Star Chef Reborn

Qin Fan has been an apprentice at Qingshui Ramen for three full years.The boss is also his master. He has lived in Japan for nearly ten years and is as serious and rigorous as a human being.In the past three years, Qin Fan has made noodles, side dishes, barbecued pork, miso soup, soft-boiled eggs, pork bone soup base, and various flavors of ramen.But there is a unique taste, and he can't do it well, so he hasn't been able to become a teacher until now.

It takes at least ten hours to cook a pot of ramen soup base.Break the fresh pork bones sent by the supplier with a wooden mallet, add ginger and garlic after frying in hot oil, throw it into a large pot and simmer in soft water for four hours, stirring constantly during the process, skimming off the blood foam and bone spirit, Then fish out the pork bones that have lost their flavor, and add new pork bones to continue cooking.Repeat this three times to cook a qualified soup base with a milky white color and strong fragrance.

Scoop out a spoonful of pork bone soup, add the special chili sauce to boil, put it into a bowl, add the cooked ramen noodles, seaweed, dried bamboo shoots, soft-boiled eggs and other side dishes, then pour a proper amount of chili oil, and sprinkle with shallots ——A bowl of hot hell ramen is ready.

The master took the bowl, took a sip of the soup, rolled a few noodles with chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth, his brows immediately frowned. "no."

No.30 Qin Fan, who was denied seven times, is still not reconciled. "What the hell went wrong?"

The master patted him on the shoulder, speaking earnestly. "Xiaofan, your noodle soup is fresh enough and spicy enough, but there is still one thing missing."

"What's missing?"

The master smiled lightly. "Less love."

Older single male youths are also very angry!I can bear the pain of eating, sleeping, watching movies, flying to the hospital and going to the amusement park alone, but I still love cooking ramen!A single dog doesn't even have the qualifications to be a cook!

The angry little chef dropped his apron, turned around and left. He went to the small supermarket and bought several bottles of strawberry-flavored Wangzai milk.

After all, you don’t need to be on guard all the time to make soup. The master who fancy-style squeezes the hard-working people often asks him to help in the front store.

I think he is a good young man in his early twenties, busy in the kitchen all day long, with a better figure than those who go to the gym every day, and his appearance can be regarded as handsome. The coarse apron in the store is just ordinary work clothes for others. Wearing it on him is like a designer's haute couture style, every stitch is beautiful.

Shimizu Ramen is opened in an area where office buildings gather, and there is a middle school nearby. There is an endless stream of white-collar women and high school girls who come to the store every day.As long as he is in the store, he has to do everything from ordering food, pouring tea, and delivering food, and other shop assistants can only collect tables and sweep garbage.It wasn't his colleagues who bullied him, it was the guests who refused.If others order food, the girls will have 1 reluctance written on their faces. "It's okay, let's order when Xiaofan is free, we are not hungry yet."

Gifts from little girls, such as flowers, letters, and chocolates, have also been received a lot.He didn't even have a chance to refuse, and ran away after eating the noodles under the table, his face flushed with shame, and before he left, he had to tell the other shop assistants: "It's for Xiaofan! You don't want to see it!"

Colleagues would certainly wish for less work, and seeing him being teased by the little girls is just fun.The master was very worried. "When the time comes, you will go to open the shop by yourself, and all the customers will be attracted by your face, what should I do?"

He said a few words of consolation: "The master has a lot of skills, so you don't have to worry~" He was never humble.

In this way, there are not many male customers in the store.

The frequent visitors include Uncle Ning who walks his dog through this alley every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Brother Liu who often fishes with his master, and a young man who always sits in a suit and leather shoes, who always sits at the small square table by the window. Order a bowl of tonkotsu ramen with a side of char siu, eat it quietly by yourself, and walk quietly by yourself. His name is Cheng Xiu.

Qin Fan knew his name because once he forgot his wallet in the store and everyone disappeared, Qin Fan only saw it when he was collecting the table.Usually that person was forgetful, and he never remembered to bring an umbrella. He was trapped in the store by the rain several times, and it was Qin Fan who lent him the umbrella.

He found a business card from his wallet and called Cheng Xiu's colleague, so he got in touch with Cheng Xiu.Mr. Cheng came to pick up his wallet and insisted on treating him to dinner.Qin Fan repeatedly refused, saying that it was just professional ethics, and anyone would definitely pay it back.

That day, Mr. Cheng stood guard at the door of the store all night, until the store was closed and he was off work, so he insisted on dragging him to dinner.The two went to an elegant and quiet Chinese restaurant. The decoration was very simple. Mr. Cheng ordered wine, and it was a pot of Shaoxing Huadiao.

Qin Fan was a little unhappy that day, and after drinking a few plates of wine, he couldn't hide his frustration.He No.40 made Hell Ramen for the second time, but the master still said no. "You, you just don't have love." Cooking ramen, what does it take to have love!

Mr. Cheng saw his depression. "Why, is there something unhappy?"

He shook his head. "It's not going well at work, it's no big deal."

The waiter brought the menu, and Mr. Cheng asked him to order.He flipped through the pages and ordered a round of boiled beef tenderloin, fried chicken with fresh peppers, and mapo tofu. When he put down the menu, he realized that Mr. Cheng's expression was not right.

"Huh? Is there something you don't like?" He didn't know what he ordered wrong.

It was the first time he saw Mr. Cheng showing a somewhat embarrassed expression, as if the indifferent man who usually sat alone by the window suddenly came to life. "I...can't eat spicy food."

Qin Fan burst out laughing, and hurriedly told the waiter to cancel the previous dishes, and re-ordered sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed fish and tomato meatball soup.It turned out that Mr. Cheng couldn't eat spicy food, Qin Fan secretly made a note in his heart.Knowing Mr. Cheng's weakness, I feel like I'm suddenly much closer to him.

When the waiter left, Mr. Cheng still couldn't forget to ask him: "You said that work is not going well, what's going on?"

He sighed and spoke intermittently.I originally planned to study with the master for two years, and then open a shop by myself after graduation, but I didn't expect that after three years, it was still far away.

"No love..." The man frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head to look at him, "Otherwise, you can fall in love with me." There was a warm brown light in his eyes.

Qin Fan laughed so hard that he almost choked on the wine. "Isn't this a little too casual?" It was just a joke, and Mr. Cheng didn't mention it again.

Later, when the two of them were full of wine and food, Mr. Cheng walked him home, and before saying goodbye, he suddenly asked, "When are you going to rest?"

"Why? It's not enough to invite me to a meal, and you want to eat a second meal?" Qin Fan was slightly drunk, walked unsteadily, and occasionally almost fell crookedly, but was always held firmly by the man's hand .

Mr. Cheng looked at his playful smile and smiled dotingly, but his eyes were very serious. "I'll pick you up. Let's go on a date."

"It's off this Saturday." He was also drunk, and he didn't know where he got the courage to tiptoe and kiss the man on the mouth. "Then it's done, don't make me wait."

But he forgot when he woke up.

I just remember that they were walking home that day, someone held his hand warmly, the crescent moon in the sky was white and clear, and there was a bright star beside it.

On Saturday, he had had enough sleep and got up, changed his sports shorts and planned to go for a run, but as soon as he went out, he bumped into a man waiting at the gate of his community, wearing a casual hoodie, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, lazily A pair of long legs supported on the ground.The neighbor's xiaoweishou passed by and saw Mr. Cheng, almost drooling on the floor.

"Why are you here?" He questioned him instead.

Mr. Cheng was not annoyed, he grabbed his wrist and dragged him away.

"Wait a minute! Make it clear first! Where are you taking me!"

Mr. Cheng looked back at him, slightly raised his eyebrows, and raised the corners of his mouth. "Go on a date."

Meeting the man's eyes, his heart skipped a beat for some reason, and Qin Fan obediently followed him away.

Mr. Cheng took him to the movies, probably choosing horror movies on purpose. From time to time, a few pale ghosts flickered across the screen, and the nagging music was always deliberately scaring people.At first he was still putting on airs and sitting upright, but later he was really scared, so he had to lose his airs and reluctantly leaned into Mr. Cheng's arms.Mr. Cheng took advantage of the situation and hugged his shoulders. The air-conditioning in the auditorium was a little low, but Mr. Cheng's chest was warm and comfortable to lean on.

At the end of the movie, I went to have dinner, and went for a walk in the forest park.Mr. Cheng is a very interesting person, he can make him laugh when he talks about the turmoil in the office without criticism.

In the evening, I went to the amusement park by the river. Mr. Cheng let him do whatever he wanted, and bought him marshmallows and a Big Mac ice cream cone.When he saw the Ferris wheel, he became interested again, and pulled Mr. Cheng to go up.

The two sat in silence at first, but when they wobbled up to the highest point, Mr. Cheng suddenly leaned forward and kissed him without warning.When sitting in the store, he was obviously such a cold and cold person, but his lips were sweet and soft, like rice cakes sprinkled with glutinous rice flour.The tip of Mr. Cheng's tongue slowly moved along the lines of his lips, and his heart seemed to become soft and moist.How to describe the feeling.Like spring rain, slightly cool, gently falling on his lips; like ripe strawberries in midsummer, sweet and cool.

It happened that a string of fireworks exploded in the night sky, like an explosion in his body.His whole body turned into a new blank, leaving only the person in front of him and the pleasant scent of green grass on his body.

Mr. Cheng suddenly stopped.

Qin Fan opened his eyes and looked at him with some puzzlement.

Mr. Cheng was still very close, with his fingers lightly touching his chin, his eyes full of soft desire. "Hey, open your mouth." The voice was gentle and low, with a little greed of dissatisfaction.

Qin Fan bit his lip and hesitated for a moment, then slightly loosened his teeth that had been clenched because of nervousness.While soothing his back, Mr. Cheng stuck it up again.

The moment the tip of his tongue touched, he couldn't help trembling because of the wonderful touch.Mr. Cheng slowly walked and explored in his mouth, and they seemed to have turned into some deep-sea mollusk together, embracing and intertwining each other in the dark.

His breathing became more and more rapid and scorching hot, and a hot current in his body swam randomly, taking away his strength.He grabbed the clothes on Mr. Cheng's chest, but felt the vibration of the man's heartbeat, which was even more intense than his own.Mr. Cheng's heart was trapped in his thick chest, beating like a drum.

He couldn't help laughing.

After a long time, Mr. Cheng withdrew from the long and gentle kiss and asked him with a bit of annoyance: "Why are you laughing, my skills are so poor?" . "Um?"

Qin Fan just laughed. "You really like me."

Mr. Cheng looked at him and nodded seriously. "Yes, I like you very much."

Outside the panoramic glass window, he could see the splendid lights of the entire city.But all of them added up, can't compare to the gentle light and shadow they reflected in Mr. Cheng's eyes.

From then on, mountains of gold and silver, pearls and agates will not be exchanged for the person you like.

After stepping out of the Ferris wheel, Qin Fan's face was as hot as if he had just taken it out of a big pot of soup. He kept his head down for fear that Mr. Cheng would find out.

At night, Qin Fan came home, took a shower, lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and that kiss kept repeating in his mind.The soft touch stays on the lips for a long time, and when you close your eyes, it seems that Mr. Cheng is still in front of you, and you can even smell the freshness of the grass on his body.

It was hard to get the kiss out of his mind, but Qin Fan remembered those scary ghosts in horror movies, all of them were hiding under his bed at the moment, and they would reach out to grab his ankles when he didn't pay attention.

He sent a text message to Mr. Cheng with a sad face. "I can't sleep, it's all your fault."

Mr. Cheng didn't sleep either, and went back in the blink of an eye. "Miss me?" Not at all shy.

"It's not... afraid of ghosts."

"Then, shall I go to sleep with you?"

Qin Fan's face turned red in just two sentences, and he turned off his phone and didn't want to talk to him anymore.This time, he forgot about the ghost under the bed, and fell asleep with a blushing face.

But in just two or three days, the master actually changed his words and praised him: "Xiaofan, the noodles you make now taste better and better. Are you in love?"

Qin Fan was stunned: "You can even eat this?"

The master almost fainted from laughter. "I see you blushing and sending text messages every day, trying to set you up. Looking at your reaction, it really is true..."

If it weren't for the face of being a teacher for one day and being a father for the rest of his life, Qin Fan would throw a spoonful in his face.

There were not many guests that night, and Qin Fan was thinking about getting off work early. Mr. Cheng led a group of people in, and the bustling crowd surrounded Mr. Cheng.

"If the boss doesn't get you drunk today! I won't have my salary next month!"

"You said that you invited us to eat delicious food, so you brought us to eat ramen? Then I will eat ten bowls! Empty your little coffers!"

After listening for a long time, Qin Fan understood it. It turned out that today is Mr. Cheng's birthday.Qin Fan sent the menu over and stood by the table waiting for them to order.He didn't say hello to Mr. Cheng, and Mr. Cheng didn't say hello, but he just walked around under the table, stuck in the blind spot of everyone's sight, and pinched his butt lightly.

Qin Fan bit his lip and endured it, and his hand became more presumptuous, kneading lightly and heavily, so proud of himself.After he wrote the list and sent it to the back kitchen, the master looked up and saw him, startled: "Xiaofan, your face is so red, did you just drink chili water?"

Who the hell poured pepper water into his mouth!

Later on, other guests came one after another, only Mr. Cheng's table was the busiest, he didn't eat much noodles, but pot after pot of wine was added.

When he was not busy, Qin Fan would sit in the corner of the store and play with his mobile phone. He could vaguely feel that someone was looking at him all the time, but he didn't look up, just playing on his own.I don't tell myself about my birthday, I have small emotions.

Later, when they heard that Mr. Cheng had lost the punch, the group clamored to punish him. "I heard that the boss gets nosebleeds when he eats chili peppers! Brother over there, hurry up, bring him a bowl of that, Hell Ramen!"

The colleague at the side agreed, turned around and walked towards the kitchen. Qin Fan was stunned for a moment, but quickly followed.

When he walked into the kitchen, the chef just took the order: "Hell ramen, right?"

Qin Fan immediately reached out and grabbed it. "I'll do it."

Naturally, he couldn’t put any more chili sauce and chili oil. He went to the Chinese restaurant next door to borrow tomato sauce and shallot sauce, mixed them together, and mixed them with pork bone soup. In a daze, he made a bright red bowl with toppings and side dishes. At first glance, there is really no trace of fraud.

The colleague brought out the noodles.With a guilty conscience, he raised the curtain and looked out secretly.Mr. Cheng seemed a little nervous. Amidst the booing of the crowd, he frowned and took a mouthful of noodles.Everyone quietly looked at Mr. Cheng for a long time, but there was no response.

"Ah, you can't eat noodles! Let's drink soup!" The people in the same company booed again.

This time, without hesitation for a moment, Mr. Cheng took a big gulp from the bowl, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and smiled. "next round."

"Cut~ No nosebleed~" Everyone looked very disappointed, but they quickly forgot about it and concentrated on the new round of the game.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Mr. Cheng turned his head and blinked at Qin Fan.He justly accepted Mr. Cheng's grateful and ambiguous gaze without responding.Qin Fan lowered the curtain, turned around and saw that the master was holding a small half bowl of the fake soup base he had just mixed, and was about to put it to his mouth.

"What are you doing!!"

He wanted to stop it in a panic, but the master had already drank it decisively. After putting down the bowl, his expression was very serious. "Xiaofan... congratulations on your graduation."

"Huh? This soup is obviously sour, sweet and salty, it's hard to drink..."

The master laughed, as if all the warmth and warmth he had seen in this world were condensed in that smile. "But this is the taste of love."

If it wasn't for his own master, Qin Fan really wanted to tear off the door curtain and throw it in his face.He said earlier that shallot sauce and ketchup could make him a master, so he didn't have to follow the rules and make 48 bowls of Hell Ramen.But if that's the case, he may never know the taste of love for the rest of his life.

Later, Boss Qin successfully opened his own shop, not far from Mr. Cheng's company.

Mr. Cheng finally confessed honestly that in order to catch up with Boss Qin, he had overdrawn his lifetime ramen quota, and from now on he would never eat ramen again.Boss Qin, who is beautiful and kind-hearted, of course, often cooks for the proprietress, such as diving fish, dry pot rabbit, spicy crab, saliva chicken, etc., and Mr. Cheng will never stop.

However, the clerks all said that every time they bullied the proprietress, the boss would always cover his waist the next day and say that he accidentally slipped to the bone again, and everyone couldn't guess the inside story.

Boss Qin often said proudly that he abducted the proprietress back home with only a bowl of fake Hell Ramen.

Clerk A: Can't he see that the proprietress left the wallet on purpose...

Clerk B: Who knows, our boss is so stupid... Maybe he didn't even realize that the proprietress didn't wear an umbrella on purpose.

There is still an endless stream of female office workers and high school students who come to eat ramen.

"Boss Qin, are you busy on weekends?"

"Brother Xiaofan, this, this is for you..."

Boss Qin was so busy dealing with the little girl that he didn't notice the fierce look on the face of a certain gentleman who had just walked into the store.Two deep sighs came from the corner.

Clerk A: I have a hunch that the boss will flash to the waist again tomorrow...

Clerk B: When the wages are paid next month, let's jointly buy some Yunnan Baiyao ointment for the boss...

The author has something to say:

Parallel world, CEO who can't eat spicy food x Ramen shop apprentice who can't graduate