"These sprouted potatoes can no longer be used and must now be manually isolated to prevent the rest of the potatoes from being affected and showing symptoms of germination. "Murong Tao called several chef apprentices and arranged some tasks for them, and several apprentices looked at the chef who was also a little unconscious, and did not act immediately, Murong Tao explained, "Potato sprouting will produce toxins, if people eat sprouted potatoes, they will vomit, diarrhea, dizziness, and severe dehydration, blood pressure drop, coma, and more serious may affect life!"www.biquge.info ”

One of the youngest apprentices among the several apprentices suddenly sat on the ground with his ass, and then put his hands into his mouth, constantly picking at something with his fingers, and soon, some vomit with a fishy smell spewed out of his mouth, Murong Tao directly found a small piece of potato residue with sprouts in those vomit with his hands, and while his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, he commanded several apprentices to hold down the apprentice who couldn't stop vomiting, one kept pouring water on the vomiting apprentice, and the other kept patting the back of the vomiting apprentice, Until nothing can be vomited.

"This poor fellow must have cooked these sprouted potatoes I picked out without permission, and you two carry him back to rest." Chef Bayard shook his head and said, according to his usual temper, he would have taught this presumptuous apprentice a good lesson early, but for an excellent chef, he also had a certain responsibility for not disciplining his apprentices, but when he looked at Murong Tao, his eyes became more determined, "Maybe with such a captain, my good days are coming." ”

"Come with me, and carry these unsprouted potatoes to the cellar, if the potatoes are still left in this ventilated place, sooner or later they will sprout and become inedible." Murong Tao pointed to the remaining waiters and said, those waiters were originally poor people who were not disgusted with this kind of moving and lifting, but were accustomed to it, and at the same time, they were all survivors who stayed on the merchant ship with Murong Tao, and they were all familiar with how fierce this skinny-looking little guy was, and even notorious pirates like Pearson the mad dog were defeated at his hands.

"Bayard, well, there are some remaining potatoes here that have not sprouted, please wash them and blanch them with hot water, remove the skin, and cut them into long strips, I have a use, don't cook them too badly!" Murong Tao assigned tasks to almost everyone, except for the old captain, the old captain let out a "hehe" laugh and continued to wipe his wine glass, and the drinkers in the entire tavern inexplicably found that almost all the waiters and cooks didn't know what they were busy with, and they were all like chicken blood, but the old captain took on the heavy responsibility of entertaining.

After Murong Tao carried a large number of potatoes to the cellar, he took a few kitchen apprentices to Bayard's side, while telling the apprentices how to cut out the potato strips that he was satisfied with, and then told his meaning to the chef Bayard, who was an experienced and imaginative chef, and when he understood that these strip potato pieces were about to be thrown into the already hot oil, he began to understand what he was going to do.

"You're saying that you just cook these potatoes over and over again... French fries? The spatula in his hand kept stirring the potato chunks that were tumbling up and down in the boiling oil, and before long, a smell that had never been felt before permeated the kitchen, and then the whole tavern was filled with this peculiar smell, and some of the drunkards who couldn't hold back their emotions kept asking the old captain if the chef Bayard was making some kind of food again.

This seems to have become the norm in the Sailor's Tavern, where Chef Bayard sometimes creates his own ingredients when he is bored, and of course it doesn't always cause such a huge commotion, but this is probably the first time that someone has taken the initiative to care about his new invention, right?

"That's basically it, go tell Captain Franks that this is a new delicacy invented by Uncle Bayard, and it's going to be called fries for the time being!" Murong Tao carefully took the metal dinner plate handed by Bayard, and then asked those apprentices to carefully carry it out on the tray, because the metal dinner plate is very thermally conductive, and it will inevitably be scalded by the fries fried out of the pan.

"Well, I've already eaten a little bit of it when I was frying it just now, and to be honest, I like the taste very much." With a smile on his face all the time, this fun cooking technique could enrich his culinary career, "You said potato wedges can be fried, but can other ingredients be prepared the same way?" ”

"You got the idea, you deserve to be a genius in the world of chefs, I just gave an example, you can draw inferences." Who doesn't want to hear others pat on the back, Bayard heard Murong Tao slap a little pony on himself, and the whole person's bones were three points lighter, "I asked the boatswain to buy herring and cod, and it is estimated that they will come back soon, my idea is to hope that you will use the cooking methods you have mastered to cook and fry the processed herring and cod, and then with some special condiments, along with the fries, it will become a new food concept on other people's tables." ”

"I've only tried fish soup, you know, in the past, at sea, because of the food problem, there were a lot of problems, and I would sometimes ask Marcus and them to organize the fishing masters on the boat, standing on the side of the boat to fish and improve the food." Bayard nodded, indicating that he understood, "As for cooking fish, this is the first time I've tried it, I don't know the heat, obviously you have eaten this kind of thing, although you later denied that the ship doctor said that you are a British nobleman, but I guess you must have tasted a lot of food that we don't know about, you don't need to deny this right away, just from the fact that you can decisively deal with the potato germination, I know something about your vision." ”

Murong Tao also has a little more sense of Bayard, this fat chef, this is a person who is not ready to stick to the rules and stick to the original cooking methods, this is a guy who has ambitions and dreams, and dares to try new things, maybe he may really become a chef god in the future, just this fish and chips fever is spreading, I am afraid that the name of Bayard, the god of chefs, will be passed down for a long time.

Judging by the fact that the fish and chips have lasted in Britain for at least a few centuries, Bayard's name will be synonymous with legend on at least the British Isles.

Since such a huge market is foreseeable, why not focus everyone's attention on the Sailor's Tavern in Cherbourg Harbour? This is no longer a single invention and creation, this should be taken seriously, this is a brand, just like the later generations of Colonel Sanders and Uncle McDonald, Murong Tao feels that his brain is wide open at the moment, a fat image that can be accepted by many people, an old man, a kind look, "Well, it seems that there are two more suitable spokespersons right now." ”

The fat man Bayard felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at his pile of fat behind him, and he didn't check it for a while, the splashing boiling oil hurt his index finger, and he took the somewhat red and swollen index finger in his mouth, and slowly looked at Murong Tao with his residual vision, with a hint of vigilance.

A spoof name that was regarded as a black household in the past was tumbling in Murong Tao's mind at the moment, but soon, new problems appeared.

Murong Tao grabbed his sideburns a little frantically, his French was only a beginner, and the communication was a little tight, let alone let him translate between Chinese and French at will, which was simply even more difficult.

Unless...

Unless that mysterious ability can be manipulated by one's own mind, that randomness is really hard to grasp.

Murong Tao tried to use sign language to make the fat chef Bayard understand the meaning of the three words "can afford to bite", and stuffed the fried fries into his mouth in front of Bayard, Bayard was a little stunned at first, and finally laughed excitedly, and patted Murong Tao's shoulder with the big palm of the fan, which meant that Murong Tao clearly understood, that was to say that his actions The fat chef understood that his cooking skills were affirmed, and he was very happy.

Sighing, just as he was about to give up, the long-lost window appeared on the marble floor. If you say you're not excited, who will believe it? At least for this moment, Murong Tao wanted to thank all the gods loudly, even though he was a staunch atheist.

However, soon, Murong Tao found that the window seemed to appear there on purpose, and there was no change at all, no matter what he said to the marble floor, there was no response in the dialog box that suddenly appeared, and not a word appeared.

It seems that I still haven't found a way to control it, this randomness is too strong, and even if it appears, there is no way.

But Bayard on the side thought that he was too excited just now, and he didn't control the strength in his hand, and he slapped this little guy with internal injuries, and while stepping forward to comfort, he couldn't stop looking at his palm, when did he become so tough? I've seen this kid kill people, those pirates die under his sword in minutes, how can he be fat... So easy to get?

Murong Tao raised his right hand slightly, signaled Bayard not to go to his heart, made up an excuse that he didn't even believe it, and left the kitchen.

Seeing Murong Tao leaving, his expression was a little gloomy, and the good mood that Bayard had just established became terrible, and the fries that were cooked and fried several times in a row were either coke or half-cooked, and he kept trying a few times before he could regain a little feeling.

Directly back to the second floor of the tavern, in the room prepared by the old captain for himself, Murong Tao wanted to think about something quietly, he took out the Star of Saint Noah, which had recovered his true color, from his trouser pocket, and put it in front of his eyes to observe it carefully.

At this point, a dialog box pops up with only a row of red "Warning!" Constantly flickering, so frightened that Murong Tao instinctively threw the Star of Saint Noah to the side, and he hid in a place where he thought he was safe, observing the necklace with his peripheral vision, as well as the non-stop "trembling" dialog box, and the non-stop flickering warning.