Food customizer.

Thomas, he comes from a country in the extremely cold north.

In his country, people have no fighting spirit. Most of them receive subsistence allowances from the government and spend their days drinking.

But this kind of life seems to be pretty good. I drink more when I have money and less when I don't. Although I can't live a very wealthy life, I always get the minimum living allowance every month.

In such a country, enjoying life becomes people's main consideration.

Food is an indispensable part of enjoying life, but due to geographical factors, people there are mostly only experienced in cooking various wild animals and marine fish.

As for something like flour, at most you can use it to fry donuts or something like that.

In such an environment, Thomas has a height of 1.9 meters and a weight of more than 200 kilograms. Standing in front of ordinary people, he looks like a small mountain.

After eating a bowl of beef noodles, Thomas felt an unprecedented sense of relief, and even felt that the aftereffects of the alcohol he drank on the way to Beijing had dissipated a lot.

"It would be nice if I could have a bowl of noodles like this every time I drink!"

Thomas thought secretly.

"If I bring back the recipe for this kind of noodles, everyone will love it!"

Looking at the empty bowl, Thomas fell into deep thought.

How can we promote this noodle recipe in our own country?

First of all, you have to know how to do it.

And these are four or five dishes that have been served one after another. Even if we follow what the boss just said, that we will have to taste more than twenty dishes today, Thomas still doesn't feel satisfied enough.

He wants to eat his fill!

He wanted to fill his stomach all at once!

After thinking for a while, Thomas seemed to have an idea. He glanced sideways and said, "Hello, where is the bathroom?"

The waitress who was in charge of receiving him bent down and smiled, raised her hand and pointed to a place in front, "I'll take you there."

Thomas nodded, a sly glint in his eyes.

Walking to the bathroom door, Thomas said seriously, "It may take me a long time, so you can go back first. If there are new dishes later, please put them on the table for me."

The waitress was stunned. It was the first time she heard a guest make such a request.

Generally speaking, their guides are required to provide service throughout the entire process, but when the young lady thought about the way Thomas ate noodles just now: he picked up the bowl and swallowed the noodles and soup in one gulp without chewing at all, she felt relieved.

This is because I’m afraid that going to the toilet will affect the preparation of other dishes.

"it is good."

The waitress turned around and went back.

And after seeing the young lady leave, Thomas first fixed his hair in front of the mirror and then straightened his clothes.

"Well, I still look a bit like the Chinese."

Then, a fat man with red hair, blue eyes, and weighing 1.9 meters and 200 pounds, swaggered around the inner hall and walked along the wall towards the elevator entrance.

Several waitresses noticed him and thought he was a translator brought by a guest, and even smiled and greeted Thomas.

He also smiled back at the other person calmly.

When he arrived at the elevator entrance, Thomas saw the small operating table used to place dishes.

Now there was only the empty bowl they had used for their meal, the bowl with noodles. Standing here, one could even smell the aroma of the noodles.

'You've come to the right place!'

Thomas silently nodded a thumbs-up to his own cleverness, and then pretended to be calm and looked at the numbers on the elevator. He found that after the empty bowls were pushed in, they first went to the floor above, and then the elevator returned to the 19th floor.

"If I guess correctly, the upper floor is where the dishes are washed, and the 19th floor is where the food is served!"

Thomas continued calmly, pressed the button for an elevator next to him, and walked in.

After all, everyone is very busy now, and it is generally difficult for problems to arise at a banquet of this level. Everyone here is a well-known figure, so nothing will happen.

So even though many people saw Thomas enter the elevator, no one thought much about it.

After Thomas arrived at the 19th floor, as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw several young ladies rushing into the elevator next to him carrying plate carts and other things.

'It seems I have come to the right place.'

Continuing to walk inside, Thomas was still a little curious about this place.

I thought it was a kitchen, but it actually looked more like an office area.

With a little curiosity, Thomas continued to walk inside. After pushing open the door and arriving at the office cafeteria, he saw several sets of pure white chef uniforms on the round table in the middle. He didn't know what kind of force drove him, but he picked up the largest size and put it on himself.

'Put on your chef's uniform before entering someone's kitchen. This is the most basic respect for the host!'

At least it is clean, so the dust on it won’t affect the owner’s mood!

Thomas thought so.

He also put on a white tall hat.

After pushing open the door and walking into the kitchen, the busy scene he had imagined did not appear. Instead, he saw a group of people gathered around a pot, not knowing what they were doing. Thomas only discovered it after he took a few steps closer.

"What the hell! I can't even eat Lanzhou ramen, but they give everyone a big bowl?"

'Is there beef slices on top?'

At this moment, Thomas truly experienced what it meant for his heart to collapse!

However, before he had time to feel sad, someone stuffed a bowl into his hand and said, "You haven't eaten yet? Hurry up and finish eating so you can get back to work! The next dish will start soon!"

The other party spoke in Chinese, and Thomas could only understand a rough idea through the simultaneous interpreter in his ear.

He nodded numbly, looking at the bowl in his hands in disbelief.

Noodles, almost twice as much as he had in the banquet hall!

The soup is a big bowl full of it!

There were a few thinly sliced ​​beef on the surface of the noodles. These things combined together seemed to exude an even richer aroma than the noodles he had just eaten.

'Eat first!'

Thomas felt a little awkward holding the chopsticks stuck in the bowl, so he simply used the chopsticks to pick up the noodles, holding the big bowl with his head tilted back and slurping the noodles and soup into his mouth.

The rich beef aroma, the hot beef broth, the slightly yellow noodles with a wheat aroma, and those chewy beef slices.

All of this combined creates an unprecedented delicious explosion in the mouth!

Thomas' taste buds seemed to be thoroughly aroused.

"It's so cool!"

He is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 kilograms. The originally large bowl looks like a small teacup in his hand.

'I just wonder if I can have another bowl?'

With this thought in mind, Thomas put the bowl where the others were, and then tried to get closer to the pot to take a look. However, before he got closer, he heard a burst of noise in the kitchen.

"Ready, ready! Next dish!"

Amid the noise, Thomas did not see how busy everyone was. Instead, he saw a large group of people gathered around a young man in a suit.

He knew this person. He was the one who had just appeared in the banquet hall. He seemed to be the boss of this company and also the chef of this banquet.

'Why is he wearing a suit?'

Thomas didn't think much about it and followed everyone to surround Su Chen. The interesting thing was that even so, no one noticed anything wrong.

Even a few of the kitchen helpers moved their feet to make room for Thomas.

Thomas looked towards the center over the crowd of heads, and saw Su Chen using an iron hook to scoop out all the chickens in the pot, putting them into a pot of water next to it, and then heating up the oil in the pot.

Bring the oil to a boil over medium heat, then pour it into the small plates on the table one by one.

There was a mixture of seasonings on the plate. Looking closely, there were not many types, just green onions, ginger and salt.

Su Chen took out the chickens soaked in cold water and put what looked like cooked peanut oil in another pot. He dipped a brush in the oil and brushed a layer of oil on the surface of each chicken.

The chicken, which originally had yellowish skin, immediately became shiny and oily, and it looked appetizing.

Next, Su Chen picked up a kitchen knife and skillfully cut off the entire drumstick of each chicken. Then, with a few bangs, he cut the drumstick into strips about one centimeter wide.

Two pieces of chicken thighs were placed on each of the small plates lined up in the queue, and a small dipping saucer filled with hot oil was placed next to the small plate.

"Serve!"

Thomas couldn't help feeling a little strange.

Is this the end?

He even felt that he did not see the cooking process of Su Chen. He just boiled a chicken in water, cut it up, and then made a small dipping dish for condiments?

As the cart sent out more than twenty plates, Thomas followed the waiter and prepared to go upstairs to taste the authentic-looking chicken.

He was really curious.

Because when I saw the pot of chicken soup just now, I felt that the soup was very light. It was obvious that no seasoning was added. Could the chicken cooked in this way be delicious?

Thomas turned around and prepared to leave, but was suddenly grabbed by a chubby boy.

"Where are you going? Eat quickly, then get ready to work!"

The fat boy stuffed a bowl into Thomas's hand. The bowl contained a prepared sauce and a chicken wing on top.

'No. What happened to them?'

Thomas felt a little confused. Did he recognize him and take the initiative to feed him?

He didn't understand, but looking at the bowl in his hand, he had to realize that the portion was obviously much larger than the one served above.

"No wonder they didn't give us more food, so they want to eat too?"

Thomas was a little bit confused, but his appetite finally overcame his reason. He was too lazy to use cutlery. He took the chicken wing with his hands, coated it with the dipping sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

Hey?

The most striking thing when you take a bite is the sauce at the bottom of the bowl. There is nothing much to say about it. After all, this thing is used to enhance the flavor. The taste is also very simple, with the taste of green onion and ginger and a bit of umami.

But

When Thomas tried hard to use his tongue and mouth to pull the chicken wing bone out of his mouth, leaving only the skin and flesh of the chicken wing, he just chewed it slightly, and his face was full of surprise.

This skin? It actually has a crispy texture?

This meat? It's so tender and fresh?

Let's just say that as Thomas from the Far North, in his forty-something years of life, his taste buds have never experienced such silky chicken.

What’s even more outrageous is that at this moment Thomas actually had an idea in his mind that he himself could hardly accept: So this is what chicken tastes like?

So what did I eat before?

Fried chicken? Grilled chicken? So what are they?

This is the fucking chicken!!!

After finishing a chicken wing in two bites, Thomas watched the people in front of him share the remaining chicken. There was still a lot left, so he instinctively reached his bowl into the crowd.

as predicted!

The chubby boy threw a piece of chicken breast directly into his bowl.

"This is good, the meat is big!"

Thomas pinched the chicken breast with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

The chewy chunks of meat, the crispy and fragrant chicken skin, the tender and fragrant chicken meat. Unlike the chicken wings just now, the chicken breast actually has rich gravy flowing out with every chew. If Thomas didn't know that he was eating chicken, he would really think it was 5A Wagyu!

'Then it might be 5A and chicken!'

Never mind, Thomas felt that it would be fine even if he didn't go upstairs. At least he could eat more in the kitchen than upstairs.

Finish a chicken breast in two bites.

Thomas wanted to put his bowl in, but unfortunately he saw that the chicken he had just cooked had been divided up and there was no meat left.

However, Thomas noticed that it seemed that these chefs only ate the meat. Why didn’t they eat the separated bones?

There are clearly shredded meat hanging on it.

He walked to the operating table on the other side, picked up the discarded bones, dipped them in the sauce in the bowl, and began to chew them, while at the same time listening carefully to the translation coming from his ears.

After Liu Abao ate two pieces of chicken, he patted his belly happily and said, "What did I say? I told you that our boss is amazing at controlling the water temperature! Do you believe it this time?"

Abao is a good person.

Everyone rushed for the first dishes. Some of the more introverted kitchen helpers could not eat much at all. Later on, he started to help. He would stuff food into anyone's empty bowl whenever he saw one.

Just now he stuffed two pieces of chicken into a young kitchen helper’s pocket. After all, they were all family, so if not today, when would they eat?

Get on good terms with your brothers, and next time when you want to slack off, you can just call someone to the second floor to help you. Isn't that just a piece of cake?

It's just that everyone is so busy that no one has time to take a good look at each other. They are either busy helping to cook or busy showing off their dishes. There is no time to relax at all.

"I've seen it, I've really seen it. Brother Abao, do you know how Boss Su controls it so exquisitely?" A kitchen helper came over and asked with sparkling eyes.

A Bao smacked his lips. "To be honest, I've been working at Delicious for quite a long time, but I've never learned the boss's craft. I don't know how the boss did it. I can only say that it's not difficult for those who know how to do it, but it's difficult for those who don't."

Everyone who heard this felt a little regretful.

But Liu Abao spoke again, "When I was in Beijing with Boss Su, I cooked a dish at Cuihualou."

Cui Yu gave him a blank look.

Fortunately, Wang Peixin is not here, otherwise if the old matter was brought up again, there would probably be a fight.

“Sautéed diced chicken with soy sauce! At that time, Boss Su amazed the entire Cuihualou kitchen with his skill of blanching the chicken at low temperature without adding cooking wine!”

Wow~~

The young kitchen helpers immediately became interested.

Cuihualou is a time-honored Beijing restaurant with one Michelin star. From what Brother Abao said, it seems like they are going there to challenge the restaurant!

This kind of thing happens in the chef world, but it concerns one's own reputation. If it succeeds, it is equivalent to making an enemy with someone, and if it fails, one's reputation is ruined, so most of the chefs who can do this kind of thing are unruly chefs.

"Is there such a thing? Brother Bao, please tell me what's going on."

"Yeah, Brother Abao, why are you guys cooking in the kitchen of Rencui Hualou? Would Manager Renwang agree?"

"That's right, Brother Abao, you are not bragging, are you?"

"By the way, what does low-temperature blanching mean? Isn't blanching just putting the meat in cold water and adding cooking wine to skim off the foam?"

Amid the group of people's curious questions, A Bao's vanity was greatly satisfied. Just looking at him with a smug look on his face, his hands on his hips, his expression was just like Wang Yousheng in Bright Sword.

Po was just about to speak and show off.

A very untimely voice appeared.

"So? Are there also competitions among Chinese chefs?"

The group of people were waiting for Abao to tell stories with great anticipation, but they were all stunned by the voice.

It's not that this question is difficult to answer.

But

This sentence is not Chinese!!!