White Moonlight of the Tyrant

In the early morning, sunlight fell on the room through the clouds, leaving mottled marks on the floor.

Wrinkled sheets, messy bedding, and cat toys scattered all over the floor, Lin Yuesheng fell asleep hugging the quilt.

He frowned tightly, as if he was having a very bad dream.

In an instant, he sat up suddenly from the bed.

knock knock --

The servant knocked on the door softly: "Third Young Master, it's time for you to get up."

Not long after, Lin Yuesheng came out fully dressed, but he didn't seem to be in a particularly good mood.

The hostility between the eyebrows and eyes is particularly heavy.

The servant cautiously asked: "Third Young Master, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Lin Yuesheng lowered his head and straightened his cuffs, and asked coldly, "When will father come back?"

"The day after tomorrow, the young master will also come back together."

"it is good."

"Oh, that's right." Lin Yuesheng picked up his school uniform, and a dark golden light flashed across the school badge on his shoulder.

He said casually: "Order a bouquet of flowers to send to the hospital, and tell Huo Lao Er, wishing him a speedy recovery."

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Ming Ran chatted with Lin Yuesheng for half the night yesterday.

Or it should be said that Lin Yuesheng was talking to himself while Ming Ranan listened quietly.

Later Ming Ran listened to it and fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he returned to his small dormitory.

He still remembers what happened last night very clearly.

He remembered every word Lin Yuesheng said, and he also remembered those expensive canned cat food and customized cat toys.

And... that very firm and intimate hug.

Suddenly, Ming Ran's face became hot, he hurriedly got out of bed, ran to the bathroom, and washed his face with cold water.

There is still some time before going to work, Ming Ran washes up and prepares to make a breakfast to fill his stomach.

The plan for a day lies in the morning, the morning is the beginning of the day, and breakfast is also the most important meal of the three meals a day.

Eat well, eat nutritiously, and have the energy to cope with this busy day.

Ming Ran is very particular about eating, but this particularity is not about being picky when eating.

Instead, Ming Ran will carry out almost strict processing and matching of every food.

From the side dishes to the heat and even the seasoning, no detail can go wrong.

If you accidentally shake your hands and put an extra gram of salt, it's over, Ming Ran will be in collapse all day long.

This may be an occupational disease, or it may be the sequelae caused by Xia Junshan's "devil training" when he was a child.

Therefore, every time Ming Ran cooks, he will be very focused. He looks at the pots and pans with the same serious and focused eyes as he looks at a close lover, so he never makes mistakes.

The rice porridge was tumbling in the pot with small bubbles, and the heat filled the entire kitchen.

Ming Ran lowered his head and quickly chopped vegetables, preparing to make a salad to supplement vitamins.

Xiao Zhang came out of the bathroom with a yawn, passed by the restaurant and watched Ming Ran cooking.

What an eye-catcher early in the morning!

Xiao Zhang asked, "Brother Ran, what do you mean by praying to the sky with a knife before cooking? I saw you praying to the sky before chopping fish bones last night. Are you religious?"

Since last night, Xiao Zhang's address to Ming Ran has changed from "Newcomer" to "Brother Ran".

Ming Ran put down the knife and looked seriously: "Culinary Spirit."

"Ah?" Xiao Zhang scratched his head: "What is that?"

Ming Ran didn't bother to explain to him, only the old people in the industry knew about it, so he perfunctorily said: "Baidu."

Xiao Zhang just asked casually, and then walked into the kitchen with a smile: "Brother Ran, do you have breakfast for me?"

Knowing that he would come to eat and drink, Ming Ran reluctantly nodded.

Xiao Zhang smiled toothlessly, patted his chest and said, "Brother Ran, you will cook in the future, and I will take you to and from get off work! I have a car, and it will save you from getting up early in the morning to squeeze the subway and bus."

The car Xiao Zhang mentioned was the bun specially allocated to him by the company for grocery shopping.With a silver-gray body, the smell of scallions and chives comes out when you open the door.

Xiao Zhang chuckled: "Don't be disgusted, brother Ran, it's more convenient than taking the bus!"

Ming Ran thought to himself, indeed, during the rush hour, so many people could knock his shoes off, and bread is also a means of transportation after all!

Jinhui Restaurant's business is good, and the reservation phone has been ringing non-stop since early in the morning.

People began to come in one after another before noon, and the kitchen got busy after receiving orders.

Ming Ran's work is still peeling potatoes, washing vegetables, washing dishes and other miscellaneous chores. This time he has learned a lot, and he is not so fast and serious in doing things, which saves troubles.

The busiest time period is from twelve o'clock in the noon to two o'clock in the afternoon, and the kitchen is like a war.

The sous-chef, as a deputy who is under one person and over ten thousand people, leads a group of juniors to charge into the battle. The head chef watches and supervises and gives instructions. Occasionally, when important guests come, he will personally go into battle.

Suddenly, the manager hurried over to the back kitchen, stretched out his hand to call for the chef, and whispered something carefully in his ear.

The chef's expression changed drastically, and he nodded vigorously.

After the manager left, the chef coughed dryly: "I just had shrimp with milk sauce, who made it?"

The sous chef put the freshly fried dish in his hand on a plate, wiped his hands, bent down and said respectfully: "Master, I made it. Didn't you taste it before serving, is it okay?"

The chef clicked his lips and pointed to the milky shrimp on the table: "But the taste of the guests was not right, so the dish was returned."

The sous chef picked up a shrimp and threw it into his mouth, feeling nothing wrong.

But the customer is God, he said: "Then I will make a new one."

The chef waved his hand: "I'll come in person."

This chef is the general manager of Jinhui, a super chef specially hired from abroad with a high salary, and has won an award.

He is the treasure of Jin Hui's store, so he doesn't make a move easily, but if he makes a move, it must be a high-end banquet or some super VIP present.

It's not easy to watch the chef cook. Everyone in the kitchen slowed down their work in unison, watching the chef's every move carefully.

Lian Mingran also put down the potatoes in his hands, and watched the chef seriously cooking.

The chef is indeed the chef, with skilled and precise movements, and soon a dish of shrimps in milk sauce with delicious color and fragrance is ready.

After the bell rang, the waiter carefully carried it and sent it into the restaurant.

"This guest is blessed to be able to eat dishes cooked by you, Master!" The sous chef did not forget to flatter: "I guess this guest will definitely see you soon."

Sometimes, when a restaurant guest eats delicious food, they will ask to see the chef to express their satisfaction and admiration.

It is a great honor for a chef to satisfy the guests so much.

But soon, the sous chef found himself flattering and slapped on the horse's leg——

Other guests, the food is returned again!

The manager blushed and ran into the back kitchen sweating profusely: "I told you ancestors, today is the most critical day, don't lose the chain!"

The chef was ashamed and worried: "Back again? Are you sure he didn't come to make trouble!"

The manager immediately said anxiously: "If we can't cook dishes that satisfy him today, there is no guarantee that this restaurant will not be opened, and everyone will lose their jobs!"

The manager stared and slapped the table: "What are you all doing in a daze, are you all deaf? Hurry up and get ready, do it!"

"Who is he, with such a big background?"

"Can we still close our restaurant, isn't it possible?"

"Looking at the manager's anxious face, it doesn't look like a fake..."

The sous chef sneaked over and asked, "Master, who is it? You're so picky!"

When the chef said a word, the sous chef was startled and said in amazement: "He, he, he still comes to our small place to eat? Don't such people have private chefs!"

Soon, another dish of freshly baked shrimp with milk sauce was sent over.

Return the food, or return the food!

Upon closer inspection, the dish didn't even move.

I didn't eat it at all and returned it!The chef's face was blackened with anger.

"Are you sure, he didn't come here to mess things up?"

When the manager heard it, his eyes were as wide as copper bells.

These grandsons are done cooking a dish in the back kitchen, and he has to treat that uncle as his grandson in the front.

Then give him a pass!

The Huo family is a famous family, why did such a rogue young master come out? !Swearing does not contain dirty words, but it can make you mad.

"Do it! Do it until you are satisfied!" The manager was furious and furious.

He vented all the fuss he had received outside just now in front of the chefs.

"Why don't you let him try?" Suddenly, a dark-skinned dishwasher pointed to Ming Ran who was hiding in the corner and said:

"Xiao Zhang said that the newcomer's cooking is at the level of a god, better than the head chef and the sous chef, why don't you let him try..."

After speaking, the dishwasher shrank his neck and hid himself.

Xiao Zhang's heart turned cold, and he secretly thought it was bad, and immediately explained with a smile: "I'll just say it casually, I'm exaggerating! Brother Ran can't cook like a chef, just kidding."

Ming Ran looked at the little worker who "recommended himself" for him just now, his eyes were cold.

Being rejected again and again is a question of the chef's level and a great insult.

The chef was at a time when his anger was not going well, and his eyes were breathing fire, just catching Mingyan to vent his anger.

He sneered: "Before I said no, someone couldn't wait to take my place!"

He abruptly took off the chef's clothes, and slammed it on Ming Ran's feet: "Come on, come and do it! Let me see, what big things you can find!"

His voice was rough, making everyone's ears ringing and their hearts beating.

At this time, Master Liu Jing stood up to add fuel and vinegar, and said to Ming Ran in a teasing tone: "New here, did you do Xiao Zhang any favors? I praise you every day! Yesterday I said that you are good at playing knives, you show How many hands?"

Except Xiao Zhang, everyone started booing Ming Ran.

In the small rivers and lakes of the back kitchen, the chef is the emperor, and what the chef says is the imperial decree.

Although at this moment, everyone knows that Ming Ran is just an unlucky handyman who is used as a punching bag.

But no one dared to stand up and speak for him.

Except Xiao Zhang.

He rolled up his sleeves and rushed over, punching the little worker who had just made a small report on the eye socket, cursing: "I'm making you fucking talkative, are you sick?"

"Okay!" The manager shouted sharply: "When is it, you are still messing around! Hurry up and do what you should do!"

"You!" The manager pointed at the chef: "I'll do it again right away, can I use dim sum this time? Also, add two special dishes and see if I can get away with it!"

The manager drooped his eyelids, and his tone was somewhat decadent.

But the chef refused to step down the steps, he insisted on venting his sulking, "You let the newcomer do it!"

The sous chef sneered: "How can he compare to you, Master? He doesn't say a word all day long, like a grandpa, he is a pretender."

A loud bang.

Ming Ran threw the knife in his hand into the basin, stood up abruptly, and walked in front of the chef with a blank expression.

He kept walking, getting closer and closer, almost nose to nose with the chef.

The gloomy black eyes made the chef couldn't help but back away.

With a bang, a sharp light flashed.

Ming Ran reached out and pulled out a sharp kitchen knife from the knife holder behind the chef.

The cold light reflected on the burning face, and the cold air suddenly appeared.

"Why, want to fight!" The sous chef picked up a rolling pin to block the master, and the others also picked up the dick style.

The arrow is on the string, as if the next second is a fight.

The manager is short of breath, he is about to have a heart attack!

"Prepare."

"what?"

Ming Ran suddenly turned his head, facing the spectators around him.

His gaze was as sharp as a sword, and he roared with momentum like a rainbow: "Get ready!"

Xiao Zhang was the first to react, and put on the chef's uniform for Ming Ran with excited eyes.

A series of ingredients such as shrimp are prepared in seconds.

Ming Ran first raised his knife and bowed slightly to the void, then quickly pinched the wet shrimp in the basin with his hands, lowered his head and smelled it, and frowned slightly.

"What do you mean this is?"

"To make a fool of yourself!"

Foods such as fish and shrimp have fragile meat and are most likely to produce peculiar smells.Especially this kind of frozen shrimp that has been stored for many days and has been in close contact with microorganisms for a long time.

It's no longer the original taste.

Ming Ran turned on the faucet and rinsed the shrimp carefully to get rid of the peculiar smell. Of course, this was only the first step.

"Lemon." Ming Ran stretched out his hand without looking back, and quickly prepared various ingredients with the other hand.

With his smooth and flowing movements, one can tell at a glance that he is an out-and-out veteran.

With a "bang", the stove was turned on, and blue flames sprang up.

Ming Ran slowly poured the milk into the pot, while pouring it, while shaking it gently with a clean frying spoon.

When milk is put into the dish, the control of the heat is the key. If it is less, it will be thinner and clearer, and if it is more, it will be greasy.

Ming Ran has carefully observed the chef's cooking. He is indeed a skilled chef, but he is too proud and impatient.

Sometimes a person's personality can often be reflected in the details of his cooking.

When he removes the fishy smell from the shrimp meat, he always just rinses the water twice. When stewing the milk, the heat is too high, so that the milk coagulates into lumps in a very short time.

This speed is fast, but the taste will definitely be greasy.

It is impossible for him not to know these things, but he never pays attention to them.

Maybe one, two or three guests didn't notice it, but one day they will be challenged by old foodies with tricky tastes like today.

Details determine success or failure, this sentence is a wise saying.

No matter what kind of super high-paid chef you are, if you don't pay attention to details, you will be ashamed or you will be ashamed.

After all, the chef is a veteran, and he knows where his problem lies after just looking at the cooking steps of Ming Ran.

It's true that all rivers and rivers have passed by, but today they capsized in the gutter!

He squinted his eyes slightly, and suddenly regretted rushing the ducks to the shelves and forcing Ming Ran to cook.He originally meant that as long as Ming Ran is willing to bow his head and admit his mistake, and say a few good words, then he will pretend to forgive with measure.

But never expected that Ming Ran turned out to be an expert.Who the hell is an expert, who will come to peel potatoes under his hands, sick!

If the customer really doesn't return the food this time, he will be severely slapped in the face, and how can he mess around in the back kitchen from now on!

Snow-white hot milk pours down like a waterfall and falls into the exquisite porcelain cup. The undulating pink and tender shrimps are like flexible fish in the water, and the emerald green peas are lotus leaves with small sharp corners.

Ming Ran held the remaining lemon in the palm of his hand and twisted it hard.

Tick-tock, two drops of transparent lemon juice fell and disappeared into the white soup in an instant without a trace.

"Pass the dishes." Ming Ran inserted two green radish flowers in the palm of his hand into the small handle on the side of the porcelain cup.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a delicate and expensive work of art.

Impeccable.

The waiter looked left and right, and retracted his outstretched hand, not knowing what to do!

Everyone except the chef was dumbfounded.

At first they thought Ming Ran was a cannon fodder, but they didn't expect to be a big boss!

"Chuancai." Ming Ran tapped the bell of Chuancai lightly, and reminded again.

Everyone woke up like a dream.

The manager seemed to have picked up a big treasure, and excitedly patted Ming Ran on the shoulder, then trotted all the way, following the food passer to deliver the food.There was no sound in the back kitchen, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Ming Ran.

So young, so incredible!

Ming Ran squatted down and continued to peel potatoes quietly.

It seemed that what happened just now had nothing to do with him.

"Here's the knife!" Liu Jing was still immersed in the speed of Ming Ran's use of the knife just now, as if bewitched, he offered the knife with both hands.

"Thank you."

The sous chef had an ugly face, and sneered: "Who can't do superficial skills, the key is the taste, you just wait for the food to be returned."

The chef stared at the burning hand without saying a word, and a certain image flashed in his mind.

His cooking techniques and skills seem to have been seen somewhere...

Suddenly, a man in black clothes walked into the kitchen.The manager was sweating profusely, trotting all the way to follow closely.

"Who did the cooking just now?"

"Chef, chef, they call you!"

The sous chef had an idea, blinked his eyes, and pushed his master to the man in black: "My master did it, do you want to see him?"

The man in black bowed slightly: "Hi, chef, my young master is here to welcome you."

"Huh?" Xiao Zhang frowned, "Obviously it's Brother Ran--"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was sternly held down by the chef's little followers.

The corner of the manager's mouth trembled slightly, but he hesitated to speak.

He glanced at the immature Mingyan, who was full of black potato mud in his hand, and then at the well-dressed "Treasure of the Town Shop" on his right, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Go, behave well, and don't embarrass our restaurant!"

Before leaving, the manager cast an apologetic look.

Ming Ran shrugged his shoulders indifferently, as if he was just a spectator, staying out of the matter.