Throughout the afternoon, Duchamp did not listen to the lecture properly, and even by the last class, he was directly absent.

The number of diners has changed from 20 to 30, and there are still so many ingredients and so many people.

Duchamp quickly invited two aunts who came to help with the kitchen to borrow 10 more cutlery from the canteen. He turned on the stove, put the chicken in a pan, fried it in oil for a minute, then wrapped it with a special dish, put it in the oven, and roasted it.

He looked at the other prepared food for twenty people and touched his nose in embarrassment.

Taking advantage of the noon time, Duchamp baked a lot of bread and wine-filled cashew nut pastry, which were a little hard now, but it would be better to return a little later. However, the amount of cashew nut crisp in the heart of the wine is obviously not enough. Duchamp reluctantly reduced the three slices of cashew nut crisp to two slices per person.

If you want to get good reviews for inviting aristocratic students to dinner, you naturally can't rely on the meat of the cauldron to win like the commoner students. Duchamp prepared an extremely luxurious dish today, with three seafood dishes alone:

Specially ordered Warcraft fish meat is used to make bacon fish rolls.

Fresh cold-water fish ordered from a fishing club for Western-style salmon.

and cheese-baked prawns.

In addition, there is a secret dish of grilled chicken and a beef steak with coriander.

Some of these dishes were learned by Duchamp when he went to the Republic of Calvard.

Vegetarian dishes, Duchamp is ready to make three Chinese dishes: eggplant box with sauce, mushroom choy sum and vegetarian three fresh.

As for the soup, Duchamp really didn't like thick soup, but he didn't dare to take the clear soup out for the task, he extravagantly boiled a big pot of Buddha jumping over the wall, and now that he was a little hot, it was time to add seafood to it.

In addition, there is the Canyon Ice Wine brought back from Lieman, and the Green Hills Coffee brought back from the Republic.

Since there are not enough dishes, then fruits and desserts will follow. Make a simple fruit platter, mixed fruit milk.

There's also a large strip of high-quality ham left over from the fridge, which can come in handy, and you can make up an appetizer with the leftover cashew nuts and mushrooms!

Duchamp was cooking in two pots at the same time while watching the time in the oven.

At the door of the white house, there is a sign that the location was borrowed by Class A early in the morning. But Crowe walked in anyway.

"Stellory, is it to entertain your classmates today? What are you doing? ”

Duchamp shoved one of the freshly fried eggplant boxes into his mouth and asked, "How does it taste?" ”

"It's good, the dishes you cook are delicious."

"Then why don't you eat some now, the food is already a lot better anyway."

"No, I'll just come over and see, do you want to help?"

Duchamp shook his head, he didn't want to see the scene of the group of young masters calling Crow.

Duchamp found a paper bag, cut a large slice of freshly roasted chicken, and packed a bag with a box of bread and eggplant, and asked Crow to take it back and share it with his dorm mates.

The two aunts found a white tablecloth from nowhere, and connected the table into a spectacular one, and put the heating stove along both sides of the table, which looked like a high-end restaurant.

The ten brothers were the first to arrive with a grin.

"It's Styry in the chef!" With his exceptional paparazzi talent, Mark was the first to discover the secrets of the kitchen.

"Stellary is a five-star chef, and he naturally cooks for his guests." Fang Shu familiarly touched the stove and touched a bacon fish roll.

"Don't move! That's one piece less than one piece. Stellary shouted distressedly, the dish had taken him a lot of time.

"Look at what you said, don't let us eat first!"

"There are a lot of people who have decided to come today, so now it's 30 people eating 20 people's dishes!"

"Those who came later, let them starve!" Fang unceremoniously touched the second slice of fish meat roll again.

Duchamp simply handed over a plate happily. "Since they're all here, hurry up and help me set the plate and serve the dishes!"

"I'm not going to do it." Fang is very crisp.

"There's always going to be that. Quickly bring the prepared dishes to the table one by one, paying attention to the ice underneath the sashimi. ”

With so many people eating together, Duchamp certainly couldn't go to the ground one by one. He took large portions, dividing each dish into four large portions, and placing one portion after a while, for them to take for themselves.

"Liermu, take out the wine and open it." Duchamp was improvised in arrest.

All the dishes were quickly piled up on the table, all of them were large plates, and there was a sense of satisfaction in the wine pond meat forest.

The students who came early couldn't help but look curiously at the kitchen door, and even walked into the kitchen to take a turn, surprised that Duchamp was actually cooking today, and then chatted in the back.

Duchamp's heart was full of pride.

But this kind of accomplishment that only a master chef can understand, the sense of accomplishment of cooking food and entertaining others by himself, with the arrival of the five cute masters, Morgana recklessly yelled "how can he cook by himself", and then disappeared without a trace. Because after Morgana shouted, several girls covered their mouths and laughed together, and then ran out, maliciously speculating in the corner outside that there must be no one in Duchamp's family who practiced such a cooking skill.

The girls thought they were muttering quietly, but someone who was busy in the kitchen had an astonishingly high level of five senses, and he rolled his eyes while stir-frying, and realized that he had made another mistake. There is no such thing as a warm man in this world. He snorted angrily and slapped the garlic with the back of his knife, preparing to make minced garlic to enhance the flavor of the barbecue, making a loud noise to vent his dissatisfaction. Just as he was banging, Professor Ashley came.

When the professor heard that Duchamp was cooking himself, he went to the kitchen to visit, but was soon attracted by the special kitchenware inside.

"It's very well made and it's fun!" He looked curiously at the side-draft range hood and listened to Duchamp explain the design principles. The industrial design of the range hood was also done by the Guiding Studio, and Professor Ashley took special care of it, but he did not follow up on it.

"This is an improved version, if you wait until the smoke rises, and then suck it up from the top of the stove, so that the chef has already inhaled a lot of gas, but after the improvement, it is changed to the back side and absorbs all kinds of odors emitted from the pot, from the user's point of view, it is more scientific." Duchamp explained to the curious professor.

"Oh, that makes sense, standing next to the stove, you can barely smell the smell." Professor Ashley complimented, touched a fish roll from the stove, and walked out with a big grin.

In some ways, why the professor is so fond of Duchamp can also be seen from these small details, they have an amazing fit in some details of life and behavioral habits.

Duchamp hurried out and beckoned everyone to take their seats. He invited Professor Ashley to take a seat, as he had just learned, and he sat next to him.

The professor raised his glass, but instead of giving a formal toast according to aristocratic etiquette, he said happily, "Stellory, I didn't expect you to be proficient in cooking, and it looks like you can have a big meal today." ”

"I can't help it, the chefs outside can't meet my expectations of food." Duchamp said unashamedly.

Mark quickly took out his notebook and wrote down this sentence as well.

"Mark, don't remember, I heard that the food booklet I wrote is about to be published, and I will give you a copy when the time comes."

"You wrote a book on food, what is it called?"

"It's called Duchamp's recipe." Duchamp raised his glass and said loudly: "For the arrival of the New Year, in order to thank Professor Ashley for his careful guidance to us, and for the honor of being classmates with you, we toasted together." ”

"Cheers!" Dozens of wine glasses were raised.

Taking advantage of the interval between meals, Duchamp carefully introduced the origin and particularity of each dish to Professor Ashley, and he noticed that when he introduced a dish, it was obvious that there were more people serving that dish.

"Children's shoes, your character depends on this time. Especially those girls' shoes, please please. ”

This kind of entrainment sales really brought him a lot of gains.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, successfully broke through the ninety levels, and even the mixed fruit milk made on a whim was well received, which was really profitable. Immediately afterwards, there is the annual meeting of the Green Leaf Society, as usual, the chef invites the staff to eat, and the great success of the cooking is about to be completed. ”

Duchamp's heart blossomed, and he once again toasted to the students to express his gratitude to all of you.

He actually overestimated the criticality of his classmates. In this cold winter when the ingredients are scarce, especially after the canteen has provided many military meals one after another, the students' thirst for oil and water is far beyond his imagination. Besides, many students have never eaten some of the ingredients they brought back from abroad. Besides, the craftsmanship of a top chef is indeed not boasting.

At first, several girls who laughed at Duchamp's cooking in their hearts not only compared their cooking skills with Duchamp's cooking skills after tasting them, but then silently fought hard to eat. The etiquette class of aristocratic girls originally included cooking classes, however, women in every plane are like this, before there is no independent master, cooking skills are basically at the elementary level, only when they become mothers, this skill can advance by leaps and bounds to the advanced, but even so, it does not mean that they really like cooking, the evidence is that master chefs are usually men.

Professor Ashley ate a round belly, picked his teeth contentedly, and whispered to Duchamp, "Don't go to class tomorrow morning, follow me to a good place." ”

"What's the best place?" Duchamp asked softly.

"A place that will open your mind." Professor Ashley whispered mysteriously and triumphantly.

"What's the matter!" Duchamp pursed his lips and said to the aunt in the back, "It's time to serve fruit." ”

The two aunts acted as waiters temporarily, removing some empty plates and bringing fruit in a steady stream.

Fang grabbed a banana and peeled it, threw it into his mouth indiscriminately, and said, "This meal is really good, tomorrow is the day before the New Year, why don't you ask for it tomorrow?" ”

Duchamp was stunned and stammered: "That, it's so close to the treat, I don't even have time to rearrange the recipes." ”

Fang pointed to the mess on the table and said, "Don't be so particular, you just need to make these dishes again." ”

Duchamp rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that these dishes had already completed their mission, and what was he going to do with them. He snorted, and the god muttered, "This food god has always been improving, and he never entertains the same guests with repeated dishes. ”

Mark hurriedly took out his notebook and recorded this sentence as well.

The wine is drunk and the food is eaten. A triumphant dinner has finally come to an end. Duchamp smiled and said goodbye to his classmates, and worked with the two aunts to clean up the mess.

"Well, why don't I wash the dishes for you?" A timid voice rang in my ears. Duchamp heard the sound of heaven and turned around to see that it was Aisha, the shortest girl in the class.

Duchamp looked around and couldn't help but sigh at the sky. There were so many people in the class, but only such a small little girl was willing to stay and help him clean up.

He touched Aisha's head, which was a head shorter than him, and said, "Children can't exercise after eating, otherwise they will have stomach pain, and the bowl is washed by two aunts, so you should go and play with toys." ”

Aisha pouted and ran out.