It was the rising sun, the flowers, a sunny and vibrant morning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The students of the Rose Sword Academy walked in groups to the cafeteria where the smoke had already risen and started a new day.

Zhang Ang also walked into the canteen with the flow of people, he passed by one seat, one by one, passed through the busy ordering window, and walked straight into the back kitchen of the canteen.

As soon as you enter the back kitchen, you are greeted by a wave of fragrant heat, and many men and women are sweating in the kitchen, busy with each other.

"Jam bread, jam bread is ready?"

"Wait a minute, it'll be out soon!"

"Three portions of fried bacon, I'm in a hurry, hurry up!"

"Good, good, right away. Bacon, where is the bacon, who saw it?"

"The flower dew honey water is ready, come and carry it over. ”

"Kneading a few dough, hurry up, it's too late here"

"Who's going to wash the fruit, cut the plate and wait for it. ”

......

Zhang Ang saw that they were so busy that no one cared about him at all, so he consciously walked to the sink and washed the fruit, and after washing, he carefully peeled it, cut it into pieces, and put it on a plate next to him.

Others have their own jobs, and Zhang Ang is also a newcomer, so he doesn't know the tricks inside. Only this is the easiest way to handle fruits, and no tricks are required. And on the first day of work, I naturally have to behave positively and leave a good impression on the leader.

As time passed, the sound of orders became less and less, and finally only a few were left, and with the sound of a bell, breakfast time was finally over.

Everyone let out a long breath and began to clean up slowly, and Zhang Ang also began to clean the husks and peels on the ground.

At this moment, a young cook ran up, took the broom in his hand, and said to him, "I'd better come, Chef Pierre told you." ”

Following the direction she pointed, Zhang Ang saw a middle-aged man with a serious face, wearing a white chef's suit, a tall chef's hat, and a brown beard meticulously groomed.

Looking at Zhang Ang who came over, he asked, "You are the chef recommended by Elder Sophia, is your name Li Ang?"

Zhang Ang hurriedly said yes.

"Where are you from, where did you learn your culinary skills, and what chefs have you worked with?" Chef Pierre asked very tall and condescendingly to Zhang Ang.

"I'm from Luntu City, and I'm self-taught, and I've never worked with a chef before. Zhang Ang had no choice but to confess.

"I've never heard of Luntu City, and it's a dirt bun from a poor countryside. Chef Pierre's voice suddenly became stern: "No wonder there is no concept of time at all, the gang is opened, everyone is busy before they come leisurely, even a fruit can't be cut well, good fruit, what do you cut such a small piece for, it seems even more." ”

"This, cut it smaller, girls can take exactly one bite......" Zhang Ang was interrupted by Chef Pierre before he could finish explaining.

"You still refute it, are you still not convinced? Won't you ask someone before you cut it? It doesn't matter if you haven't done it before, as long as you ask more questions and learn more, and you are willing to work hard, you can also get a foothold in Paris. I'm afraid that people like you don't know how to pretend to understand and act wantonly. Each dish is the result of years of hard work by senior chefs, and this cut fruit is no exception. Master Bernard made it clear that the fruit should be cut 3 cm long, 3 cm wide and 3 cm thick, which is the correct way to cut it. Maestro Bernard is the master chef of the fine dining restaurant on the Champs-Élysées, and his words are the golden rule!

"These larger fruits can naturally be cut into 3 centimeters, but those smaller fruits are not 3 centimeters in their own right. Zhang Ang couldn't help but complain.

The kitchen fell silent in an instant, and countless gloating eyes fell on Zhang Ang.

Chef Pierre's face turned red at first, then turned the color of pork liver, and finally burst into a veil like a volcano about to erupt.

Sure enough, after only a moment of calm, the volcano erupted: "Get out! Get out of here! My kitchen doesn't want garbage like you! You hillbilly! Farmer, mud legs! Get out of here!"

Under Chef Pierre's incessant cursing, two strong men came out of the chef and put Zhang Ang out.

Out of the back kitchen, one of the strong men said to Zhang Ang: "Alas, Chef Pierre is such a person, he is usually arbitrary, and he doesn't like others to oppose him the most. And he admires Master Bernard the most, although he has been rejected several times to visit the Champs-Élysées, but no one is allowed to say that Master Bernard is bad. You've hit him this time, and you're definitely not going to be able to come back to this kitchen. ”

Another strong man also comforted him: "Since you can rely on the relationship of Elder Sophia, it is not difficult to find a job." Everyone is out of a small city, so I kindly warn you a few words, and you should pay more attention to this way of speaking in the future. Try to talk less, do more, be obedient, do whatever you are told to do, don't come out of your temperament, it's easy to offend people. Alas, you can do it yourself. ”

There was no way, Zhang Ang had no choice but to go back dejectedly.

He didn't feel very uncomfortable, after all, he was a huge rich man with millions of gold, and his mentality was different, and he didn't want to be angry with these people who worked for the college.

It's just that I can't do nothing, my own martial arts training progress is slow, Paris is not close to the sea, and there is no place to practice internal skills. And it is not easy to exchange this million gold for martial arts cheats, after all, now that he is almost recorded on the blacklist of the Holy See, he will never dare to enter the church to buy martial arts.

Zhang Ang had no choice but to frown tightly and returned to the small building with a sad face.

In an enclosed garden in the Rose Sword Academy, four beautiful schoolgirls with swords were summoned.

In front of them, there stood a row of seven people, who were the seven instructors of the academy management committee.

"You are the best of this class of students, and you are far superior to Tongji in terms of talent and strength. This time, the four of you were summoned here to prepare for the ranking competition of the Paris Martial Arts Academy at the beginning of spring, and to conduct centralized closed training for you. The woman in the power suit of the orange rose announced.

"Is Sophie also a mentor?" someone asked.

"Of course, Miss Sophie has joined the Academy's management council and is now the Academy's official Senior Tutor. The middle-aged woman with the yellow rose announced.

"Sophie has just graduated, I admit that Sophie is stronger than us, but I don't think she is enough to be a senior mentor. Generally, graduates stay in school to teach, aren't they all tutor assistants, not even junior tutors, why can Sophie become a senior tutor, this is not in line with the regulations. Another student spoke, his tone full of disbelief.

Miss Sophie was not annoyed, and stood up and said lightly: "Of course I am qualified, because I teach the highest level of swordsmanship skills. ”

"What trick?" someone wondered.

"I teach 'Advanced Swordsmanship Techniques and Their Applications for Changing the Flexibility and Ductility of Metal Sword Blades with Internal Force.' ”