A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Chapter 123 67 Chef Siris

What Charlie didn't know was that Mende and Hermane were so close to giving up.

Well, fortunately he agreed in time.

The two people got up from the ground happily, and Charlie walked past them and closed the door gently.

These things cannot be spread out...

Then, he turned back and sat down with an expressionless face in the sight of the two people, with only his head above his neck exposed.

Then Mende and Hermione watched him get off the stool, put two books on it, and then sit back down.

This time his entire upper body was exposed.

Charlie coughed twice with satisfaction, put on his original poker face, opened his mouth, and was about to get straight to the point, but then decided to play hard to get.

"So, what do you want to know?"

Hermane and Mende looked at each other silently, seemingly communicating silently about Charlie's reliability.

After a moment, Mende spoke carefully.

"First of all." He said, "You are just like us...'a magician', right?"

Charlie didn't speak, nodded, and shook his head.

Mende was stunned, what did this guy mean?

"I want to correct two of your mistakes." Charlie smiled mysteriously, "First, we are 'wizards', not 'magicians'."

"Secondly, what you are using is 'witchcraft' rather than 'magic'."

……

The residents of St. Francis have always had a very clear evaluation of Fraternity Hospital: medical skills like angels, food like Satan.

The reason is not difficult to understand. In order to save money, the hospital hired three Hampton cooks.

Therefore, most patients would rather eat bread and luncheon meat than eat the patient meals provided by the hospital.

This has left the kitchen here in a state of neglect all year round, and now it just makes Levi and a few people cheaper.

"Quick, load it up!"

Levi gave an order, and Malda, who was wearing a white apron, brought a plate by express delivery. The former picked up the pan and poured out the tomato scrambled eggs with double the sugar.

This is not only because most of the team members are foreigners who like sweet tastes, but also because Phoenix's persimmons are so hard and sour that Levi just took a bite of a raw one and almost thought he was eating a big plum raw.

After putting the food on the plate, Martha swallowed, shook her head, and ran quickly to bring the dishes to the table.

Field looked up outside the kitchen. She tried to sneak in several times, but Reese stopped her with a broom.

"No, you are not allowed to come in!" Reese said fiercely.

Although the people of Hampton were famous for their cooking skills, with trust in their companions, several people readily agreed to Field's request to help.

However, soon, several people deeply realized the consequences of trusting Field.

Within a few minutes of entering the kitchen, they witnessed Field's behavior, such as cutting green onions into cubes, using the oven as a steamer, taking too small plates three times in a row, and mistaking salt for sugar.

Their beef and potato stew would have been useless if Levi hadn't carefully dipped his finger in it and tasted the white crystals Field handed him.

So, Levi, who had just taken a mouthful of salt and put on a mask of pain, turned his head to look at Field with a distorted face.

"What...what are you doing?" Miss Westin was stared at so hard that the hair on the back of her head grew.

"Take her out and forbid her from entering my kitchen again!" Levi waved his hand angrily and made a "cut" gesture.

This is the case, so now Field can only grab Reese's broom at the door and cry and confess.

"No! Woohoo, I just want to go in and have a look. I promise I won't cause trouble again!"

"No!" Reese sternly refused, "Hamptonians will bring pollution as long as they enter the kitchen!"

As a chef, Levi was not affected by these things. He knew how to cook in his previous life, and he had learned a few tricks from Lao Chen in the past two years, and he was now commanding with ease.

Make the stew first, then prepare the main dishes at the same time, and put the stir-fry at the end.

Levi glanced at the steamer while washing the pot.

A large pot of rice was steaming inside. In fact, he originally wanted to eat steamed buns, but he couldn't buy them here, and it was too late to make them himself.

The pan slid under the faucet, and steam rose. Levi wiped it with a sponge several times without fear, and then rinsed it with water.

Even if this is done, hot pots are easier to clean.

After wiping the pot dry with paper, Levi poured oil back in, intending to fry a piece of broccoli to keep their eyes open.

While waiting for the oil to heat up, Levi looked aside and asked casually.

"Team leader, how's the stew going..."

Behind two large stew pots, Cruise, who was eating secretly, was stunned, quickly hid the small bowl behind his back, and wiped his mouth.

"Well, very good, very good...just a little hot..."

Levi turned his head speechlessly, why not even the team leader? No, this seems to mean that they had a good time, he should be happy?

Thinking this, Levi smiled slightly.

If it weren't for his unwillingness to go with the flow, maybe being a cook wouldn't be a bad idea either.

At this time, the pot sizzled again. Levi came back to his senses, put in the pork, onion and garlic and stir-fried until fragrant, then poured in the chopped and blanched broccoli on the side.

……

The aroma in the kitchen quickly attracted the attention of many patients. Especially at this time, Pok Oi Hospital was still full due to the fire, so it was impossible to hide the fact that someone was using the kitchen.

This smell quickly aroused people's curiosity, and soon people started whispering and rumors spread quickly. Some people even said that the Hampton chefs were burned to death in the fire and that the hospital had replaced new chefs.

Then, the patients made a bet to guess who was cooking. Some thought they were Ionians, so the stew tasted very similar to what he had eaten before; another thought they were people from central Pangea because he smelled a strong smell of spices; still others thought they were from central Pangea. Lafite, because the meat tastes so fragrant.

"I think it's the Yamatai people who are doing the work!"

In a large ward crowded with more than a dozen people, a small black-haired Dongzhou man said.

"Because, there is a refreshing and refreshing smell, yoxi, it smells like rice drippings!"

The two patients looked at each other and whispered to each other where Yamatai was.

"It's Waguo, a small island." said a patient whose whole body was wrapped in bandages.

"But I think it must be Siris' food. Only the food there is so appetizing."

"Have you been there?" a patient asked.

"Well, several years ago, we went to do business." He said in a low-key manner.

"By the way, if you are curious, why don't you just take a peek? Most people in Seris are very enthusiastic, especially when it comes to food. They won't mind sharing it with you."

The other few people just woke up from a dream. They looked at each other and nodded to each other.

Soon, a huge team secretly gathered at the door of the kitchen, peeking at Levi inside.

Field seized the opportunity, showed off his power, turned around and spoke righteously with Reese:

"No! You can't go in!"

"We won't go in, we won't go in..." A patient nodded quickly and said repeatedly.

"We just want to know who cooks it?"

Field proudly put his hands on his hips: "Li...well, my friend! He is an authentic Serisian, and he is different from the chefs you see in so-called Chinese restaurants!"

"Oh--"

The patients all said in surprise.

Most of them still have an impression of Siris food from the fly restaurants on the street.

In fact, hospitals in this era almost never served Chinese food because they believed it contained poisonous germs.

But...it looks really tempting!

At this time, Levi noticed the movement outside, took out his hand and walked out.

"What's the matter, Field?"

"Nothing!" one of the leading patients said quickly, "We are just curious about who is cooking."

"Oh." Levi nodded, "Yes, that's right, it's me. Is there anything else?"

"No, no more, it's just..."

He hesitated, but finally couldn't help but speak and whispered.

"Can you give us a break?"