[Comprehensive] I run a prison in Xiongying

Fujiwara pushed aside the prisoners surrounding 011 and came to 011.

"Whether you know how to cook or not, now I order you to go to the cafeteria to cook for everyone. Don't rush to refuse. This is not something you can choose. This is an order." Shun Fujiwara said.

No. 011 opened his mouth, but he didn't say the words of rejection.

During this period of time in prison, he has already deeply understood that refusing the order of the warden will only lead to death.

With his head down, he followed Fujiwara Shun to the back kitchen of the cafeteria.

When he stepped into the back kitchen, his body trembled slightly, almost undetectable.

"It's here. I don't know what kind of dishes you will make, but you have all the ingredients you need. You can use it yourself. The afternoon is reserved for you. We need to eat your meals in the evening." Fujiwara Shun finished. , patted 011 on the shoulder, and left the back kitchen.

No. 011 stood in the back kitchen, which was definitely better than he imagined.

The environment is elegant, clean and tidy.

He subconsciously looked around the kitchen, and found that the kitchen was not as cramped as he had imagined.

The entire back kitchen is spacious and bright. According to the division of labor, it is divided into different work areas, and each work area has its own design style.

Chinese food area, western food area, and even a pastry area.

The tools needed in each area are neatly placed one by one, and there are vertical central air conditioners, temperature control and constant temperature equipment, ventilation equipment, etc.

The drainage system is also carefully designed, and the waste water is directly discharged from the stove to the sewer, which ensures the cleanliness of the entire kitchen and solves the problems that most chefs worry about.

Such a kitchen is definitely every chef's dream.

As a top chef, No. 011 has no resistance to such a kitchen, so he walked in.

He was standing in the sushi area he was familiar with. There was salmon meat in the ingredients storage cabinet. With his years of experience, he knew at a glance that the quality of the salmon was absolutely excellent.

He took a deep breath, changed into his clothes, sanitized his hands, and picked up the salmon meat.

His eyes fell on more than a dozen knives beside him, he pulled out one, and quickly started slicing.

His technique is proficient, and his speed is so fast that only an afterimage can be seen.

After 1 minute, the whole salmon meat had completely changed in his hands. At this time, a large piece of salmon had turned into [-]mm slices with exactly the same size, and they were stacked in a fan shape on a plate covered with perilla leaves. middle.

After this treatment, 011 felt a sense of joy in his heart. He loves cooking, but those things in the past made him resist.

This time, the hearty operation seemed to remind him of the work he was most proud of.

A complex emotion welled up in his heart. Tears rolled down No. 011's eyes, and he hurriedly wiped them away so as not to affect the quality of the ingredients.

He spent the whole afternoon cooking a meal, and when it was time to eat in the evening, the prisoners were all waiting eagerly, only to drool, Fujiwara coughed instantly, and the prisoners made way for him one after another.

He first brought Tutu to all kinds of sushi neatly arranged on the table, and together with Tutu, he took a portion of each.

After doing all this, he let the other prisoners go to get the food.

Others may not know, but with Tutu's introduction, Fujiwara Shun has a very clear understanding of No. 011's ability. That is the first chef of Matsukawa. It is difficult to eat such food outside. Now there is such a good one. Opportunities, naturally will not let go.

Tutu also enjoyed eating. Although the food was not made by Fujiwara Shun himself, it could not provide him with the energy he needed, but it was delicious anyway, and he could still taste it.

After Fujiwara Shun agreed, the other prisoners stepped forward to receive their food.

Of course, they also need to redeem points. They were cautious and didn't dare to take too much. After all, these points are their lifeblood, and they are a factor to get out as soon as possible, so they can't be wasted casually.

But after the first bite, they were completely overwhelmed by the delicacy.

The sashimi melted in the mouth, and the taste was extremely delicious. Needless to say, those of them who had eaten dry bread for several months felt the feeling of eating this food, and even Fujiwara Shun felt endless aftertaste.

Everyone who ate a meal had a satisfied look on their faces, and the mistakes made by No. 011 were not wasted at all.

A delicious meal made these prisoners feel a sense of happiness from the bottom of their hearts.

After the other prisoners left, Fujiwara Shun looked at No. 011 who was silently packing up the tableware, and smiled: "As expected, you are the number one cook in Matsukawa, you are so skilled, I can't bear to let you go.

No. 011 paused, "Then don't leave."

His voice was very low, if Fujiwara Shun hadn't noticed his expression, he would never have believed that he had heard these words.

And this sentence is indeed what No. 011 said from the bottom of his heart. In the outside world, he can no longer pursue the pinnacle of culinary skills anyway. It is better to cook here every day. At least it is something he likes and will not be boring.

Fujiwara Shun still wanted to chat with No. 011, but he suddenly felt the phone ringing in the world.

He looked at Tutu, and went back to the world with Tutu, in his room.

Fujiwara looked at the incoming call on the phone, it was Izuku Midoriya's call.

He unconsciously raised his eyebrows. He still had a little impression of this young man. He seemed to be the heir chosen by All Might. Why did you ask him to come here?

He picked up the phone.

"Excuse me, is this Fujiwara-kun?" Midoriya Izuku asked cautiously, with a bit of timidity in his voice.

"Yes, what can I do for you?" Fujiwara Shun asked while lying on the bed.

"It's that...that..." Izuku Midoriya hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth to speak out, "It's been a while since All Might left Xiongying High School, I don't know what's going on with All Might now Sample?"

After Green Valley asked this sentence, his heart was pounding.

He was one of the people who knew that All Might was in poor health. There was so little news about All Might during this period that he couldn't help but worry.

"You can just ask if you don't." Fujiwara Shun couldn't help but teased.

Sure enough, Izuku of Lvgu blushed, "I'm afraid of disturbing All Might."

Fujiwara Shun couldn't help but chuckled in a low voice: "He's fine."

"Then his injury..." Midoriya Izuku continued.

"It will be fine." Shun Fujiwara interrupted him, "Well, if it's okay, I'll hang up first."

"Um……"

Fujiwara hung up the phone immediately, and just walked out of the room when he heard All Might come back, he pushed open the door with his lunch bag, "I'm back."

Fujiwara Shun looked at All Might, and just wanted to say a few words of greeting, but inadvertently saw the blood that was not completely wiped off the corner of All Might's mouth, Fujiwara Shun's eyes suddenly darkened.

"Did you fight today?" Fujiwara Shun took the bento from All Might's hand and asked casually.

"Haha, move your body a little bit." All Might said, hiding his emotions.

"Oh." Fujiwara stepped forward and glanced silently: "What you call moving your body now is essentially a waste of your life. Do you really not care about your own life?"

All Might was silent for a moment, "The meaning of life lies not in length, but in width."

"You really can't trust me, I can cure you." Fujiwara Shun smiled bitterly and said: "Three months, give me three months, don't fight anymore for these three months, three months After that, I'll bring you back to your prime."

All Might did not explicitly agree to Shun Fujiwara. As a hero, he was not completely sure that he could not do anything for three months. If necessary, he would not hesitate even if he was seriously injured.

Fujiwara instantly saw what All Might was thinking, and could only smile wryly, not knowing what else to persuade.

He stopped talking, and seriously thought about what else he could do every day.

Tutu's daily energy needs the meals he cooks to meet Tutu's needs, but as an idiot in cooking, Fujiwara Shun feels that he can't bear to let Tutu eat such a level of food every day.

Fortunately, there is a chef in the prison.

Naturally, Shun Fujiwara did not hesitate to find the chef every day, starting from the simplest egg fried rice, and learning the same methods of various dishes.

I have to say that Fujiwara Shun is indeed a genius in many aspects. In just a few days, the level of cooking has been greatly improved. store compared.

With No. 011, the sense of happiness in the entire prison has been greatly improved. Some prisoners have even been captured by this delicacy. I am afraid that one day I will leave the prison and never eat this level of delicacy again.

Fujiwara Shun was delighted to hear about this situation.

Sometimes even when they get excited, they will cook together with No. 011. The two of them serve it out at the same time.

"Director, I have a question." One day, during the cooking break, No. 011 suddenly asked.

"What's the problem?" Shun Fujiwara asked as he threw a piece of sushi into his mouth.

"I found that the drainage system in the kitchen is carefully designed. It is connected through pipes and discharged outside the kitchen. Where does the sewage go outside?" No. 011 asked.

Fujiwara froze for a moment.

When he saw a cafeteria, he bought it directly. He really hadn't thought about this issue, and he was not a professional, and he didn't have much contact with the kitchen, so he couldn't think of it.

No. 011 waited for a while, but did not wait for Shun Fujiwara's answer. He only regarded it as confirming his idea that there is no sewage treatment system in the prison.

"Director, if possible, I hope that our prison can have a sewage treatment system. After all, all kinds of waste water discharge can't be seen in a short period of time. After a long time, the whole environment will become extremely bad. At that time, if we want to deal with it, I'm afraid It won't be that simple." No. 011 took a deep breath and suggested.