The chef of the restaurant was a big, thick man.
When Li Si first came in, he was burying his head in his throat and slicing a fat duck.
Seeing Li Si walk in, followed by the shop owner, the chef swept his eyes twice and thought he got it.
"I'll leave the man to you, take good care of him." The middle-aged man gave the chef a wink.
Chef returned his wink, meaning don't worry.
He was also an old-timer who had been in the kitchen for over ten years. At this moment, he knew at a glance that the boss was arranging another relative into the shop.
The middle-aged uncle hesitantly left, turning back one step at a time as he walked away.
The chef seemed to see his concern and nodded to the middle-aged uncle with a smile.
The middle-aged uncle took a deep breath and decided to trust him.
The kitchen door slammed shut.
"What's your relationship with the boss? " the chef hugged his arms, deciding to feel Li Si's way first.
Li Si sniffed and answered honestly, "No relationship."
Hearing this, the chef let out a cold laugh, thinking that he had seen through Li Si's trick.
Without a relationship, can the boss personally send you in?
Without a relationship, can he specifically instruct me to take care of you?
Not bothering to talk to Li Si more, the chef pulled out a knife from a nearby kitchenware rack and handed it to him.
"Can you use this thing? Cut a few things for me."
It didn't take long for Li Si to put on an apron and a white chef's hat on his head.
In front of him were four potatoes lined up neatly.
The chef stood by and watched coldly. Cutting potatoes was an introduction among introductions, and it wasn't too easy to hurt your hands.
He was really afraid that Li Si was a rash person who didn't know anything about cooking.
He had met a fool before who clearly didn't know how to cut vegetables, but had to pretend to play with the knife. In the end, he cut his hand and the chef had to call an ambulance for him.
Li Si picked up the kitchen knife and looked at it carefully, then washed it with water. This step alone made the chef not help but secretly nod his head.
That's right, no matter what you cut in the kitchen, the first step is always to wash the kitchenware.
It's not just about keeping it clean.
More importantly, a chef's knife that had cut something could pick up odours from other ingredients, taking a lot of the flavour out of the final dish that was made.
Fixing the slippery potatoes with one hand and holding the kitchen knife with the other, Li Si honestly sliced.
The chef narrowed his eyes, and he was surprised to find that the boy's knife skills were not that good, but he was surprisingly decent.
Before long, potato chunks littered the basket. Li Si looked to the chef and quietly waited for the next instruction.
Looking at Li Si's well-behaved appearance, the chef suddenly had the urge to cry.
After how many years, the boss finally sent over a reliable one!
Without warning, he held Li Si's hand.
Li Si was startled and thought he had encountered workplace sexual harassment. His eyes subconsciously glanced to the chef's knife on the side, and he managed to hold back his desire to attack.
The chef was completely unaware that he had just had a brush with danger.
His expression was pleased, " Good! Well done. As long as you are willing to learn, I will teach you all the dishes. Come on, fry an egg fried rice for me first."
Li Si felt puzzled, not knowing why this guy was suddenly so excited.
But after all, he was working in someone else's shop. Without a word, Li Si obediently beat the eggs, chopped the onions, and prepared the ingredients needed for the egg fried rice.
The chef gave orders.
"Well, the heat here is a bit too much."
" Whisk the eggs a little faster, don't be so sluggish!"
When Li Si finally made the raw materials, the chef looked at the plate of mediocre-looking egg fried rice and felt very disappointed.
"At your age, how did you dare to cook like this? Don't you want to become a famous chef?"
Li Si wanted to say something, and was tempted to say that he had just come over to experience life.
But the chef couldn't listen to anything, he directly pulled Li Si to start from cutting onions and taught him by hand.
Time passed by, and Li Si's mood also changed from the beginning of [excited], to [slightly bored], and finally became [hopeless].
Picking up the spoon and tasting a mouthful of crystal clear egg fried rice, the chef finally nodded in satisfaction.
"Good, that's more like it, let's start the next dish."
You're not done yet?
Li Si laughed awkwardly, his brain racing, trying to think of an excuse to butch up.
Just then, a small chef walked into the back kitchen.
"Chef! The pig has arrived!"
The chef's spirit perked up at the words.
Tomorrow, they were going to receive a table of distinguished guests, so they had specially ordered a live black pig from the countryside.
Pork dishes were only delicious when they were freshly slaughtered.
Rolling up his sleeves, the chef walked towards the backyard. He suddenly stopped, thought for a moment, and called Li Si to him.
"Later, we're going to kill a pig, you also go and watch and learn."
For the chef, killing pigs was also a necessary skill.
Li Si of course had no problem with it. As long as he wasn't allowed to fry scrambled eggs, he would do anything.
The two of them walked towards the backyard one after the other, the black pig had already been tied up and hung upside down on a wooden pole.
Several small cooks were busy beside it, and Li Si took a glance and found that they were all live-streaming equipment.
"Killing a pig also needs to be live-streamed?"
"Live pigs slaughtered and killed now shows that our shop's pork is fresh. It can be used for publicity." With a simple explanation, the chef took off his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and held a pig-killing knife in his hand.
He spat into his palm, "Watch this!"
The young chefs cooperated.
The youngest one, the chef, stood in front of the camera:
"Families, we are killing an Iberian black pig today. 370 pounds, no exaggeration, 370 pounds. Any family members who want to try it should definitely visit tonight. There's a discount, a massive discount."
Not long after, the live broadcast room had many more netizens.
[Ask if you don't understand, can this pig be released?]
[May I ask if sensitive skin can be used?]
[I feel you this background is very fake.]]
The live broadcast room is filled with fast air.
The chef used a rag to polish the pig-killing knife to shine brightly, and with a low gulp, he slashed at the black pig's neck.
The chef thought to himself that the knife was flawless, and he surreptitiously gauged Li Si's expression to find that he was indeed subdued.
Hmph.
He was just about to boast about himself when he realised that everyone was staring daggers at his back.
He knew it was bad, but before the chef could turn around, a huge force slammed into his back.
The chubby chef let out an ouch and fell face down to the ground, eating a mouthful of mud.
The live broadcast room also instantly exploded.
[Crouching Anchor! Second Brother is out of trouble!
[Anchor quickly run, this black pig is not ordinary, be careful he pout you!
[Chef was pouting (sad)]
"There are hoo's everywhere.
It turns out that the wound caused by the chef's knife was too shallow and the rope was not tied so strongly. Under the severe pain, the black pig struggled desperately, but managed to get out of the trap.
After circling around a few times, the black pig's reddish eyes took aim at the one who was the best bully:
Li Si, who was standing on the spot at a loss for words.
He built up his strength a little, and then swished at his opponent like a pinball.
In his haste, Li Si could only pick up his killing knife, looking weak.
[Second Brother double kills hahahahahaha]
[Handsome little brother is also going to be pouting power]
[It's too miserable, this kind of pig should be used to running in the mountains, boss call more people.]
[Isn't it a bit dangerous ... Crouching!
Subsequently, the live broadcast room quickly turned into a neat and tidy [Crouching! .
Only to see that handsome young man holding the knife, did not run away, but instead rushed up.
Everyone thought that he was praying for a fight, but the result was that the young guy slashed his knife on the black pig's brain. Another two consecutive knives were stabbed into the black pig's chest.
Pig's blood sprayed out like no money, drenching his head and face.
Li Si wiped his face vigorously, unaware that this action made himself look even more frightening, "Why does it taste sweet?"