The head chef fell to the ground, and the second chef, who came back first, almost fell down in a panic, "Boss, what's wrong with you?" He was busy lifting the fat man on the ground up, rubbing the chef's heart with one hand. The head chef's face was pale, his lips were blue, and his breath was unusually weak.

The manager grabbed Peng Yuan, "What did you kid do to him?" How did people become like this? ”

Peng Yuan unhurriedly chose the manager's hand, "This has nothing to do with me, he is allergic to seafood!" ”

"How do you know?" The second chef was shocked, "Our head chef never eats seafood!" ”

Peng Yuan opened the chef's mouth, and then used a toothpick to pick at the chef's palate, "Look what this is!" ”。 He shook the black sheet on his toothpick.

"It's seaweed, isn't it?" The manager was very anxious, "What can I do about this?" We have to save people first! ”

Peng Yuan walked to the pool next to the board and took two onions, a handful of peppercorns and a bowl of honey. Peng Yuan set aside the onion and chopped it with a kitchen knife, then crushed the peppercorns with a mortar, and finally mixed the two things into a small bowl with honey. He took a brush from the shelf to grease the barbecue and brought it along with the small bowl, "Take off his shoes and socks for me." ”

The manager asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Heal!"

Everyone took off the chef's shoes and socks and lifted his feet up, and Peng Yuan used a brush to smear the liquid that had just been stirred up onto the chef's feet. Then he took a candle from the utility room and lit it, and kept smoking the chef's feet. After less than a minute, the chef gradually regained his senses.

"Limen, is Zosen in Zusen?" The head chef asked vaguely.

"What did you say?" The second chef asked.

"You guys, what are you doing?" Peng Yuan translated the chef's words, "Cheng, it's okay, it's just a little big tongue, let's go to the room and rest!" ”

The second chef hurriedly picked up the tea bowl on the table and sent it to the head chef's mouth, wanting him to slow down.

"Wait!" Peng Yuan took the tea bowl and sniffed it carefully, "Why does this tea smell fishy?" He used a toothpick to dig into the tea bowl, and there were many black flakes attached to the toothpick, "How can there be seaweed in this tea?" ”

The second chef slapped the table vigorously, "It must have been the third child, today is the tea he made for the boss!" This kid has such a vicious heart, how can he engage in such a prank! ”

"Oh, that guest's appetite..." The third chef walked back with an empty plate on his face and a look of amazement, and saw that the scene in the kitchen was a little foggy! "What's going on?"

"What's wrong? You've done a great job! The manager grabbed the third chef by the neck, "You made this tea for the head chef?" ”

The third chef nodded, "yes, what's wrong with the boss?" ”

"What's wrong?" The second chef angrily pointed to the seaweed on the table, "Why do you put seaweed in the boss's tea?" ”

"No, I didn't put seaweed?" The third chef looked wronged.

"Did you make this tea?" The second chef continued to ask.

The third chef nodded.

"The tea was made by you, the seaweed appeared in your tea, this seaweed was not put by you, who put it, okay you, you are deliberately murdered, we have to go to the government to sue you, and when the time comes, I will ensure that you can't eat and go around!" The second chef roared as he approached the third kitchen.

The third chef was sweating profusely, and he hit the second chef his head and ran away.

"What are you arguing about outside?" Wu Jingya asked while eating.

The manager trotted all the way into the restaurant, "I'm sorry, there was a little misunderstanding in the back kitchen, how about that, this dish you... "The manager's mouth is big. So many plates of food were swept away, leaving only Wu Jingya to pick his teeth with an iron skewer.

"Have you chewed this dish?"

Wu Jingya hiccuped, "Well, it's almost half full!" Then come to the three steamed buns of mutton and make steamed buns, and then it will be completely done. Hey, why can't you get it yet? You're not going to kill sheep, are you? I've been waiting for so long. ”

The manager swallowed, "Well, don't worry, the mutton steamed bun is for you to make last." ”

Back in the back kitchen, the manager threw the order menu on the ground, "What's wrong today, the head chef is in a coma, the three chefs have attempted murder, and there is a terrifying guest at the door, I think I'm the manager at the end!" ”

The second chef had already carried the head chef upstairs, and now only Peng Yuan was left. "Manager, don't worry. What's wrong with the guests outside, making you so melancholy! ”

"He is from Qindu, what do you have to eat mutton steamed buns, we are from the south, which one will do this kind of northwest food?" The manager pouted and worried.

"I thought something was wrong! I'm from Qindu, and this mutton steamed bun for me... ”

"Will you do it?" The manager seemed to see a savior.

Peng Yuan shook his head, "I mean, I've eaten this mutton steamed bun." ”

"Forget it." The manager was very impatient, "I've eaten a top fart, and I'll tell people that I can't do it." ”

"Don't, manager, you just give me a chance, and I give you a miracle. I'm a person who has a knack for making food that tastes exactly the same as anything I've eaten. Peng Yuan's eyes lit up.

"Blow it, you'll do it!"

"How is it blowing? The mutton steamed buns that you southerners understand are different from those of us northwesterners. Although our steamed buns are steamed buns, the steamed buns are stewed, salty and delicious. Peng Yuan opened the conversation.

The manager felt that there was a door, "We also thought that it was stewed, but when the bun is put in the soup, it will become crumbs?" Can it taste good? ”

"Then you can't use a steamed bun, it's not gluten at all!"

"Do you say that, with dead bread? Aren't you afraid of putting your guests to death? ”

"To make a half-raw and half-dead bun, first burn the bun, and then break it into small dices and put it in the pot, so that the cooked bun will not only not become crumbs and slag, but also soft and hard, which is also conducive to digestion." Peng Yuan said as he got busy with his hands.

"So you really know how to do it?" The manager's face was excited.

"Of course, go, prepare some vermicelli for me, get some lamb shank, it's best to have ready-made mutton soup, and then prepare some yellow flower coriander fungus!" Within a few clicks, Peng Yuan aroused the manager. The manager is also happy to be called by such a newcomer.

"Manager, I'll talk a lot, what are we doing at that third chef's house?" Peng Yuan asked.

The manager replied while choosing coriander, "The third chef's family is fishing on the river, why are you asking this?" ”

"It's okay, I'm worried about the second chef, in case the third chef and his family are mixed with the underworld...

"You just said the opposite, the second chef's sister is a concubine who scrapes the ground on the street in front of us, and it took a lot of people to come to our kitchen!" The manager explained.