Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 53 Enthusiastic Applause

Chef Pierre felt very irritable. He kept walking up and down the kitchen, looking at everything that was not pleasing to the eye.

"You, go and wipe the dining table again."

"But, it has been wiped just now."

"Wipe again!"

"Is the steak ready?"

"It's all cut up."

"Oh, it's not enough, cut it a little more, or it's not enough."

"Where is the wine, where is the red wine?"

"It's on your left"

"Bastard, put it so close, aren't you afraid of knocking it over?"

However, all these elaborate preparations mean nothing.

Chef Pierre walked out of the cafeteria full of indignation, and straightened a newly made notice board, which read "Unlimited Supply Today—Steak Painted with Red Wine" in elegant fonts.

This dish is his specialty. He learned it from the high-end restaurants on the Champs-Elysées after a lot of hard work, and he consciously cooks it no worse than those famous chefs.

Sure enough, once it was launched, it was widely acclaimed and it was the students' favorite dish. He would cook this dish himself only during holiday celebrations.Every time, it will attract the rush of the students, and they have to limit the supply to get out of the body, so that they will not die of exhaustion on the stove.

However, today, the sun was in the middle of the sky, and it was supposed to be the busiest time at noon, but the whole cafeteria was still empty, without a single customer.

When did this sad situation begin?Chef Pierre sat alone on the steps in front of the cafeteria thinking about this question.

That's right, it started after that crappy country bumpkin was driven away by himself. For some unknown reason, that bumpkin was sent to manage the dilapidated servant canteen.

It's fine to manage the servant's canteen, I didn't take it very seriously at first, what about the servant's food, just mess with it, as long as it doesn't kill people, can you still have fun?
In the end, it really made the bad fun come out. It was ramen, steamed buns, and one food after another with strange names made of pork that was not available on the table.

I really don't understand why these aristocratic ladies, who don't eat high-end and high-grade beef, go to eat that smelly and cheap pork.

He also created private rooms, open-air dining tables, and takeaways, all of which sounded unreliable.

Thinking of this, Chef Pierre made up his mind to go and see for himself, to see what drug this bumpkin from the backcountry used to fascinate these noble ladies, causing him to do business all day long. no.

Of course, it's not okay to go directly like this, and you have to disguise yourself.

Chef Pierre did as he said, took off his white and clean chef uniform, found a set of shabby servant clothes to change into, wiped his face with pot ashes to cover his appearance, and let down his tied hair mess up.

After being prepared in this way, he stooped down, tried his best to avoid people, and quietly walked towards the canteen on the east side of the college.

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When I walked to the cafeteria, I saw that there was already a sea of ​​people, and it was extremely lively. There were still many people carrying a tray of food and looking for seats.

Not only was the hall full of seats, but even the dining tables outside the cafeteria were full.

Chef Pierre not only saw the noble female students sharing tables with the servants, but also saw a few strong men from the Iron Tower Academy next door.

"I really don't care about etiquette. I don't distinguish between high and low to eat together. It looks like a countryman." Chef Pierre spat and squeezed into the cafeteria.

After queuing for a long time, he got a plate of snow-white food, which is said to be the legendary "baozi".

He didn't even look for a seat, he just found an open place to squat down and eat.

"Well, this taste is not bad. Hey, is this pork? Why is there no fishy smell at all? How is this soft dough made? It shouldn't be baked, and the outside is not hard at all," Chef Pierre said. He muttered to himself while eating.

This kind of delicious food is definitely not something that country bumpkin can cook. He must have hired a famous chef to be the head chef. He is so young, so he will definitely not have such excellent cooking skills!Maybe he is an aristocrat from the countryside, who paid a lot of money to hire a chef from the Champs Elysees to help, so that makes sense.Well, that must be the case, he has such connections in the academy, he can go wherever he wants, he must be a nobleman.Chef Pierre felt that he had analyzed the truth of the matter.

But I still have to find a way to go to the back kitchen. If I don’t go in and see for myself, I still don’t feel relieved. It must no longer be the old gang of old guys waiting to die. It must be a top team led by a culinary master.

He hesitated for a while, and decided to find a way to sneak into the back kitchen.

But it was easier than he thought.

"Ah, you are here to get takeaway, go in first, it should be ready soon."

Before he could think of an excuse, he was led into the back kitchen.

The kitchen was naturally busy, but Chef Pierre still saw the country bumpkin he had only met once at first sight.

He was smiling and talking to a group of people around him. He looked confident and imposing, just like those noble children who liked to talk.

Ha, I knew that he didn't have such outstanding culinary skills, he was chatting and bragging all the time, he didn't cook a dish himself, and he didn't direct others.Chef Pierre rejoiced in his foresight.

He sneaked over to hear what they were talking about.

As soon as he got closer, he heard a somewhat familiar mellow voice: "Then Master Li Ang, why is your honey sauce pork dish not greasy at all?"

"Ah, that, the pork must be boiled in water for a while, and then fried in a pan with low heat to get all the fat out of the meat, then add some beet juice to taste, the meat will not I feel greasy." The young man surrounded by the crowd spoke with eloquence.

Everyone nodded, and some people took out a small notebook and recorded it seriously.

Seeing such a scene, Chef Pierre couldn't help but mocked: "What kind of bullshit master, when can such a basic little skill be called a master?"

Everyone who was disturbed by him turned their heads and glared at this rude guy, including of course the middle-aged man who just asked the question.

The middle-aged man asked loudly: "Who are you, don't talk nonsense, let me tell you, if Master Li Ang cannot be called a master chef, no one in Paris is qualified to be called a master chef!"

Chef Pierre recognized the middle-aged man who questioned him with an angry face, he was taken aback and couldn't speak smoothly: "Master Bernard, you, why are you here?"

He looked around mechanically again, he was so familiar with each of the people in that group, he knew all the glorious deeds of these people: Master Ducasse, Master Robuchon, Master Bocuse, the Possel brothers... one by one They are all the most famous culinary masters in Paris, and they are all top chefs who lead the whole French cuisine.

Master Bernard took it for granted: "Of course we are here to learn from Master Li Ang. Of course, we are here to invite Master Li Ang to join the Paris Culinary Association. By the way, we will test Master Li Ang's cooking skills."

At this point, Master Bernard stopped talking, he looked around, he saw everyone nodded and encouraged him, and then he continued: "But I think there is no need to test now, on behalf of the Paris Culinary Association, I formally invite Li Ang Master becomes the honorary president of our association!"

Prolonged warm applause sounded again in the small back kitchen.

Those who applaud are all the top chefs who preside over high-end restaurants on the Champs-Elysées, almost all the culinary masters in Paris, and half of the entire French culinary world.

(End of this chapter)