My name is Tian Fuji and I am a cook. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On my first day as a cook, my master told me a truth. In this world, there are many things that cannot be eaten indiscriminately, especially the game in the restaurant, which should not be easily touched.

One of my opponents also warned me that there are two places in the world that are closest to hell. One is the battlefield, and the other is the kitchen. Because the battlefield can see all kinds of people die, and the kitchen, you can see all kinds of creatures all kinds of death.

Behind those seemingly delicious foods, diners will never know how many "unclean" things and miserable stories there are.

Later, with the enrichment of my experience, I slowly understood more truths, and also understood the "obscure" and "taboo" that are difficult to talk about in many chef circles. I also know that some things, which seem delicious, will kill people, and some things, which seem to be fatal, can save people's lives.

After that, I didn't understand this line of work more and more. From gutter oil to civets, from dead rats to human placenta. It seems that in the past few years, what everyone eats has become more and more evil and weird.

So, I decided to tell you the story of what happened to me and my friends in order to tell everyone that you must be careful when eating, because what you eat will not only fill your stomach, but also invite some "adventures" that you will never like.

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My story has to start from when I was "apprenticed".

In fact, I am also very fortunate to say that the place where I learned cooking back then was not a cooking school such as Lanxiang or New Oriental, but the most famous and conscientious "big canteen" in China - the army cooking class.

When I was young, I didn't study well, and my family was a farmer, so I didn't have much knowledge, and I thought that so many college students couldn't find a job now, and it seemed that there was no interest in studying.

So just after graduating from high school, my family took advantage of my second uncle's relationship in the county armed forces department to send me to join the army as a soldier.

Before leaving, my mother gave me 1,000 yuan, and my father left me only one sentence: "Don't come back to see me if you don't mix up." ”

In this way, together with nine young people from the same village, I boarded a train to the barracks and traveled all the way from my hometown of Hebei to Guizhou in the southwest. With a vision for the future and a yearning for the barracks, he joined the big family of the people's soldiers.

But I soon found out that the days of being a soldier were far from being as good as I imagined.

It's a shame to say that after the recruit training, because of my poor physical fitness, I was at the bottom of all indicators, so in the end, I became the remaining "talent" selected by various branches of the army, and I had to leave my friends in the same township and was assigned to the cooking class with the lightest combat readiness task in the company.

I saw that my friends in the same village all carried steel guns, and only I picked up the rice spoon, and the psychological gap quietly appeared.

Because of this, with my ideological baggage, I have a very negative attitude towards work in the cooking class, and I don't participate much in the activities arranged by the company and the class, and even sometimes I have a child's temper and make some outrageous behaviors.

Now that I think about it, if it had continued like this, I would have been an idle boy in the cooking class at most, mixed with two years of compulsory soldiers, and then quietly went home to continue farming, but I would have been alive.

But what I didn't expect was that just when I was giving up on myself, a "crisis" that suddenly happened to me completely changed my fate and negative attitude.

It was also because of that incident that since then, I have been blessed by misfortune and found the direction and purpose of my life.

That was the story of my first Spring Festival in the army.

One day, dozens of men and women suddenly came to our group, those who were dressed strangely, seemed to be wearing linen and filial piety, among them were men, women and children, listening to the accent was a hodgepodge of the north and the south, and I didn't know why things gathered together.

When I saw these people, I accidentally noticed that several of them were holding the ashes jar......

At that time, I was very puzzled, because there was no combat readiness mission in the army recently, and I had not participated in emergency rescue and disaster relief, what was the origin of these "military families" and ashes that suddenly appeared......

Later, I learned from my comrades-in-arms that these ashes were the missing veterans of our company during the War of Resistance Against Japan, and for various reasons, the bones were only recently found by chance.

Later, the descendants of these martyrs collectively approached the troops, hoping that the troops could properly dispose of the bones of the martyrs and restore the names and honors of these once forgotten martyrs.

This incident caused a sensation at the time, and even alarmed the leadership of the military department. Under the personal instructions of the head of the military region, the division commander personally met with the families of these military martyrs. He also said that the bones of the martyrs must be properly disposed of and the monument will be erected.

During the Spring Festival of that year, under the instructions of the leaders of the division headquarters, we happily spent an unforgettable Chinese New Year's Eve together with the families of military martyrs.

And that Chinese New Year's Eve almost killed me!

Since the Spring Festival is celebrated, it is natural that the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is indispensable. Although the time was tight and the task was heavy, our cooking squad still ensured the food of the company, especially the families of the military martyrs, on time, and took proper care of the military families.

At that time, the food standards set for the families of military martyrs were very high, in addition to the standard four dishes and one soup, even the leaders also specially instructed our cooking squad leaders to prepare an extra sea bass and a bottle of wine for each table.

Back then, the squad leader who led our cooking class was called Zhao Haipeng, a native of Lunan, Shandong, and a small veteran. Because the squad leader has been a soldier for a long time, we habitually call him "old squad leader".

After receiving the order, the old squad leader immediately assigned a task and instructed me and a comrade-in-arms named Zhao Hong to dispose of the fresh sea bass that I bought.

The so-called treatment of sea bass is nothing more than a preliminary process such as scaling and gills pulling.

After that, the old squad leader will come to take over as usual, slic, marinate, plate, and put on the pot. After he made the last main course of "steamed sea bass", the two of us soldiers could be "liberated".

At first, everything went well. The five excellent sea bass specially prepared for the families of military martyrs were personally inspected by the old squad leader, and after confirming them one by one, they quickly entered the steamer.

In the fragrant steam of the steamer, I who had always been not very gregarious also started to talk, and we chatted with the old squad leader in a rare conversation in the cheerful atmosphere of the New Year.

In this way, we stood by the fire, smelling the hot steam in the fish pot, and all three of us swallowed and smeared it in unison.

Seeing that the last dish was about to be finished, I felt a sense of torment.

Thinking about that kind of torment now, it is not only a joy, but also a rare military experience, and he is soaked with a strong sense of comradeship.

When the old squad leader lifted the lid of the steamer, Zhao Hong and I rushed to serve the perch in the lid of the pot, and both of us looked forward to ending this boiling task as soon as possible and opening the bottle with our comrades to celebrate.

However, just as we were happily bringing out the fat perch, the old squad leader suddenly poured a scoop of cold water on us!

"This fish is not right!" He shouted.

The old squad leader looked at the fish in my hand, his originally elated face suddenly turned black and purple, and he reached out to stop us from serving the food.

Then, the old class lowered his head again, stared carefully at the perch in Zhao Hong's hands and me, and didn't speak for a long time.

At that time, I was baffled by the old squad leader, and I couldn't help but think, is there something wrong with this fish? It's not bad! The film is not good-looking? But who cares.......

Just as I was guessing, the old squad leader suddenly sighed, pointed to the perch in my hand and said, "Xiao Tian, the fish in your hand can't be eaten." Take it out and find a place to bury it. ”

"What?" I looked at the old squad leader with round eyes, thinking that I had misheard.

You must know that this perch was specially bought by the company from the local market in order to entertain the martyrs. Money is not a problem, the key is that there are only five tails in total. If you can't eat one, it means that a table of military martyrs is missing a finale main dish.

At this time, Zhao Hong, who also didn't understand the meaning of the old squad leader, was also puzzled: "Old squad leader! This fish is not bad! You also checked before putting it in the pan, fresh. ”

But at this time, the old squad leader did not change his judgment at all, shook his hand and said: "I know what you said, but this fish just can't be eaten." If you eat it, there will be a big problem! ”

"What's the problem?" Zhao Hong and I asked at the same time. It's not that we like to get to the bottom of it, it's that we just don't understand.

Besides, there was one fish missing for no reason. How do you explain it to the company commander?

"Silly boy!" Seeing the stubborn appearance of the two of us, the old squad leader laughed anxiously and angrily, then touched our heads, pointed to the two perch in our hands and said, "You take a closer look, what is the difference between the fish in Xiao Tian's hand and the ordinary fish?" ”

"This ......" I looked at the fish in my hand in confusion, then at Zhao Hong's, and then compared it with a few in the pot.

Soon, I discovered that there was something strange and even strange about the fish in my hand!

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