I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

"What? Teaching you how to cook." Andre squinted at him.

"Oh, I'm too stupid to learn it. Why don't I do something else?" Chen Xi smiled awkwardly.

"No need. I said I'll teach you in one minute, and it will take only one minute." Andre reached out and opened a cabinet above and took out a can.

Then he chopped down the can lid with a knife.

This was a can of beef, and Chen Xi immediately understood what he had just eaten.

"Just open this, pour it out and heat it up. How can you not learn it?" Andre said, then took out a can and poured out a bunch of red juice from it. Due to his big movement, it splashed on himself.

The liquid was thick, so Andre poured it into a large bowl, added boiling water and began to stir.

Isn’t this the bowl of borscht that we just drank?

Wow, isn’t this a pre-prepared meal?

Many Chinese people think that pre-prepared meals are unhealthy and think that foreigners don't eat them. In fact, foreigners like to eat canned food very much, and they will store all kinds of canned vegetables, meats, and fruits at home. Pre-prepared meals are directly produced by factories, and the hygiene level is actually much cleaner and more hygienic than most restaurants.

It is bullshit to say that there are preservatives in canned food. The production process of most canned food includes a sterilization step, which can kill most microorganisms and maintain an oxygen-free and sterile environment in a sealed state, thereby extending the shelf life. Therefore, most canned foods do not need to add preservatives to keep fresh for a long time.

Shit, after all this time it turns out this isn't blood, it's concentrated borscht.

Fortunately I didn't ask him, otherwise it would be so embarrassing.

Chen Xi thought to himself.

“Is this what you locals eat?”

"What else?" Andre shrugged.

"How come there are customers here? Can't they make it themselves at home?"

"This canned food is produced in our own factory. We opened a restaurant not to earn the meal money, but to sell canned food."

"I didn't expect you to have such a good business sense. This is the same model as Nando's roast chicken and selling sauce." Chen Xi nodded and praised.

After thinking about how the canned beef tasted so bad, maybe the locals liked it, Chen Xi asked again: "How are the sales of your canned beef?"

"It's good sometimes, and bad sometimes."

"How to say?"

"Every time customers come to buy, they say the prices are affordable, so they buy a lot, but... there won't be a next time." Andre scratched his head awkwardly.

At this time, an ordinary-looking blonde girl trotted into the kitchen and chattered a bunch of Russian to Andre.

"Okay, guests are coming, so just start cooking like I did just now." Andre took off his apron and stuffed it into Chen Xi's hands.

"Fuck, they're forcing me to do something I shouldn't do." After complaining, Chen Xi opened the cabinet above him.

After looking around, he found that there were only three flavors of canned beef: original, sweet and spicy, and cumin.

The one he ate just now should be the original flavor.

Out of curiosity, he opened the cans of the other two flavors and secretly took out a piece of each and put it in his mouth.

Shit, aren't these all exactly the same?

Chen Xi rolled his eyes speechlessly. The other two flavors of beef simply removed the bay leaf flavor from the original flavor, and added a little bit of sweet and spicy sauce or cumin powder.

The overall taste is almost the same as the original.

Even dogs wouldn't eat this stuff. It's hard to describe the Russian people's diet.

Chen Xi had a lot of business dealings with Russia in his previous life, so he was familiar with the situation of some of the goods.

Even though the Russians are very close to us, very little of their food is shipped to China.

One of the reasons is that the transportation cost is too high. Take beef for example. Russia has a high beef production, but Asian countries rarely import beef from Russia. Instead, they choose beef from Australia. Yoshinoya's beef comes from Australia and New Zealand because of its low logistics cost.

As for the Russian foods that are often seen in China, most of them are fake. For example, sausages, chocolates and other famous Russian products have hidden secrets on their packaging.

For domestic sausages, you can just write "Russian-style sausage" or "Russian-style sausage" to deceive the public, but in fact most of the production addresses are in the three provinces.

Although there is only a difference of two words between "Russian" and "Russian flavor", it can greatly avoid legal issues.

Andre's voice could be heard from outside the kitchen from time to time. Chen Xi quietly walked to the door and looked out through the gap.

Sure enough, a few Russians came into the hall, and the blonde girl was warmly entertaining them.

Suddenly, someone blocked my view. Andre appeared at the door without me noticing. “What are you looking at? Five original flavors, three cumin flavors, and three sweet and spicy flavors.”

"Hehe, I just took a bite and I feel that they taste almost the same. Is there any difference?" Chen Xi said as he opened the door.

"Well, you actually dared to steal the guests' food. This is on you."

"Fuck, I just ate two pieces of meat, what's the big deal?"

"I, Andre, am a man of rules. The food for my guests is never shortchanged."

"Haha, of course there can be no less. These cans have fixed quantities."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work." Andre waved his hand impatiently.

"Boss, you actually have a Chinese chef here, why don't you ask him to cook a few Chinese dishes?"

"Yeah, I met a Chinese businessman before, and he always boasted about how delicious his food was, but I didn't believe it."

Just as the two were arguing, several Russians in the hall discovered Chen Xi's presence.

Most Russians don't know much about China. Even though it's so close, many of them have never been to Asian countries.

It can also be said that most Russians are actually very poor, and the few who do travel abroad go to small European countries.

"What are they talking about?" Chen Xi asked curiously.

Although he didn't know what the other party was talking about, he knew they were discussing him.

"They said they wanted to eat Chinese food."

"That's no problem. I can make it for you, but you don't have the materials. In exchange, you have to help me find friends." Chen Xi immediately became excited.

He has been in Australia for so many years that he has some cooking skills. Although he eats out almost every day, the food he cooks is not bad.

"That's wishful thinking. I can help you find friends? Dream on. The most I can do is send you to the city center." Andre snorted coldly.

"That's fine, send me to the consulate."

"Hmph, I'll bring the ingredients over later. Remember to include beef, as I sell canned beef." Andre did not agree, turned around and left.

"Fuck, I haven't even said what materials I want." Looking at the man leaving, Chen Xi muttered softly.

Not long after, Andre came back. The ingredients were not very rich. The ingredients that the foreigners usually used to cook beef were onions, parsley and some spices, and the ingredients that the Russians used were even simpler.

However, as Chinese cuisine becomes more popular around the world, many Western chefs have also been secretly researching it. They have incorporated some Chinese spices such as star anise and cinnamon into Western cuisine.

Looking at the decent materials in front of him, Chen Xi has already planned what to do.

Give him a beef stew first.

The beef in this can has almost no taste. It can be processed into a new dish by simply cleaning it and adding some spices.

He started cutting vegetables right away.

"Put the beef in there, put the potatoes in there, put the bay leaves, salt, onions, tomatoes in there, and why is there a bottle of wine? Put them all in there." Chen Xi selected the usable ingredients on the table and put them into the pot one by one.

"Will it kill people? Foreigners are allergic to many things... I had a classmate in high school who died of an allergic reaction to peanuts... Forget it, never mind..." After hesitating for a moment, Chen Xi picked up the spoon and started stirring.

Outside the hall.

"Andre, where did you find this Chinese chef? His salary must be quite high." A red-faced man asked while drinking vodka.

"Of course. This is a stunt chef I hired. His monthly salary is 20,000 rubles (about 5,000 Chinese yuan)." Andre patted his chest, with no sign of lying on his face.

The overall income in Russia is not high, and only in Moscow the salary is slightly higher. 20,000 rubles is considered a pretty good monthly income in St. Petersburg, enough to make people jealous.

"Hahaha, the Chinese come here to eat Russian food, and we eat Chinese food. This is called everyone gets what they need, and everyone is happy!" The red-faced man laughed, raised the vodka in his hand, and clinked glasses with Andre.

"I see those Chinese tour groups coming to your place all give the thumbs up after their meal. Have they never eaten good food? Why do I see on the Internet that Chinese food is delicious?" asked another person.

"That's all bullshit. Asian food is the most unhygienic. People even eat offal." An old man nearby waved his hand.

He had never left Russia and knew nothing about the outside world.

"Hey, you don't know this. Chinese people usually eat pork, and their eyes light up when they see beef. The beef here is big and fresh, so they naturally praise it after eating it." Andre began to promote his product again.

"Why? Don't they have cows there?" asked the red-faced man.

"Beef is very expensive in their country and they can't afford it." Andre put his hands on his hips.

In the past, he wanted to sell his canned beef to China, but the other party thought the price was too high, which made Andre understand that the Chinese people could not afford beef.

However, it is true that beef is more expensive than pork in China at present. It was only later that Argentina exported a large amount of beef that the price was driven down.

"The beef is here, the beef is here~" Just as a few Russians were chatting about which one was better, Chinese food or Russian food, Chen Xi came out with a plate and a bowl.

Russians like to eat large amounts of food.

Chen Xi knew this very well, so he filled each plate, which made Andre's eyes almost pop out.

"Haha, the portion is very big today. Andre, when did you become so generous?" The red-faced man laughed and patted the gloomy boss.

The latter said: "Today's dishes are foreign dishes, and the prices are different from the past."

Hearing this, the red-faced man smiled awkwardly: "Then let me taste it first."

Andre felt nervous as he watched the big man pick up the spoon and put the beef along with the soup into his mouth.

Although it looks better than the previous dishes, I don’t know how it will taste.

"How is it?" Seeing that the red-faced man didn't say anything but ate another spoonful, Andre asked nervously.

"It's delicious! I've never eaten such delicious food in my life." The red-faced man said as he ate his meal quickly.

Seeing this, others followed suit and soon they were filled with praises.

Although Chen Xi didn't understand what they were saying, the appearance of these starving ghosts was enough to prove that his food was delicious.

"How is it, hehe." Chen Xi patted the boss's back proudly.

"Why are you so proud? Bring me a plate to try." Andre glared at him.

After entering the food, Andre in the kitchen froze. He quickly put down the plate, grabbed Chen Xi's arm and asked, "What is the name of this dish?"

"Super invincible Chen's stew..." Chen Xi didn't know what it was, but it was just a big hodgepodge.

But this is not a random process. Each ingredient has an impact on the taste and texture of the beef.

For example, the starch in the potatoes thickens the soup and absorbs the umami flavor of the beef, making the whole dish more delicious. Bay leaves and onions provide a unique aroma. And the rice has been soaked in the soup for a long time because the original rice is very dry...

"What nonsense! Do you think I haven't eaten the stew from your three provinces?" The knowledgeable Andre didn't believe what Chen Xi said at all.

"Look at this..."

"Make something else, like your special snack - spring rolls," Andre recalled.

Foreigners love spring rolls. No matter how unauthentic you make them, they love this fried food.

"Oh my god, you don't have any spring roll wrappers, how can I make anything?" Chen Xi spread his hands, indicating that even a good cook cannot cook without rice.

The next second, several bagged burritos were thrown in front of him.

Looking at the pancake in front of him that looked like a chicken roll, Chen Xi was speechless.

After more than ten minutes, several beef rolls came out of the oven.

Looking at the old Russian who was still eating voraciously, Chen Xi nodded with satisfaction.

It seems that I still have the potential to be a chef abroad. I can satisfy the customers with all this crap. Even if I go bankrupt in the future, I don't have to worry about starving to death.

There were quite a few guests in the hotel today. It seemed that they all heard that a Chinese chef had arrived. Word spread quickly and Chen Xi was busy until after ten o'clock in the evening.

"What time is it? The food I cooked today is worth enough to send you to Moscow." Chen Xi looked at the clock and sat down on the chair.

"Hehe, you don't even know the situation here. You'll probably be fooled again when you get to Moscow." Andre poured Chen Xi a glass of vodka and another for himself.

The blonde girl was cleaning in the kitchen.

"What do you mean?" Chen Xi raised the wine glass and smelled it. The strong pungent smell made him feel a little dizzy.

"Do you think our case is as simple as robbing a train station? Let me tell you, in the eyes of some local people, you Asians are just walking ATMs." Andre raised the corner of his mouth.

"Elaborate."

"Drink your wine first. I only talk to real men."

"..."

Looking at the glass of strong liquor, Chen Xi could only grit his teeth and drink it.

Seeing this, Andre nodded with satisfaction. (End of this chapter)