Going to the bathroom is certainly just a lame excuse. [ Eight (a Chinese < ?).

Gao Yuanyuan rushed downstairs, because she didn't know that Lin Ling's place of work was in the small kitchen on the edge of the stairs, she subconsciously went to the big kitchen with the most people.

"I'm sorry, miss, you can't come into the kitchen."

The restaurant manager stopped Gao Yuanyuan at the kitchen door and didn't let her into the kitchen.

"I'm looking for someone." Gao Yuanyuan tiptoed into the kitchen, trying to find the person she was looking for from the crowded kitchen.

"Who?" The restaurant manager also turned his head to look at the kitchen, chefs who have worked in high-end restaurants often encounter inexplicable Fans - especially female Fans interfere with their work, autographs and group photos are the most common and best guarded against category, he is worried about the more intense "star chasing" behavior, the kitchen is not a red carpet, and the utensils in it may hurt a layman anytime and anywhere.

The restaurant manager tried to pretend to be friendly, Gao Yuanyuan was well dressed, and if he had a daughter and her annual salary was ten times the current one, he would buy her a short-sleeved summer dress of the same style. While blocking Gao Yuanyuan's vision, he said, "Maybe you can tell me his name?" ”

"A young chef named Lin Ling." Gao Yuanyuan glanced at the restaurant manager in disgust.

"Lin Ling?" If Gao Yuanyuan was the chef surnamed Lin or revealed her identity, then the restaurant manager would definitely invite her to the small kitchen to harass the apprentices. But she didn't, so the restaurant manager wasn't sure what she meant, and he really didn't remember Lin Ling's name, almost every week, old Gordon or little Gordon's friends, students, relatives or something came to the store to take charge, how could he write down the names of those chefs.

"Please go back to your seat and wait a moment, I'll let him see you when I find him." The restaurant manager said perfunctorily.

"Is it interfering with your work?" Gao Yuanyuan glanced at the waiters who came in and out of the kitchen, she was not blind or deaf, her head was also very clear, and she naturally knew what she was doing.

"It's an honor to have your understanding."

The restaurant manager smiled and thought, the little girl is really a deceitful.

"Then I have all the more reason to wait for him here." However, Gao Yuanyuan stood in place for a long time, "If I don't cause you some trouble, how can you do your best?" I'll be here, waiting for the good news. ”

"Wait a minute."

The restaurant manager restrained the smile on his face, and after glaring at Gao Yuanyuan with a straight face, he turned around and entered the kitchen.

"Wellington three, beware of the sous chef behind you."

"Somebody's going to get some ice."

"A piece of pea puree, a carrot side dish, a lobster salad."

"Give me some more cream."

……

The noise and the clashing sound of cooking utensils blew on Gao Yuanyuan's face like a gust of air, although her family also had a kitchen, but she had never used the cooking utensils there, and she never cared about how the imported food she ate every day was transformed from fresh food.

"Sous chef." The restaurant manager found the sous chef, and when the two surnamed Gordon were not in the kitchen, it was usually this sous chef who managed the kitchen, "Do we have a chef called Lin Ling?" ”

"I never stopped saying the name." The sous chef, who bowed his head and laid the plate, replied casually.

"Then I should go through the roster." The restaurant manager scratched his head, "There's a young lady out there looking for him." ”

"Miss?" Sous Chef looked up and glanced at the kitchen door. The damn round glass that countless apprentices who had worked in this kitchen, who had to scrub it every day before going to work and before leaving work, wanted to smash it, revealing a slightly melancholy face, "It's a beauty." ”

"Ignore the bridge of the nose and eyebrows." The restaurant manager didn't quite agree with the sous chef.

"Don't measure modern beauty by your old, medieval East Asian aesthetic." The sous chef brought the Wellington steak in his hand to the cutting board, "Table 15." ”

The waiter took them.

"It's my pleasure to serve Miss Pretty." The sous chef picked up the mineral water bottle and poured a large mouthful of ice water into his stomach, he turned around and asked loudly, "Brother, do we have a surname Lin in our kitchen?" ”

"How can you recruit someone like that?" A cook replied with a smile.

"Is there an apprentice surnamed Lin?" Sous Chef continued.

"Probably waiting for your summons in a culinary school." Another chef flattered.

"Is there a dishwasher surnamed Lin?" Sous Chef asked again.

"Unless the dishwasher strikes." A chef who was dragging the floor looked up suspiciously, and said very honestly why there would not be a person surnamed Lin in the kitchen of Gordon's kitchen, "Sous chef, the boss will not use this kind of surname to look at the person who is douBLe wood to be the chef, unless he is willing to come and kill the fish." ”

"Thank you, brother."

The sous chef turned around regretfully and sighed regretfully to the restaurant manager: "I'm sorry, I can't help." ”

"Why don't you ask the kitchenette?" A waiter interjected, "There are many young apprentices there, and today the player chef surnamed Lin is also here to take charge of the VIP seats. ”

"Those young people aren't chefs." The sous chef looked at the waiter solemnly, poked his hand at the metal serving board and said, "They're just half-finished products on the assembly line." The so-called chef is to go through a strict family tradition, be familiar with the work of each area of the kitchen, and have a formal work contract and the glory of a sufficient guarantee contract, understand? ”

"Glory?"

The waiter, who was also a young man, glanced at a few MSG chefs who were preparing cold dishes.

"Little brother." Sous Chef held down a young chef who brought the pea puree to the transfer board, "Tell me, what was the highest honor you ever had in school?" ”

"National Champion, Sous Chef." The young chef replied respectfully.

"Got it?" The sous chef scooped the pea puree into a pasta serving and brought it out of the transfer board, "Special pasta at table 17, thank you." ”

The waiter served the pasta with a puzzled expression, while the sous chef sighed and said to the restaurant manager, "How many national champions are there in a year in the country now?" I mean the competitions within the various culinary schools? 5oo pcs? 1ooo pcs? ”

"I'll ask the kitchenette." The restaurant manager rolled his eyes and the sous chef was about to walk out of the kitchen.

"Wait, wait." The sous chef stopped the restaurant manager, and while he looked at Gao Yuanyuan outside the kitchen, he whispered to the restaurant manager, "Why don't you invite this young lady to sit at the chef's table?" We will take care of her. ”

"Are you sure? I don't think it's necessary. ”

The restaurant manager shook his head, he could hear that the sous chef meant something to the young lady outside the door, and with the annual salary of the sous chef, it was indeed enough to buy this young lady such a short-sleeved dress, plus her sandals. But he is reluctant to give up the opportunity to give grace to others, and the work in the restaurant varies greatly from day to day, but unique beauties are not seen every day.

"No, it's very necessary." Sous Chef whispered, "If you don't want your wife to receive a box of chocolate snitches." ”

"You had a share that time, too." The restaurant manager let out a low growl, "You can't threaten me." ”

"But I'm not married."

The sous chef touched his bare hands, and then looked at the ring on the left hand of the restaurant manager: "And your son can make soy sauce." ”

"I can't guarantee that the young lady will be pleasing to me."

The restaurant manager turned around.

"No, you will." Sous Chef laughed, "Everyone knows you have a good tongue." ”

"Villain." The restaurant manager pushed open the kitchen door with an ugly face, but when he stepped out of the kitchen, his face was already smiling.

"Miss." With a hint of an apologetic smile, he said to Gao Yuanyuan, "I may have to find a few more places to find the young chef surnamed Lin you are looking for, if you don't mind, can you please go to the chef's table and rest for a while?" It's too busy here after all......"

"A traffic artery?" Gao Yuanyuan said the subtext of the restaurant manager.

"Can you understand?" The restaurant manager asked cautiously, hoping that Gao Yuanyuan would say a "no" again.

"How long?" Gao Yuanyuan is actually quite curious about the kitchen, she has been constantly looking at the things in the kitchen since just now, and she needs to find a reason to see Lin Ling temporarily, a righteous and bright reason.

As a top executive of Gustav, she doesn't have any reason to care about a hostile guy, does she?

"It won't be long before we count the cellar and we'll only have four floors." The restaurant manager did not say a precise time, nor did he ask Gao Yuanyuan if she came alone, nor did he ask her which table she was at. He didn't want to know too much, and he didn't even want to know the name of the girl in front of him.

"Okay."

Gao Yuanyuan agreed to the restaurant manager's request and entered the kitchen.

A wave of heat is coming.

Is this a restaurant kitchen?

She watched curiously at the hot scene.

"This way, please." The sous chef personally invited Gao Yuanyuan to sit down at the chef's table, he rubbed his hands and asked, "I am the sous chef here, and the young lady's surname is you." ”

"My surname is Gao." Gao Yuanyuan looked curiously at the hot kitchen, watching the chefs put half-cooked ingredients into the pot, and then took the discolored ingredients out of one pot and put them in another.

"Miss Gao?"

The sous chef opened the refrigerator and took out a plate of pear red wine and honey and poured it on the table, removed the plastic wrap on it, poured a little condensed milk to taste, and sent it to Gao Yuanyuan and sat down beside her: "The temperature of the kitchen is much hotter than outside, this little dessert can eliminate the heat......

As he spoke, he made a gesture to repel mosquitoes with his left hand behind his back.

The restaurant manager shook his head and walked out of the kitchen. He trotted to the small kitchen, and just pushed open the door to ask little Gordon about Lin Ling, but saw everyone gathered around the young chef and watched him cook a small mouthful of soup.

"Step 17, add corn syrup to thicken the soup." Lin Ling picked up a cup of corn syrup and poured it into the dosage cup, "5o ml." ”

"Add 5o milliliters of corn syrup to the soup." Little Gordon repeated Lin Ling's words.

After Lin Ling poured 5o ml of corn syrup into the soup, he changed the temperature: "Step 18, continue to cook on low heat, the temperature display fluctuates between 98-115 degrees, and the duration is 55o seconds. ”

"Keep the heat on low and continue to cook, the temperature display is between 98-115 degrees for 55o seconds." Little Gordon repeated it again.

An apprentice records what they say inside a tablet.

"Step 2o, prepare salt, pepper and whipped cream, usually metered." Lin Ling took out a measuring spoon, turned to the restaurant manager who walked into the kitchen and asked, "What are the grams of daily salt intake recommended by the Tianwen City Government?" ”

"It's only 6 grams." The restaurant manager said subconsciously.

"The measuring scoop in my hand is o.2 ounces, use the conversion to see it." Lin Ling put down the measuring spoon.

"About 5.67 grams." An apprentice with a tablet in hand gives out the converted figures.

"That is to say, you can only turn the spice bottle 3 times at most, there is salt in the duck soup, this time I will not add salt but pepper." Lin Ling pointed to the spice bottle containing black pepper and salt and said, "I think 5o grams of fresh cream should be about the same." ”

"Then the 2o step is to prepare 5o grams of whipped cream, and the amount of salt and black pepper used is only 5.67 grams." Little Gordon scratched his nose and said, "I just hope I don't end up with a pot of dirty water." ”

"You can tell them it's Indian." Lin Ling shrugged his shoulders and dragged his leg to sit down on the small bench on the side, an apprentice brought him an ice pack, he took it after saying thank you, put it on his lap, looked up and asked the restaurant manager, "Tell the VIP table, we will serve the meal in 1o minutes." ”