The reception staff on the opposite side, until the crew members had settled in the hall, gave a beautiful salute and started the work of asking the crowd. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hello, who contacted our embassy, please go to the information desk over there and fill in the relevant information for assistance." ’

Because of the state of emergency, our embassy is on call 24 hours a day, so there are staff at your service throughout the day. ’

And with the explanation of the security department, a little girl in a blue uniform began to hand out paper cups to the group.

'Do you want water?' Has anyone been injured? Do you need help from a medical staff, does anyone need to provide food supplements? ’

When the last sentence was asked, Qin Guan, who had been pretending to be a quiet beautiful man since he entered the embassy, couldn't hold back anymore: 'I! I need food! ’

This hand was raised straight, and because of Qin Guan's active opening, he instantly attracted the attention of all the staff like a little fluorescent light in the dark night.

'Look at whether the one who spoke was Qin Guan!' ’

It was him, and it is said that her assistant was the first to ask for help from us! ’

"I said, the foreign affairs liaison officer Xiao Min is a troublesome master, and after answering the phone today, he actually took on the reception work!" That's not right! Wait, who is the person next to Qin Guan, my God! ’

'Jean Renault, how did the two of them get together?' Is it going to make a new movie? ’

It was only with the observation of these duty workers that the identities of the newly accepted group of evacuees were discovered.

'Ah, I love this killer so much, I want to sign it so that I can show off to our French colleagues when I go to work tomorrow, you French superstars, you were here last night!' ’

The entire hall of the embassy was inexplicably warm because of Qin Guan's raised hand.

The staff member known as Xiao Min, after receiving an affirmative answer, began to ask the staff inside the embassy to prepare.

Of course, food supplements don't come out of nowhere, and there is something called takeaway, which exists all around us.

The Cantonese restaurant, which was sheltered by the embassy district, had planned to close early because of the riots outside, but because of a familiar number, the master inside changed his mind.

This is a big customer's order, and on this rare night, dozens of meals were asked for in one go.

Out of the danger of wealth and security, the owner of the restaurant patted his chest and took it.

As the most filling dinner in the evening, in the system of Cantonese cuisine, it is claypot rice.

Influenced by the physique and appetite of southerners, Cantonese cuisine, which is very small-scale, also has its special cases.

That's a bowl of authentic claypot rice with a lot of portions.

Even if you come to France, you will still buy the most authentic silk miao fragrant rice in the shops of Chinatown, and the restaurant owner will perfectly bring the taste of Chinese claypot rice to the original.

'Bang'

With the opening of the lid of the special casserole, the fire on the stove begins to open the way of food in the hands of a pair of dexterous chefs.

The white and tender fragrant rice, fine and crystalline, more than a dozen casseroles, at the same time, under the control of the same flame, carried out their rice cooking plan.

After only ten minutes, all the rice was cooked into medium-rare, and the boss, who was familiar with the road, began to pour the sliced Cantonese sausage, roast meat, barbecued pork and the prepared soup on top of the still sticky rice grains.

Then cover the lid and slowly simmer the rice in this pot over low heat until it is cooked thoroughly.

The golden pot has absorbed the sweet gravy and seasonings, and under the stew of the casserole, it becomes crispy and browned, giving off the fragrant taste of rice.

The green rape, which had already been scalded, was turned off in a small pot, and after the pot was raised, it was neatly stacked in the claypot rice with only meat.

Because of the proximity, in order to ensure the maximum deliciousness of the ingredients, the embassy and the Cantonese restaurant have their own secret transmission.

'Shhh ’

A crisp whistle sounded in the backyard of the small restaurant, and the glass of the adjacent embassy was opened in an instant.

A rattan basket, a sling, and a few runner hooks complete the most primitive conveyor belt.

And with the work of the people on both sides, this basket, which still carried the taste of food, transported the heavy food basket to the end of the embassy.

'Old rules, settle the money tomorrow!' It's too late today! ’

'Okay! Thank you for stopping by, the fee slip is at the bottom! ’

'Gotcha! Close the doors and windows! Spend the night in the store today, it's safer than home! ’

'Okay! ’

The warm Mandarin, although it is not standard with a big tongue, is the most perfect embodiment of the local sound.

And it wasn't until the whole crew got the meal that for the first time, under the inspiration of Qin Guan and all the members of the embassy, they understood what is called the true charm of Chinese food.

This is different from the Western food for one person, when the casserole with a uniform shape wrapped in an anti-scalding straw ring on the outer ring was handed to everyone, the non-Chinese members of the crew were still a little confused.

The dinner given by the embassy was given a big pot of soup?

But when Qin Guan took the lead in opening the lid, a smell of rice mixed with meat suddenly wafted through the hall.

The white rice, against the oily and reddish-brown sausages, and the roast meat, are also a little tempting for no reason. Coupled with the combination of emerald green side dishes, this claypot rice is instantly full of inexplicable attraction.

It was because of this action of lifting the lid to reveal his true face that Jean Renault's stomach, which was closest to Qin Guan, unconsciously made a gurgling sound.

Without them noticing, all of them were hungry.

Xiao Min turned his head with a little smirk, and hurriedly sent the spare spoon to everyone's hands, but everyone put their eyes on Qin Guan's body, waiting for his next move.

I saw Qin Guan, who was calm and relaxed, as if he knew everyone's ultimate goal, and poured a small packet of sauce on the side of the casserole into the pot of claypot rice with a stinging along the edge.

It turned out that the group of people were waiting for someone to tell them how to use this black packet.

Do you spread out the meat and vegetables and dip them in it, or do you mix the rice after eating? I really haven't seen a way to mix them all together to form a more complex mixture of flavors.

However, it looks so fragrant.

The soup soaked all the ingredients in a black and watery way, making the original claypot rice change color in an instant.

And as Qin Guan stuffed a spoonful of food and rice into his mouth, the crowd in the hall was not calm. (To be continued.) )