seriousness and rigor are the tenets of the gastronomic association.

No restaurant wants to be labeled "unqualified" by the inspectors of the gastronomic association, which could result in being ordered to close for rectification or even lose their chef's license. What's more, the news was exposed by the food media, public opinion was overwhelming, restaurants could not be opened, chefs could not do it, and their livelihoods were completely cut off, which was very cruel.

Therefore, Xia Yu understands middle-aged chefs.

On the contrary, he doesn't feel the slightest bit of bad feeling for the guy who takes advantage of the chef's weakness and uses the food association to pull the banner and bully others.

The restaurant fell into an eerie silence.

Soon after dialing, a slow beep turned into a busy tone with no signal.

The corners of Xia Yu's mouth hooked. He was not surprised by this result, and the bald diner who had just called was not the food association's complaint hotline at all, and he could see it clearly.

The middle-aged chef also reacted, and his eyes widened angrily.

"You ......"

The bald diner put away his phone and viciously glanced at the teenager who had broken their trap. The people who do this job are very thick-skinned, even if the trap is discovered, this group of people has no intention of leaving, but sits down like hooligans.

"We're guests!" exclaimed the bald diner, "and if you pay, you're entitled to ask for a Western meal that suits your tastes!, and bring another burgundy goulash until we're satisfied!"

"Meets the taste?hehe, this is a public restaurant, not a private restaurant...... Well, I can agree to your request on your behalf. ”

Xia Yu glanced at the middle-aged chef who was wiping sweat next to him, "Can I borrow your kitchen?"

The chef's eyes widened in disbelief, "Do you know how to cook?"

"A little. ”

"Burgundy beef stew is a Western food, do you?" asked the middle-aged chef with an elegant and clean face.

"A bit of research. ”

"Uh......"

In normal times, the middle-aged chef would definitely refuse, but thinking back to the performance of the young man just now, he couldn't help blushing and decided to give this savior respect, so he gritted his teeth and said, "You come with me." ”

"Hey!"

The bald diner and his two strong accomplices shouted from behind, "Stinky boy, you think it through, if the dishes you make are not up to standard, we will complain to the Food Association!"

The waiters in the restaurant gathered together and talked a lot, with puzzles and worries written on their faces.

"Oops!"

"The chef shouldn't have promised the boy. ”

"Our chef is a student of Yuanyue, although he didn't graduate, but his strength is there, why did he give up the kitchen to a teenager?"

The two Chinese ladies didn't understand, and when they saw Xia Yu walking into the back kitchen of the Western restaurant leisurely, they looked at each other in amazement.

rear kitchen.

The furnishings inside are clean and tidy, giving people a refreshing feeling and no greasy smell.

"What do I call you?" asked the middle-aged chef.

"Xia Yu. ”

"Hideki Kasumigaoka, please take care of me. The middle-aged chef said politely, much to the surprise of the other two kitchen assistants.

"You guys go and prepare the ingredients for a burgundy beef stew for 3 people!"

Chef Kasumigaoka beckoned the two assistant chefs, looked back, and saw Xia Yu in front of the sink, seriously washing his hands, as if he was fasting, extremely pious, and did not let go of any possible dirt.

Keeping your hands clean is a must-have etiquette for chefs.

Seeing this, Kasumigaoka Chef Mo Mingma was much more relieved, and thought, "Maybe he can surprise us?"

The cooks bring the beef, striped bacon cubes and other trimmings such as onions and carrots to the counter and clean them.

"Go and prepare the exact same ingredients. ”

When Xia Yu was wearing an apron and a kitchen hat, he casually instructed the two assistant chefs.

Facing the puzzled gazes of the assistant chef and the chef of Kasumigaoka, Xia Yu smiled, "I'm still hungry, and the two female tourists outside haven't eaten any food, so let's just solve it together." Hopefully my burgundy beef stew will satisfy them. ”