Zhao Ke hurriedly lowered his head, moistened his dry mouth and throat with spit, and even his breathing became rapid.

This is not the pressure that Zhao Ke deliberately did not pretend, but he deeply felt that the pressure was swept into his eyes, and there was a depth and sophistication that was different from ordinary people.

Compared with his obese and seemingly bulky, stupid and ridiculous movements, Zhao Kehe believed that being able to take charge of such a huge factory was definitely not an idle three-legged cat with just a few small means to manage those miners.

Pressure Shan Shen stared at Zhao Ke's thin body in front of him, his long tongue curled on his lips, and all the minced meat around his lips was rolled into his mouth, and he swallowed it into his stomach with a 'click'.

He also held up the giant goblet in front of him, which had been custom-made for him.

Zhao Ke visually measured that the red wine in the quilt was at least two catties.

'Goo Dong Goo Dong'

The wine spilled down the corners of his mouth, and after drinking the red wine in his hand in one go, he opened his fat mouth and burped.

Pressure Mountain slapped his thick belly contentedly, making layers of rolling meat waves on his stomach, and said happily: "My child told me that you are a cook, and you have made delicious and delicious food, which is very good, it just so happens that I am tired of eating the dishes made by the chef now, from today onwards, you will take over my kitchen." ”

As he spoke, he slapped Mel's head and howled, "I believe in my child's vision, he is a good boy, he is already like this, and he has not forgotten to find such a good cook for me, woo woo, my poor boy." ”

"That...... Lord Earl......"

The butler looked at the roll of Mel's eyes, and finally couldn't help but step forward and remind, "Lord Viscount is dying!" ”

"Ahh

Pressure Mountain was stunned for a moment, and his fat head looked down, and sure enough, he saw that Maier was already in his sponge-like fat, about to suffocate.

Suddenly, the surrounding housekeepers hurriedly stepped forward to help pull Maier out of the fat meat, and after a burst of emergency rescue, Maier woke up.

Mel's astonishing strength was almost covered to death by a big piece of fat.

Such a funny farce, if Zhao Ke hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he was afraid that others would not believe it when he said it.

Fortunately, Meier's system is good, and after being rescued by everyone for a while, he woke up in a daze, shook his dazed head, and Meier said: "Father, I have another very important news to inform the master!" ”

"Master??"

Zhao Ke was stunned in his heart, could it be that this big fat lump in front of him was not the real master of this factory?

Mayer's words made the pressure sink, and the expression on the face that could be called a sarcoma finally changed a little, and he waved his hand and motioned for everyone to retreat.

Although Zhao Ke was curious about the owner in Maier's mouth, he was like a cat scratching.

But at this time, the housekeeper had already walked to Zhao Ke's side, and Zhao Ke had to leave with the housekeeper.

On the way, Zhao Ke wanted to inquire about the owner in Maier's mouth from the side.

However, the housekeeper blackened that stinky face again, and Zhao Ke knew that it was useless to ask.

In the eyes of the butler, the old man had just become a chef, and he was obviously not valued because of Viscount Mayr's affairs.

And the chef who is in charge of the earl must have the consciousness of being chopped into meat sauce at any time.

For example, at this time, Zhao Ke's predecessor, after learning the news that someone was about to replace him, wanted to escape at the first time, of course, he took advantage of the convenience of the kitchen terrain to successfully escape from the kitchen door, and was finally shot dead by the guards.

That's the man who has been in the chef's position for the longest time, and it's no wonder that it's been too long, not that he doesn't make it delicious, but that the Earl is tired of it.

"Tonight the Earl will have a banquet, you have to behave well, these people will help you, if you need anything, just ask them."

The housekeeper led Zhao Ke into the kitchen, pointed to the kitchen, and the five assistant chefs instructed Zhao Ke.

Obviously, when the sous chefs saw the newly appointed Zhao Ke, their faces did not look much better.

A wizened old man, still wearing tattered clothes, looked like a waste that had just come out of the mine.

Letting such people direct them to cook is undoubtedly pushing them to their deaths.

After the housekeeper left, Zhao Ke looked back and saw that the sous chefs in front of him turned around and did what to do, as if no one took Zhao Ke seriously.

In the kitchen, this is the kind of thing that I am most afraid of.

Zhao Ke once served as the head chef in a five-star restaurant for a period of time, and he knows everything about things in the kitchen.

If it were a different time, or in reality, Zhao Ke wouldn't mind using his cooking skills to conquer these wastes, and then slowly train them.

But now...... Zhao Ke didn't have that time, and at the same time, he didn't have that mood.

Look at the dirty kitchen in front of you, and the oil stains left around the iron pot of the soup, even like those small workshops on the street.

In this kind of place, Zhao Ke didn't want to stay longer for a quarter of an hour, and squinted at the guards outside the kitchen.

Zhao Ke swept his cold eyes and saw the sous chef walking in front of him, holding a basin of large intestines that had just been processed.

Zhao Ke narrowed his eyes and said, "Wait! ”

The sous chef was stunned for a moment and looked back at Zhao Ke.

saw Zhao Ke pointing to the large intestine in the basin: "This large intestine is unqualified, wash it again!" ”

"I've washed it up!"

The sous chef looked at the large intestine in his hand, and responded angrily, his rough face showed a look of anger, in his opinion, this old man was just trying to find fault.

"Washed?"

I saw Zhao Ke's fingers gently rubbing his large intestine, and a slightly inconspicuous grain of sand was stained on Zhao Ke's hand.

The sous chef is no longer surprised by this, and thinks that it is normal to have a little sand, and it will be clean after cooking it later.

But Zhao Ke didn't give him a chance to quibble, only to see Zhao Ke suddenly grab the large intestine in the wooden basin of the sous chef.

Go to the basin, fill half a spoonful of water with a wooden ladle, add a handful of flour to the water, stir it, and pour water into the large intestine along the incision in the large intestine.

Tie your ends tightly, pull the large intestine with both hands, and shake it hard.

"Bang ......"

I saw that the large intestine was like the ramen of a noodle restaurant, thrown heavily on the wooden pier, and after a few strokes, Zhao Ke untied the intestines for a while.

Pour the floured water from the intestines into a colander.

When the turbid dough water subsided from the colander, I saw that the slag of different sizes was stained with dense sand and even a piece of gravel.

Not to mention the sous chef who handles the large intestine, even the faces of the other four sous chefs are difficult to look at.

If it's really just a little bit, it doesn't hurt, but with so much sand right now, after eating it, it will definitely affect the taste.

Derby is the stone, if the Earl does not accidentally eat it in his mouth, I am afraid that none of them will want to survive.

"The chefs before you have you all the waste, and it's hell if you can survive!"

Zhao Ke angrily threw his large intestine aside and said sarcastically.

Then, he went to the other four cooks in turn, walked around, and picked out a bunch of faults.

"Take me to the cold cellar! I'm going to look at the ingredients below. ”

"Yes...... Dinner was about to be prepared, and it was too late. ”

The five sous chefs now have some belief that the old man in front of them may have some cooking skills, but it is not enough to convince them so easily.

"I said it was too late, I was in time, what do I have to bear?"

At Zhao Ke's strong request, the five sous chefs could only take Zhao Ke into the ice cellar.

There were no refrigerators in this era, but the storage capacity of the cellar was still very practical, especially for the wealth of the factory, building an ice cellar was nothing, and hiding ice in the winter could not only enhance the food storage capacity, but also make cold drinks in the summer.

The ice cellar was in the kitchen, holding an oil lamp, and the six people walked down the ice cellar, and suddenly there was a cold air, which made the five sous chefs shiver.

As soon as the faint light of the oil lamp shone forward, the ice cellar was stocked with all kinds of food and fruit, as well as several barrels of spirits.

The quantity is abundant and the quality is excellent, and if you put aside the danger of being chopped into meat sauce at any time by the Earl, there is no doubt that working as a chef here will be a good errand.

Especially in the hot summer, hiding in the ice cellar, a sip of cold wine, and a sip of fresh fruit is also a good treat.

"Enough of it, we'll go up when we've seen enough."

A cook can't stand the cold of the ice cellar and wants to turn around and leave.

But at this time, Zhao Ke suddenly grabbed his shoulder and said, "Wait! ”

"What??"

"I'm still short of things, you can help me find them."

Zhao Ke's words undoubtedly made the sous chef even more unhappy, and he frowned and said, "What is it??" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to break free of Zhao Ke's hand, but at this time, he found that the thin palm was like an iron tong, making him unable to break free.

Seeing Zhao Ke raise his head, he didn't know when, the evil ghost foot had appeared behind Zhao Ke, and he slowly pulled out his long knife from his waist.

With the sound of the blade buzzing out of the sheath, Zhao Ke grinned, revealing his big yellow teeth, staring at the five sous chefs in front of him, and whispered: "Your hearts! ”