Shanghai-style pork cutlets were originally imported from the modern city - after the opening of Shanghai in 1843, "big dishes" came to the public along with other Western cultures that landed on the beach. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Surrounded by Western food clubs, Slavic artichoke sausage and borscht side by side with Western Europe's improved Shanghai-style pork cutlets, it is truly a unique scenery on Shanghai Tang once upon a time.

Of course, by the time later generations of gourmets listed "Shanghai-style pork cutlets", "sweet and sour pork ribs", and "marinated steak in sauce" as the "three major steaks in Xishi", their founders had already been nowhere to be found in other worlds - no matter how sophisticated and unique the set of skills they used and taught them privately, they were only Chinese civil servants in the end, and even if the tonkatsu was so delicious that it would not even be changed for a god, it would not be able to extend his tenure for even a second.

For these things that will inevitably happen in the future, Jin Tuzhi has long been aware - the pork cutlets and pork ribs and rice cakes he made have long been apostate the imams in the mosque 200 meters away, pick up the pork chops, and shout that communism is good while gnawing wildly, and pig raising subsidies are indispensable.

In a flash of lightning, the beer bottle in his hand smashed into the pork slices with the beat of a drum. The carefully selected plum meat makes a dull response sound, which is really like some wonderful musical instrument.

Of course, he didn't use words to describe how to control the technique and strength of this piece of loose meat, because that was something that could not be described in words, he just had to let his apprentice observe from the surroundings from a different angle every time. You must know that the classmate who blew the beer smashed the meat and rolled all over his mouth with sassy words, but it did not affect his observation and study at all.

At weekday dinners, the general manager of the catering department will let his apprentices practice various skills by himself, including but not limited to plate arrangement, ingredient handling, frying, stir-frying, steaming, and of course, he will not forget to let them take a rolling pin to loosen the meat - these lovers are still too naïve and sometimes even naïve, and it is possible that something will happen to take real beer bottles to loosen the meat.

Even if he let himself be the master, these dozen or so side dishes didn't take much of Jin Tuzhi's time. Although this kind of food delivery service is sparse and common in China, there are only two in this "outside place" of the Hilqi Seaview Hotel can come up with this posture, and most of the other wealthy business guests drool when they go down to the hotel's supermarket to buy some small snacks such as spicy strips and potato chips to live their addiction, and at most they will call a bowl of ramen extravagantly, so almost everyone in the kitchen at this o'clock is serving the residents of this mysterious "115" in room 1901 at full power, of course, the speed is not too slow.

After Jin Tuzhi finished the last dish, he leaned on the cupboard and wiped his hands, and when he was thinking about the details, he couldn't help but have something indescribable wrong around him. If you want to say what's wrong here, I'm afraid I can't really say it - every dish is in the pot, out of the pot and on the plate, I am staring intently.

"Wait." Thinking of this, Jin Tuzhi waved his hand to the kitchen worker who was about to push the cart away, "You guys rest first, and I'll push the cart myself." ”

If there's anything wrong with it, it's probably the food delivery link. Jin Tuzhi took off all the aprons and gloves on his body, leaving only a mask, and straightened his tall chef's hat a little, and then pushed the dining car he had been staring at straight to the elevator.

Originally, the dining car could be pushed into the freight elevator, and then the waiter on the floor was responsible for delivering it to the guest's room - but after all, this 1901 is the same high-level security VIP as the top floor, and I am afraid that there will be no more than 10,000. Therefore, for the meals booked by these two, Jin Tuzhi has always sent people to be optimistic about Gu Yan to deliver them in person, and sometimes he will naturally go into battle in person.

The trolley carrying food was pushed out of the back door of the kitchen, and Jin Tuzhi was naturally going to the elevator for the logistics staff - but when he was halfway there, he suddenly remembered that the elevator was overhauled today, and if he wanted to go up to the nineteenth floor, he could only push the car to the front desk and take the customer's elevator upstairs.

To say that he was in a trance was really going to die. If he hadn't delayed, he wouldn't have run into people on the elevator that he shouldn't have run into - but he was impartial, and as he steadily pushed the dining car into the elevator car in the lobby, several young men dressed in splendid clothes and aristocratic clothes walked in from outside.

The lids of the food cart and plate do not cover the aroma of the food. And Jin Tuzhi, who saw these noble-looking guys casting more and more eyes that were not quite right, shouted in his heart that it was not good-even if this was the territory that the Chinese said was the same, now it was better to have more than one thing, and he didn't want these guys who didn't have long eyes to make something messy for him.

At this moment, the elevator door that had been closed opened again—an arm came in through the crack in the open door of the elevator, and it turned out to be a Chinese compatriot in casual clothes. Jin Tuzhi calmed down a little, but he was negligent for a moment and didn't notice that the person's appearance looked a little strange.

"Finally caught up." Chen Heng leaned against the panel of the elevator, pressed the number 20, and then looked at the members of the Shanyun Kingdom Business Group and the general manager of the catering department in front of him, Jin Tuzhi, his dining car, and the artificial intelligence assistant Mao Tian were silently communicating. "Maotian, don't you mean it...... Someone wants to take the food? ”

"That's right, my master," Maoda's optical analysis ability made it effortless to read the expressions on his subject's faces, and then analyze the precise intentions of the other party. "Not only have these starving ghosts invariably bought and sold these fragrant meals, but they also want to vent the fire that has just been stifled by the special service on this poor cook."

"Poor cook?" Chen Heng looked at the translucent file projected onto the retina and smiled unkindly. When telling the history of China's wars after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the lecturer of history always likes to quote the content on the Internet at that time - "The combat power of the cooking class breaks through the sky" may be one of them, but it is not until today that he understands that this is not actually a joke.

Because the confidential file is clearly written, Jin Tuzhi is not a simple cook at all. He is a supernumerary employee of Chinese students studying abroad in Western Europe developed by the Second Department of the General Staff -- considering the turmoil in the European continent in recent years, it is self-evident how deep this guy's city government is.

"I hope they don't touch the dawn supper." He raised his head and looked at the few people in the elevator who had just started whispering and exchanging opinions, and the nobles of the Yamaun Kingdom were waiting to move at the dining car - not because he didn't want Wolfe/Sakamoto Akira's meal to be robbed, but if they did it, they wouldn't be able to please them in the elevator, and even if he didn't make a move, the result would probably not change much.

However, in the eyes of these rural villagers, the mask as a symbol of civilization and hygiene is a symbol of the humiliating status of the kitchen worker (i.e., slaves, these young aristocrats have almost zero knowledge of the new Elta and even the political system of China). And since he is a slave, why not bully the soft persimmon in front of him? Anyway, they will give money in the end.

"Hey, boy." As the elevator reached the third floor, the interpreter of the nobles who knew the lingua franca of Elta finally spoke. "What's in the car is food, right? How much? We bought this car. ”

"No, sell." Jin Tuzhi had expected what would happen in advance, and his tone of answer was neither humble nor arrogant. "If a few guests want to, they can order it by themselves, don't do this thing of forcibly buying and selling cutting paths in the middle of the road, for fear that you will lose the face of your king Belmode."

From ancient times to the present, undisciplined officials have always been a major problem for the country. They have lived in greenhouses since childhood, and they are unscrupulous and cause trouble under the protection of the wings of power. If that's the case, but that's it, pretending to be better than pretending to be my father's territory is a matter of knowing the times, but if I have installed my father's territory, it's a well-deserved second stunned.

Although the other party spoke a non-standard Elta language, the leading nobleman immediately understood the name of Shanyun Kingdom and his father in the mouth of the lowly cook. That's right, although he has no right to touch the laws of the state, the nominal leader of this merchant group is from the royal family of Shanyun Kingdom.

"Despicable slave, you dare to call the name of a noble lord? I want you to apologize, apologize! Today's emotions aroused by the red-eyed beauty and the secret service suddenly exploded at this moment, "It's really irritating, your country is too deceitful." It's too much of a deception! ”

The royal family takes the lead, how can ordinary nobles not put on an aggressive posture to win the favor of their masters? In the narrow elevator room, several nobles got closer and closer around the dining car, and even if they didn't say a word, it was a very aggressive gesture, like the lions surrounding the lion king when they fought for territory on the prairie.

"Oh yes, in the end, the gentlemen still want to do it." Chen Heng was treated as air on the wall in the elevator room, but he was happy to see it. "Is it really that fun to bully slaves than to pretend?"

"Of course." Maotian's voice did not fluctuate in tone, "They feel an unusually strong inferiority complex here, and the only thing that can make up for this inferiority complex is this violent game that is no different from school bullying." ”

"Hehe, violent games." Chen Heng looked at the elevator readings that had just jumped to double digits, "I'm worried about their prospects." I think the future of this mountain cloud country is very likely to be buried in their hands, right? ”