I saw the fat chef's two kitchen knives hit the world, and the two white blades danced quickly, and soon the fish and meat pieces turned into delicate meat foam!

This scene even made He Zilong inexplicably think of the Chinese idiom celebrity, Ku Ding Xie Niu!

Since ancient times, there have been many chefs in China who are skilled in knives, such as Ku Ding during the Warring States Period, it is rumored that the process of Ku Ding is clean and neat, and after the work is finished, the cow does not even know that he is dead, of course, it is difficult to do such knife work in real life.

In the case of the world-famous Peking duck, the chef not only has to cut the whole duck into 108 slices of uniform thickness, but also completes the process in 2 minutes and 30 seconds to ensure that the duck meat does not cold down and affect the taste. (Why later, when I go again, I can't see this knife technique, it's worth pondering!)

A true chef must have superb knife skills. Especially in big hotels and restaurants, when you want to use that kind of face-to-face cooking, the knife technique is a living business card of the chef, and you can get a lot of impression points.

With the end of the fat chef's division of labor, the oil pot was turned on! The cream was poured into the fish foam, and a special taste was rushed to the pot.

As early as more than 3,000 years ago, the ancient Indians mastered the primitive method of making cream. When the milk is left to rest for a period of time, a floating layer of milk skin is produced, and the main component of the milk skin is fat. The Indians take out the milk skin and put it in a leather bag, hang it and beat it repeatedly, rubbing it, and the milk skin gradually turns into cream. However, this method is time-consuming and produces very little cream from milk.

In today's society, all the cream produced by machines has a lot of moisture. But it can be seen that the chef should use handmade cream now, which is still a bit of craftsmanship, as well as He Zilong's eyesight.

The oil is already hot, and the 'fish rolls' are put into the pan. The fat chef's first move, He Zilong saw it in his eyes. He felt that this fat man's craftsmanship was good, and his craftsmanship should have reached the level of a chef.

It didn't take long for the golden pieces of fish to float in the oil pan.

Then, the fat man took out the fish roll and drained it, piled it up into a tower according to the structure of 4321, and the golden fish pieces were placed on a white porcelain plate, which made people move their index fingers at a glance. When he arrived in front of He Zilong, he picked up a knife and fork and forked up half of the fish. The white juice and fish sauce flowed out, put it in my mouth, and took a bite. He Zilong's eyes were directly stunned, it was so delicious!

Mei Sizi finally couldn't help it when she saw it on the side, and quickly picked up the knife and fork to join the foodie team.

The two of them had eaten a lot before, and their stomachs were almost full, but they ate all these plates of fish. When He Zilong and Mei Sizi finished eating, they patted their stomachs and were about to praise the chef, but they found that the fat man seemed to have left a long time ago. It should be something in the back kitchen, right?

"I'll go to the bathroom......"

He Zilong got up to make it easier, and when he came out, he unexpectedly saw the fat chef just now in the corner of an aisle. But at this time, he seemed to be being scolded, and he apologized to a middle-aged man in Japanese.

After all, this is their own business, and He Zilong didn't want to care about it, he wanted to just leave. However, the middle-aged man who scolded the fat man suddenly said a word in one sentence, which made He Zilong stop.

That word is the Shina people!

"What kind of stupid person who is a crippled lonely day, obviously he is a person who doesn't understand the rules. You've only been in the back kitchen for half a year, and even if the chef on duty is sick and unwell, it's not your turn to come to the intern to cook. This is not the first time, you want to be in the limelight so much, we can't afford to raise a big Buddha like you. Oh, pack up your things and leave!

"何を殘笨人lonely 日なのに、**人、習わしがわからない。 あなたが来た後のコックの半年は、たとえ価値のあるコックさんが病気の具合が悪くても、あなたが料理を作ることができません。 これは初めてではありませんが、あなたがこんなふうに考えてみると、私たちはこのような大仏を育てられません。 さあ、片付けて人を歩くようにしましょう。 いったい**賎種!"

He Zilong was shocked when he heard it quietly, but he didn't expect that this fat young chef was also one of the disabled orphans? In this way, it can be regarded as most of the Chinese!

It's just that there are very few crippled people who are stupid and famous in Japan, and I thought he was a chef just now, but I didn't expect that he was just an intern here. But as far as the dishes are concerned, He Zilong feels that he is qualified to be the chef of a five-star hotel, and he has long been able to do it.

I didn't expect that in this xenophobic stupid society, I was an intern chef here, and I was scolded to death, and even my parents were scolded.

Obviously, the fat man was in a very bad mood at this time, and his fist shrank, just when He Zilong thought he was going to hit the stupid chef who scolded him. In the end, the fat man endured it, stretched out his hand and threw the chef's hat, and said: "You stained my hands, and I paid my salary before I was fired, and I worked 33 days this month, a total of 100,000 yen!"

Settle salary?

It's just that the stupid chef's eyes widened, and his face was full of surprise and disbelief.

After a while, his face was full of ridicule, and he said, "Hey, it's a fool." If you don't follow the rules of the store, your salary will be fined, not a cent. If you are not satisfied, you will sue. Let's see how it turns out, and besides, the Yamaguchi-gumi have dry stocks in our store, so if you don't want to die, you know what to do!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly picked up the ashtray on a table next to him, and smashed it towards the fat man's head: "Eight Duck Road, for so many years, I have interned here, and no little red guy dares to fire me, and he still asks me for a salary." I'll knot, knot a bunch of your Chinese coins for you, do you want to die!"

At the moment of crisis, the fat man hurriedly lowered his head and flashed the ashtray thrown over. But I saw that the ashtray flew out of the air, and finally smashed on the wall, rebounded and fell into the distance, where He Zilong was standing, and finally jumped at his feet.

He Zilong looked at the ashtray under his feet, and then looked up around the wall, very good, there is no monitor, this is a dead end.

A bold idea appeared in He Zilong's heart.

In the next second, he quickly took out the ashtray, then screamed, and angrily took the ashtray and rushed out of that corner.

A loud roar: "しにそこない (死に失ない)---- damn it, who threw the ashtray and hit me?"

At the end of the aisle, the fat man looked like a munchi, then his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the head chef in front of him. The corners of Chef Riben's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say something, but He Zilong didn't give him a chance at all, so he just picked up the ashtray and smashed it hard.

The next moment, Chef Riben's head was slapped on the head by He Zilong's ashtray and his head was bleeding, and after a miserable scream, his entire buttocks that were blackened in front of him fell to the ground.

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