Chef Pierre was so irritated that he kept walking around the kitchen and couldn't see anything. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You, go and wipe down the counter. ”

"But, I've just wiped it. ”

"Wipe it again!"

"Is the steak cut?"

"It's all cut. ”

"Oh, it's not enough, it's not enough, cut it again, otherwise it's not enough. ”

"What about the wine, where is the red wine?"

"Right on your left."

"Bastard, put it so close, aren't you afraid of knocking it over? ”

......

However, all these elaborate preparations are meaningless.

Chef Pierre walked outside the cafeteria with indignation and straightened a newly made notice sign that read in elegant lettering "All-you-can-eat steak with red wine today".

This dish is his specialty, which he learned from the fine dining restaurants of the Champs-Élysées with great difficulty, and he consciously cooks it no worse than those famous chefs.

Sure enough, it was a well-received dish and was a favorite dish among the students, and he only cooked it himself during holiday celebrations. Every time, it will attract a crazy rush from the students, and they have to limit the supply to get out of the whole body, so that they will not die of exhaustion on the stove.

However, today, the sun was in the middle of the sky, and it should have been the busiest time at noon, but the entire cafeteria was still empty, and there was not a single customer.

When did this sad situation begin? Chef Pierre sat alone on the steps at the door of the cafeteria, pondering this question.

Yes, it started after the hillbilly was driven away by himself, and the hillbilly didn't know what to do with it, and was actually sent to manage the dilapidated subordinate canteen.

Even if you manage the canteen of the subordinates, you didn't pay much attention to it, but the food of the subordinates, just mess with it, just eat the dead, and you can play with flowers?

As a result, it really made the bad play flowers, ramen noodles, steamed buns, and made one dish after another with strange names from pork that could not be served.

I really don't understand, why do these aristocratic ladies run to eat the smelly and lowly pork when they don't eat high-end and high-grade good beef.

He also made any private rooms, outdoor tables, and takeaways, all of which made people feel unreliable when they sounded.

Thinking of this, Chef Pierre made up his mind to go and see for himself what kind of drugs this hillbilly from the poor countryside had applied to make these noble ladies so enchanted that he could not do a single business for a whole day.

Of course, it is not possible to go directly like this, and you have to dress up in disguise.

Chef Pierre said he would do it, took off his clean white chef's clothes, found a set of shabby servants' clothes to change into, wiped his face with pot ash, covered his face, and messed up his hair.

With this preparation, he bent his waist, tried to avoid people, and quietly walked towards the lower cafeteria on the east side of the academy.

When I walked to the lower cafeteria, I saw that it was already crowded and lively, and there were many people carrying a tray of food looking for seats.

Not only was the hall full, but even the tables outside the cafeteria were full.

Chef Pierre not only saw the noble female students and their subordinates sharing a table for dinner, but even met a few strong men from the Eiffel Tower Academy next door.

"It's really not polite, so that you can eat together regardless of whether you are high or low, and it looks like a countryman's style. Chef Pierre took a sip and squeezed into the cafeteria.

After waiting in line for a long time, he got a plate of snow-white food, which is said to be the legendary "bun".

He didn't look for a seat, he just found an open place and squatted down to eat.

"Well, it tastes pretty good. Hey, is this pork, why is it not fishy at all? How is this soft dough made, it should not be roasted, it is not the outside at all......" Chef Pierre muttered as he ate.

This kind of delicious food is certainly not something that the hillbilly can make, he must have hired a famous chef to be the head chef, he is so young, he will definitely not have such excellent cooking skills! Maybe he is a country aristocrat, and he has hired a chef from the Champs-Élysées to help, so it makes sense. Well, it must be so, he is so connected in the academy, he can go wherever he wants, he must be a nobleman. Chef Pierre felt that he had analyzed the truth of the matter.

But I still have to find a way to go to the back kitchen, and if I don't go in to see it myself, I still don't feel at ease, it will definitely no longer be the original gang of old guys who are waiting to die, it must be a top team led by a culinary master.

He hesitated for a moment and decided to find a way to blend in the back kitchen.

But it was simpler than he thought.

"Ah, you're here to get takeout, go in first, it should be fine right away. ”

Before he could think of an excuse, he was led into the back kitchen.

The kitchen was busy, of course, but Chef Pierre caught the first glimpse of the hillbilly he had only seen once.

He was smiling and talking to the group of people around him, looking confident and imposing, like the children of the nobility who liked to talk about it.

Ha, I knew that he didn't have such a great cook, he was always chatting and bragging, he didn't cook a dish himself, and he didn't direct other people. Chef Pierre rejoiced at his foresight.

He sneaked over to hear what they were talking about.

As soon as he got closer, he heard a mellow voice that was somewhat familiar: "Then Master Li Ang, why can you not get tired of this honey pork at all?"

"Ah, that, these pork should be boiled a little in water first, and then fried in a pan over low heat, so that all the fat in the meat is fried, and then some beet juice is added to taste, and the meat will not feel greasy. The young man surrounded by the crowd talked eloquently.

Everyone nodded, and some people took out small notebooks and recorded them carefully.

Seeing such a scene, Chef Pierre couldn't help but sneer: "What kind of bullshit master, when will such a little basic skill be called a master?"

Everyone who was disturbed by him turned around and glared angrily at this outrageous guy, including of course the middle-aged man who had just asked the question.

The middle-aged man asked loudly: "Who are you, don't talk nonsense, I tell you, if Master Leon can't be called a master chef, no one in Paris is qualified to be called a master!"

Chef Pierre recognized the middle-aged man who was questioning him with an angry face, and was startled, and he couldn't speak: "Master Bernard, you, why are you here?"

He looked around again, he knew every one of them so well, he knew all the glorious deeds of these people: Master Ducasse, Master Lubçon, Master Bocuse, Bosser Brothers...... All of them are the most famous culinary masters in Paris, and they are all the top chefs who lead the entire French culinary scene.

Master Bernard said, of course: "Of course, we are here to ask Master Leon for advice, of course, we are here to invite Master Leon to join the Paris Culinary Association, and by the way, to test Master Leon's culinary level." ”

Speaking of this, Master Bernard stopped, he looked around, he saw that everyone nodded to him in encouragement, and then he continued: "But I think, now there is no need to test, on behalf of the Paris Culinary Association, I officially invite Master Leon to become the honorary president of our association!"

The long-lasting warm applause resounded again in the small back kitchen.

And the applause is all the top chefs who preside over the fine dining restaurants on the Champs-Élysées, almost all the master chefs in Paris, and half of the entire French culinary scene.