The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"too delicious!"

"Woooo-"

Lu Chuanguang held the water glass helplessly, his face covered with fine cold sweat.

"Assistant Ivy, Ms. Assistant... you slow down..."

"No, no one will rob you..."

He looked at each other for just a few minutes, finished off a whole plate of curry pork chop rice, drank a creamy corn soup, and a cherry strawberry mousse cake.

I'm eating freshly baked snacks right now.

"Mr. Luchuan!" Ivy's eyes were red, and there were tears of happiness. She held the other's hand tightly and said to Luchuan, "Please teach me how to cook!!"

"I have never, never eaten such a delicious meal!"

"My mother, it's no longer a matter of cooking bad food!"

"She doesn't even know how to scrape fish scales when frying fish, cook rice without adding water, and stew meat without salt!"

At this moment, the green river light will shine in Ivy's eyes, and even grow wings.

"I don't even know if that dish is cooked!" Ivy said, crying bitterly, "Why am I so miserable!"

"Even if I wanted to go to a restaurant, she would stop me because she thought those places were not clean."

"Wooooow, thank you for coming, you are my angel!"

Lvchuanguang, who was forced to be an angel, sweated more on his forehead, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"This... Your mother's food contains her love for you?" He said cautiously, and he actually had a weird illusion of returning to school and being surrounded by careless classmates asking for help.

"Then this love is a violent storm, bombarding me indiscriminately." Ivy also felt that she was out of control, and her ears were a little red.

"Sorry, I just wanted to cook for the person I like, but I always failed, so I lost my composure." Ivy covered her mouth, looking very shy.

"Oh," the chef standing on the other side whistled and joked, "It's rare to see Assistant Ivy so excited, boy, you have a skill."

"But this taste is indeed much better than what we made." The other chef swallowed the mousse in his mouth, and his face was full of happiness.

"Where, you are joking. This is just my hobby, not as professional as yours." Lu Chuanguang's words were very humble.

There are about five or six cooks left here, all of them are middle-aged men with thick beards, and they are the kind of people who reveal a worldly atmosphere in their every move.

It was a smooth but simple feeling after being tempered by the world.

He is the youngest one here, and he has no qualifications, no experience, and puts himself in a very low position.

"Hey, it's boring to be so restrained, kid." The chef waved his hand, grabbed his arm roughly, and patted him hard on the shoulder twice.

"Let me ask you, call you brother, and you call me brother. We are good brothers!"

The action of the big man brought a rush of heat, mixed with the smell of oily smoke, and Lu Chuanguang responded obediently. The other party is a professional chef who spends all day chopping bones, carrying machines, and transporting ingredients. He has a lot of strength.He was photographed staggering and almost lost his footing.

"Honestly, all of us here probably haven't experienced any professional training. We just learned from our mothers, grandmothers and even neighbors, stealing teachers, and working as interns in bakeries and restaurants..."

"Hahahaha! My little brother, you have thin skin and tender flesh. It seems that you have never made a living in society." Another middle-aged cook sneered mercilessly, "I was an apprentice in a restaurant back then, so I learned it."

"That kind of day... I'm so tired every day, I wake up earlier than everyone else, I have to be scolded all the time, and I don't even earn enough money to feed myself." The middle-aged cook showed a bitter and mocking expression. Smiling, "You young people haven't seen it before, have you?"

"Hmm..." He nodded subconsciously. Although he has experienced a lot, he has never been hungry, nor has he experienced the feeling of not being full.

"Being busy for three to five years, I didn't even learn a complete dish. In the end, the restaurant closed down and I was kicked out..."

The other cook looked disdainful and pushed away the chattering chef: "Brother, you are here to sell the old and scare the newcomers."

"That's right, what's that about you. I also had a period of downturn before. I had no money, my wife was seriously ill, my daughter had to go to school, and my son was arrested and sent to the detention center, so I went in too."

"But I'm getting over it now." Another chef also agreed with his hands on his hips, "It's not a big deal. I even owe my baking skills to my roommate in the detention center."

"Yeah, it's not that bad."

"I can only cook chicken soup, nothing else. A guy smarter than me came to the big restaurant. He secretly learned my secret recipe, and then I lost my job."

The chef seemed relieved, he was the oldest one here, his hands were covered with dry wrinkles, but his eyes were still bright.

He talked about the unfairness of the past without any resentment: "When I was living on the street, my mind was confused and I did a lot of things that I didn't think I was so brave at the time."

"You know, it's gambling, usury, and the like. I thought I was going to be caught and cut off my fingers!"

"But it's okay, hey!" He smiled, "I met the president, he helped me, advanced my arrears, and gave me this job."

"Hahaha, the old man has to publicize for the president every time."

People around smiled kindly.

"Come on, do it! Drink and drink!"

"What wine to drink! Try my specialty chicken soup!"

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room seemed to melt butter, sweet and warm, making people slightly drunk.

Lu Chuanguang felt the warm mist in the kitchen, smelled the aroma of chicken soup, and listened to the surrounding colleagues gathered together, telling each other the bitterness of life, encouraging each other, and it was rare to relax the tight string.

This feeling was so fresh that he even indulged in it unconsciously.

He briefly forgot about the tense undercover life and the operation of the criminal black organization.

In the life stories they told, which they have never heard of, the attitude that there is always bread, there is hope for everything, and there is wine today and drunk today is revealed everywhere, which makes people smile knowingly.

Lu Chuanguang felt in a daze that he was just like them, an ordinary person, an ordinary office worker, living a warm and ordinary life, the kind of life he most yearned for...

Isn't he in the lair of the black organization at this moment, surrounded by kind colleagues who pay taxes according to law, it seems that there is nothing wrong with relaxing?

"Don't be joking, guys, it's time to get down to business." Ivy recovered from the warm and lazy atmosphere, "Luchuan, write a list and list all the materials you need."

"You have passed my inspection, and then the president will personally judge. Which dishes are more suitable for take-out, and which dishes are more suitable for opening a fast food restaurant."

"a fast food shop?"

"Yeah, it's written on the first page of our plan. Fast, clean, hygienic and nutritious work meals."

"The main purpose of our acquisition of restaurants is research and development, not to open high-end restaurants. Chain stores are the key to money."

"We, especially here in Silicon Valley, are very busy. We basically don't like to spend a lot of time eating, and this is a hard gap. After all, people have to eat."

Ivy showed a confident smile, and she was as capable and shrewd as Rachel.

"Come on, let's try the dishes first. Step by step, decide which one to add to the menu." Ivy eased her tone and smiled at Lu Chuanguang.

"Let's make some simple ones first, such as cookies?" Lu Chuanguang thought for a while.

He always felt that his current behavior was weird, but he couldn't find anything wrong, so there should be no problem, right?

This should be normal, undercover lurking steps, right? ?

After all, the first step of being an undercover agent is to blend in, hasn't he already done it?

"I will record all the ingredients needed, the time required for production, the cost price and the difficulty of production in detail." Another chef raised his hand cooperatively.

"I'm familiar with this, and I can provide a recipe, but the taste is relatively ordinary." Another cook added.

It just so happened that there were suitable ingredients in the kitchen. Hikaru Lvchuan cut a few pieces of butter, beat them into a smooth state with a kitchen machine, then sifted flour, chocolate powder, egg yolk, sugar and salt, stirred well, and finally squeezed them out with a piping bag into the desired shape and you're done.

"Cookies are still easy to make." Lu Chuanguang made a painful voice from a master who doesn't know how to fry the kitchen.

"It just needs to be mixed and sent. The main ingredients are butter, flour and air."

"Put a little more sugar," the chef who said he had a recipe couldn't help interjecting, "Your ratio of powdered sugar to flour isn't even one to two."

"Let's put a little less. I made a sugar-reduced version, about a quarter." Lu Chuanguang smiled shyly, "Otherwise it would be too unhealthy."

"It's a disappointment, don't worry so much about eating." The chef who frightened people before touched his fat belly, "Eat what you want, anyway, you will die sooner or later, pay attention to this and that every day, how tired you are to live ah."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Yeah yeah."

Many people expressed their approval of the fat chef's words, which made Lu Chuanguang somewhat at a loss as to what to do.

"Don't listen to them, do what you like," the oldest chef was kind and took the initiative to ease the embarrassment of the other party, "I'm not a pastry chef, the biscuits are always soft, and the bread is always hard .It's very infuriating."

"Maybe it's because there's less oil, or maybe it's the wrong temperature."

"But the most important thing about baking cookies is that pinch of salt. Never forget that salt makes cookies more delicious."

The smell of baking cookies overflowed with the open door, and the whole first floor of the company was filled with the smell of butter and milk.

Everyone couldn't help sniffing, and began to look forward to today's recipe.

When Bolivar walked out of the restaurant at noon, he found that the employees coming and going were all smiling happily, and many of them were hurrying and discussing something in a low voice.

"What's wrong, Rachel?"

"Hey, boss." Rachel stopped and smiled when she saw Bolivar, "Everyone is feeling that you have done a great deed."

"You mean," Bolivar glanced at the bento box held by the other party, which contained seven or eight golden fried prawns, and instantly understood, "it's the new chef."

"Yes. We are all looking forward to Mr. Midorikawa's official entry." Rachel grabbed one very casually, as if she wanted to pass it to Bolivar.

Bolivar glanced at her fingers, especially the polish on her nails, and politely declined.

"I heard that today I made dozens of different dishes for testing, ranging from Western dishes to neon dishes, and even Indian and Chinese dishes. Everyone is very happy, and they are even more motivated to work."

After being rejected, Rachel was not polite, and stuffed the whole prawn into her mouth in one gulp, biting so hard that she couldn't even speak clearly, and there was still scum on the corner of her mouth.

The attitude is very casual.

"It seems that Chef Luchuan has done a good job, so if there is nothing else, he should be able to join the job smoothly." Bolivar also smiled.

He raised his hand to check the time. He went to work at nine o'clock and finished the exam at 11:30.It is currently around two o'clock, and in just two hours, even with the help of so many chefs, it is not easy to do so many things.

It seems that the other party is really working hard.

Bolivar sighed with relief, do you want to tell him to pay attention to rest and not to be exhausted?

But the moment he opened the kitchen door and smelled the aroma, he lost his conscience.He didn't have the heart to bring up the matter of letting the other party rest.

The cooks in the kitchen were fully equipped, and everyone surrounded them in twos and threes. Everyone had a satisfied smile on their faces, and their faces were full of oil.Only Lu Chuan and another chef were in charge of taking the table.

"Boss, you are here!" Ivy waved excitedly, "Here, here!"

"I know your habits. This set of tableware has been washed more than four times. I supervised the disinfection, and no one has touched this." Ivy's approach is very suitable for the cleanliness patients.

She held a huge tray in front of herself like offering a treasure, "Look, is there anything you like?"

"Well, looks good?" Bolivar raised an eyebrow.

This dish is perfect both in color and aroma.

There are more than a dozen dishes on the tray, each of which has only a small bite, which is just enough to try.

Bolivar looked around at the surrounding wreckage and the dishes in today's cafeteria. Every dish they cooked today should be here.

Bolivar gave the other a reassuring smile.He rolled the morsel of spaghetti closest to him into his mouth.

The rich tomato flavor is mixed with the cheese aroma, finely chopped green onions are dotted in between, and with the right size of bacon pieces, the noodles are clearly not sticky, and they are particularly chewy.

"How about it, isn't it good! Boss!" The oldest chef laughed.

"Come on, bro, show the boss some more tricks!"

Swallowing the residue in his mouth and wiping the sauce on the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, Bolivar couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "That's right, Mr. Luchuan is really amazing."

As expected of the person who was given the buff bonus by the world of Conan, this dish was even more delicious than what he had eaten at Mi Sanxing restaurant before.

He estimated that the other party's level could go directly to open a shop outside.Definitely going to be a hit!

With this level, why don't you want to be a policeman, or even an undercover agent!

What a waste of money!

The good foodie soul that has been hidden for a long time finally burst out at this moment.

Bolivar had made up his mind by now.No matter how difficult it is, you have to keep the other party. What an undercover agent is, how dangerous it is, and there is a very high risk of exposure to be killed afterwards.

The email I received from Keiko Asai that day was definitely an inspiration from the heavens.

It prompted me to write a proposal for the acquisition of the Champs Elysees restaurant.Afterwards, the chef delivered it to the door without him having to bother, hee hee hee...

Afterwards, I can bring him a few new cookbooks, such as Cantonese cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Zhejiang cuisine...

Stay and work for more than ten or twenty years, and help me start the catering industry!

Lu Chuanguang felt a chill all over his body, subconsciously trembled, a feeling of being targeted by something, which made his hair stand on end.

However, he looked up carefully for a week, and found no suspicious targets.

It happened that it was Dex's turn to pick up the meal. When he saw Lu Chuanguang stop, he raised his head and smiled cautiously at him.

When Lu Chuanguang saw the other party's thin and small appearance, his heart softened, and he poured another spoonful with trembling hands, and got a grateful smile.

Haga Ryoichi, who was dining in the distance, couldn't help but look here twice.

Perhaps it was because he had been busy in the kitchen for too long before, and Lu Chuanguang couldn't hold his hand firmly when he put down the plate. Fortunately, Curacao who passed by helped him and saved the big plate of curry by the way.

"Thank you Miss Olga." Lu Chuanguang let out a long sigh of relief.

"You're welcome, it's just a matter of raising your hands." Curacao waved his hand, his face softened a bit, and Lu Chuanguang subconsciously returned a bright smile.

Sure enough, it was just my own illusion.Lu Chuanguang thought that he must have stayed in the organization for too long.

Everyone is obviously amiable, with bright and kind smiles, and polite and careful manners, not much worse than his classmates in the police academy.

Bolivar nodded in relief when he saw this scene. Seeing the familiar appearance of the other party, he has already become brothers and brothers with his colleagues around him, so he should be very willing to stay!

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The author has something to say:

Hikaru Midori: Grid is talented in every way, and he speaks nicely and is friendly.

Jing Guang!You open your eyes and see!Jing Guang!

You are in the base camp of the Black Organization! !

All around are members of the black organization!

Bolivar laughed: Finally, Gin is not the only one surrounded (laughs)

look!Gin!I will avenge you!are you happy! ?

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