Human food sex

"Hello, Wanwan?"

The call suddenly fell silent, Chi Gui noticed something strange, and called out tentatively.

Gulf's spine tightened for a while, he moved his numb toes, and coughed lightly, indicating that he was listening.

"Ask Chef Baian to see if he knows how to make halwa cakes." Chi Hui didn't have time to delve into it, so he taught him the methods to solve the difficulties one by one as soon as possible.

"Can you make halwa?" Haiwan asked very stiffly.

Gao Shan raised his eyebrows, and asked with a little surprise: "Is it the kind of halwa cake in the Middle East?"

"Yes." Haiwan mechanically repeated the voice from the Bluetooth headset.

"Yes, yes, but it is very greasy, can the guests bear it?" This kind of dessert with obvious regional characteristics is usually chosen with great care.

Chigui said through Haiwan's mouth: "You do what I say, and there will be no problem."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Qinghe and Li Zhongqian walked in.

The former is okay, but the latter's forehead is sweating faintly. The two urged at the same time: "How is it? Is the dessert set? It's too late to wait."

Haiwan repeated what he said just now, and Li Zhongqian took the lead in objecting: "This is absolutely not acceptable. The flavor of the halva cake is too strong, too sweet and greasy, and ordinary people cannot accept it. This is too risky."

"The matter has come to this point, and there is no other way." Haiwan continued to assume the work of the megaphone.

"The guest is extremely picky. If you don't come up with something new, it's impossible to impress him easily."

"Even if you make other desserts now, it's hard to guarantee that it won't be rejected by him like the previous dishes."

"Although this halva cake is a dangerous move by soldiers and a slanted sword, it's hard to say that if you find another way, it won't have extraordinary effects."

Haiwan added a sentence at the end: "I have confidence in... the dim sum master. If anything happens, I will take responsibility."

Li Zhongqian didn't want to criticize him directly, but said in the tone of an elder to a younger generation: "It's good for you to have ideas, but you are too young, and you only want to make achievements, and you don't know the serious consequences..."

Zhao Qinghe stopped him in time: "Okay, okay, anyway, there is no other way now, just treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so let's follow the Haiwan way. I will take responsibility if something goes wrong."

Haiwan looked at him, but he didn't expect the last sentence to come out of his mouth. He nodded and said, "Well, let me tell you, Shan... the master will do it, so let's take a gamble."

Chi Gui continued to direct through the distance between the mobile phones, and Haiwan conveyed at the same time.

According to his method, Gao Shan prepared the butter, flour, crushed nuts, saffron, cardamom, and the most important Iranian honey for making halwa cakes.

Then Chigui ordered Haiwan to use cocoa powder, dark chocolate, cream, and liquid nitrogen to quickly freeze the formed raw chocolate.

Gao Shan poured the raw materials of the halva cake into the mold designated by Chigui, then put it into a cube-shaped raw chocolate, baked it in the oven to form a cake, and when it came out, it was a small rough apple.

Li Zhongqian personally made a sour syrup with cherries, licorice, and apples according to the requirements of "Bay Bay".

Chigui instructed them to hang the cake repeatedly to cool it down, and asked Haiwan to spread a small circle of Napoleon meringue and almond slices on the huge white porcelain plate.

The bright red "apple" is placed in the middle, and then a chocolate apple stem is inserted. Finally, two pink raspberry ice creams are rubbed parallel on the edge of the plate with a wooden spoon for embellishment, and finally it's done.

The waiters outside had already urged them three times and four times, Zhao Qinghe didn't give them time to breathe, and immediately ordered the food to go.

Haiwan solemnly handed over this new dessert, and stayed in the house to wait for the news with everyone.

Li Zhongqian, as the executive chef, and Zhao Qinghe, the director of the food and beverage department, went out to receive the reporters. Haiwan had just arrived and did not have the qualifications.

The atmosphere in the back kitchen was tense, and everyone felt a string in their hearts.If the dessert doesn't get good reviews, tomorrow's negative review will be on the front page of the magazine.

Originally, the hotel has been questioned by many new media on the Internet, and catering is the last trump card. If this advantage is lost, it will undoubtedly make things worse.

At some point, Gao Shan came to the back of the bay, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "Don't worry, it's definitely fine."

When Haiwan just said that he would make the cake into the shape of an apple with a chocolate heart, Gao Shan's heart was at ease.

This dessert seems to be based on the Persian halwa cake, but it is still a modern way, but it uses a little Middle Eastern flavor as a gimmick.

Haiwan's shoulders trembled, and he turned sideways and said, "I hope so."

Gao Shan smiled and didn't make a sound. Not long after, a waiter ran to the door and asked Manager Hai to meet the guests by name.

Chi Gui didn't pick up the line, and said, "Go, I've been listening."

Hearing his voice, Haiwan felt a warm current surge in his heart, summoned up his courage, and walked out.

The picky guest was named Yan Zhou Chen, about 50 or [-] years old, with a round face, eagle eyes, half-length hair, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, and looked quite gentle.

When he saw Haiwan, the smile lines on the corners of his mouth deepened a little, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Manager Hai, can I call you that?"

"Mr. Yan is too polite, just ask if you have any questions." Haiwan stood beside Zhao Qinghe, trying his best to respond to the scene in front of him with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude.

"Manager Hai, you're welcome. I have some questions I want to ask you to answer." Yan Zhouchen said. "I can't ask you standing like this, why don't you sit down and talk?"

The female reporter next to him also echoed: "Yes, Manager Hai, why don't you sit down and have a chat with us."

Haiwan looked at Zhao Qinghe, saw him nodding, said "Thank you", and sat across from them.

Yan Zhouchen tapped the fork on the empty plate in front of him, and said with a smile, "I heard that this dessert was created by Manager Hai. I'm really curious."

"Why do you use halwa? And it's traditional Persian halwa with cardamom and saffron."

Haiwan opened his mouth, followed the voice in his ear and said, "I think the best cooking is to match what you like."

"I have seen your exclusive interview with Mr. Yan, and I know that you have stayed in Tehran for a while, and I miss that time very much."

"I think the food that can evoke a person's memory the most is the food in that place."

"So I boldly used halva and Iranian honey and made this dessert."

Yan Zhouchen agreed deeply: "Yes, yes, indeed only food can evoke people's deepest memories."

"The shape of the apple you made is very novel, and this design is very popular now. The cherry syrup is also adjusted to a moderately sweet and sour taste."

"The slightly bitter taste of the raw chocolate neutralizes the sweetness of the halva cake, and it is paired with a little ice cream with a cool taste, which really makes me feel happy."

Speaking of this, he moved his face and said: "Manager Hai is really hardworking, thank you very much for bringing me such a good taste experience."

The more Haiwan heard it, the more uncomfortable it became, and he added: "Actually, this is not my idea, but an idea given by a friend of mine."

"This dessert is also a joint work of everyone. The sweet and sour syrup is made by our chef Li Zhongqian."

Yan Zhouchen affirmed: "Yes, the success of a dish is definitely due to more than one person. Manager Hai has such a deep understanding of food at a young age. It's really rare, and I am impressed."

The female reporter said in a timely manner: "It seems that the catering of old-fashioned hotels still has a profound heritage, and it is difficult to surpass it easily."

"What's even more rare is this kind of innovative spirit that doesn't rest on its laurels, and the ability to integrate and understand. One can't help but compare it with the newly opened Benissimo on the boulevard. As far as desserts are concerned, each has its own merits and is comparable. " Yan Zhouchen said.

"Everyone knows that Mr. Yan is very fond of the restaurant on the boulevard. We can get such an evaluation, and we really have to thank Mr. Yan for his praise." Zhao Qinghe said, while making Haiwan leave the table with a wink.

Before leaving, Yan Zhouchen handed him a business card, saying that he would like to discuss with him when he had time.

Haiwan was flattered, took the business card with a bow, walked back to the back kitchen sullenly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Chigui's call was not clear when it was picked up, so he ignored it, opened a bottle of champagne with the restaurant staff, and toasted the "great victory".

Just entered the hotel yesterday, the staff from top to bottom were dissatisfied with him, but after this incident, they were all convinced.

After seeing off Yan Zhouchen, Zhao Qinghe and Li Zhongqian came in to have a drink with everyone, and then arranged for tomorrow's work.

Haiwan went out to wash his face and came back, just happened to meet Zhao Qinghe in the corridor, and heard him say: "This time you did a good job. Come early tomorrow, the catering department will have a meeting to discuss the work of the next quarter."

"Well, I will."

Haiwan suppressed the excitement of being accepted by him, pretended to be calm and watched him leave, saw his figure disappear in the corner of the corridor, suddenly jumped three feet high, clenched his hands into fists and danced wildly into the air.

"Be careful of falling." Just as he was laughing, Gao Shan's voice suddenly sounded.

Haiwan staggered, almost tripped, leaning on the wall and said, "Uh...you haven't left yet?"

"Well, there's still half an hour to get off work." Gao Shan's eyes glanced over his watch and landed on him.

Haiwan took two steps back unnaturally, and said with an excuse: "I still have something to do, I'm about to get off work, so you should do it first."

He panicked and fled into the emergency evacuation passage. Just after he took two steps, someone behind him stopped him and said, "Wanwan—are you hiding from me?"

Gao Shan caught up and leaned over to look at him. A familiar voice spoke unfamiliar words: "Are you still blaming me?"

He had a pair of single eyelids, and an indistinct scar slanted out from the end of his right eyebrow, making him look a little unruly.

It was scratched when Haiwan accidentally threw the key at his face when he was laughing with him.

At that time, the blood flowed profusely, and Haiwan was completely shocked. He called an ambulance with shaking hands, and apologized endlessly.

Not only was Gao Shan not angry, he also comforted him and said, "It's okay, just stroke once, it's not a big deal. It doesn't matter on the eyebrows, don't be afraid."

A few years ago, they were all poor, and to save money, they hastily dealt with the wound that could be described as "horrible", so they got this scar.

Haiwan used to touch him all the time, as if the relationship between the two had been integrated into life, leaving a mark on his face that witnessed the years.

Seeing this scar again now, his heart is still calm, he just feels that time flies by like water, and if he can't go back, he won't go back.

"I didn't blame you, never did." Haiwan said lightly, "The past is the past. I don't remember it, so don't you either."

"But I've never been here." Gao Shan's expression was slightly distorted, stained with sadness.

"My mother passed away years ago, and my... wife passed away because of illness. I am finally free now, but the price is too high."

Haiwan couldn't help but smiled: "Congratulations then. Oh no, my aunt is gone, and my sister-in-law is gone too. I should ask you to express my condolences."

Gao Shan didn't seem to understand his sarcasm, he straightened his mind, frowned and said, "If they were still here, I might never bother you again in this life, but they're not here anymore."

At that time, he left the bay and opened a cake shop when he returned home. Because of his exquisite craftsmanship, he quickly became famous in the local area.

His mother introduced him to a marriage and threatened to refuse treatment. Even if he didn't want to, he had to agree.

I thought this life was like this - home, cake house, cake house, home, two points and one line, this life was safe and secure.

Unexpectedly, not long after, his mother fainted and fell due to heat stroke. After being admitted to the hospital, she was diagnosed with systemic organ failure, and passed away within a few days.

Just after finishing the funeral, his wife fell ill again, and went to the hospital to check for stage III breast cancer.He sold the bakery and managed to maintain it for a few years, but finally he had nothing.

It was raining lightly that day, and the funeral car was stuck in the muddy ground outside the county seat. Relatives and friends around were arguing endlessly, complaining about the weather, road conditions, and life.

He stood there like a pile of wood, listening to it, and suddenly felt very boring.

Back home, facing the dead silence, he thought of Haiwan again, the boy who no matter how much pain life brought him, he would repay it with songs.

I don't know where he is now, whether he is still waiting for him.

There are many things that I can’t think about. It’s like running around the playground when I was a child. If I don’t think about it, I can persist, but if I think about it, it’s hard to continue.

He wanted to see the bay, he wanted to see him, and his heart ached.

"They are gone, and I have no more restraints, so I dare to come to you." Gao Shan reached out and touched his sleeve, "Now I am me, and I will never live for others."

Haiwan didn't answer, silently pulled away his hand, turned and ran away.

He ran all the way home, his clothes were drenched with sweat, he rushed into the door and slipped into Chi Gui's arms.

"What's the matter?" Chi Gui was taken aback by him, pulled his shoulders, and the person in his arms remained motionless, "My body is dirty and smelly, and I didn't change my clothes."

He closed the door muttering, stood with his arms around the bay for a moment, raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Subconsciously blurted out, Haiwan himself was taken aback, "I... thank you for helping me out today."

"Just for this, as for this?" Chi Gui couldn't help doubting that his behavior was too abnormal.

Haiwan reluctantly let go of him, wrapped his hands around his neck, and said with tears in his eyes, "No one has ever treated me so well, just for this, just for this! Just for this!"

The more he talked, the more excited he was, Haiwan shouted the last sentence, and suddenly two tears fell from the corners of his eyes.He sucked his nose, pouted his mouth and stuck it into Chi Gui's neck.

"Sleep with me, sleep with me, please."

Chi Gui frowned slightly, pinched his chin forcibly, and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Haiwan didn't know why, but his heart felt uncomfortably stuffed with a ball of cotton, as if he could only breathe through being held by him and possessed by him.

He shook his head stubbornly, grabbed his clothes, and said with a sob: "Don't ask, is that okay? Please don't ask. Sleep with me, okay? Okay?"

Chi Gui stared at him for a while, sighed, and said, "Wait for me in the bathroom."

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Halva cake (Halva), a traditional Middle Eastern pastry, is said to be the prototype of cut cake.