The gourmet among pirates

The sound of waiters running around serving dishes and the sound of empty plates stacked on top of each other constantly echoed in the Barati restaurant.

at first.

The head chef asked 50% of the chefs in the restaurant to cook for the guests in box three, while only half of the chefs were left to serve the guests who had ordered before.

Some of the chefs in the kitchen were still a little unhappy, but they didn't show it due to the former majesty of the chef.

"There are hundreds of dishes. Even a big eater can't eat so many dishes! Isn't this a waste of food? How could the chef agree to this request? Usually the chef hates people who waste food. . And they also asked so many of us to serve the guests in box three, and we don’t know who the guests in that box are!"

"Haha, I don't care who he is, he ordered so many dishes, if he dares to waste it, I don't mind letting him taste the iron fist of Kabbalah for free!" A muscular chef showed off his biceps and sneered. road.

According to the store rule that no food should be wasted, Zhepu has never made an exception for anyone. Even if the other party has a noble status, Zhepu, the chef of Barati, has never been afraid.

The worst case scenario would be to take the ship's cook and have a fight with the other party, and then run away.

It's not like they haven't done this kind of thing.

And this is what the unruly chefs on the ship admire the most about Zhepu.

"Come on, it's just you! The guest in the third box is a big shot who made the chef succumb. I bet even if the guest really didn't finish eating, the chef won't do anything to him!"

In addition to the belligerent chefs who are ready to take action, there are also some chefs who are pessimistic.

This group of chefs gathered in Barati for various reasons. A large part of the reason was that they admired the chef's attitude of not fearing power.

And on Barati, there is a shop rule that food must not be wasted.

If in the end, Zhepu, the head chef, breaks this store rule by himself, I am afraid that some people will be disappointed and choose to leave Barati.

However, this pessimistic mood did not last long.

They felt something was wrong when one dish after another was delivered to box three by the waiter, and then they ran out not long after with stacks of clean plates.

too fast.

The guest in box three ate the food too quickly and too much.

In just a few minutes, more than a dozen chefs took action, and dozens of stir-fried dishes were wiped out.

Are you sure that the person in box number three is really one person and not dozens of crazy hungry eaters?

rock!

When the stacked dinner plates were brought into the kitchen from the third box for the third time, Maxis said breathlessly.

"It's too...too slow. The guests in box three are a little dissatisfied because they think our service is too slow. I'll give the guests in box three a few buckets of rice first to satisfy their stomachs. What are you guys doing standing around, hurry up and start cooking!"

In Barati's kitchen, the expressions of the chefs responsible for cooking for Box 3 all changed.

Outrageous!

This was the first time they had seen someone so arrogant among Bharati.

snort!

"He actually dislikes our slow cooking speed. Brothers, it's time for him to see what it means to be a combat chef!"

A bald chef with a tattoo on his head rolled up his sleeves and turned on his fighting form with full concentration.

When the other chefs saw this, a hint of evil smile appeared on their faces.

next second.

The cold light flickers and the fire shines...

A handful of cold kitchen knives stamped out afterimages on the chopping board, spatulas and iron spoons flew around, and with the high fire, the dishes in the iron pot were stir-fried.

After seeing the terrifying appetite of the guest in Box 3, the previous dissatisfaction and suspicion of the chef in the hearts of these chefs suddenly disappeared. At the same time, Maureen's words about their slow serving also aroused the unruly group. The chef’s competitive spirit.

Isn’t he just a big eater with an amazing appetite?

A single person dared to provoke more than a dozen of their chefs.

It's the other way around.

No longer having the passive mentality before, Chef Barati went all out and entered a fighting state, and his cooking speed more than doubled.

soon.

The waiters, headed by Maxis, have a deep understanding of the chefs' passion and damn competitiveness.

Plate after plate of dishes came out from the dining outlet one after another.

If one is not careful, the dining area will be filled with several plates of dishes.

For this reason, Maxis had to dispatch 80% of the waiters in the front hall to serve food in order to meet the frequency of meals in the back kitchen.

But in the third box.

Faced with the enthusiasm of the Barati chefs, Maureen not only was not frightened, but a hint of unexpected surprise flashed in her eyes.

The speed of the meal.

It's almost as fast as the food served at the private canteen where he spent a lot of money, invited a lot of chefs, and built a special restaurant.

But the faster Chef Barati gets the food out, the happier Maureen is.

His mouth was like a bottomless pit that couldn't be filled.

The dishes that had just been brought to the table were gone in an instant. Even the waiters kept serving the dishes and couldn't keep up with Mo Lin's eating speed.

This terrifying eating speed made the waiters who delivered food to Box 3 all turn pale with fear.

After a while, the waiters running errands were panting from exhaustion.

The chefs who cooked for Mo Lin in the back kitchen were not much better either. From suspicion at the beginning, to excitement due to the speed of cooking, to disbelief later.

Later, the other half of the chefs in Barati's kitchen who prepared dishes for other guests also joined this war without gunpowder.

Until the last dish on the Barati menu was taken away by the waiter.

The tired and sweaty chefs in Barati's back kitchen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew! I'm finally done with hundreds of dishes. The guests in the third box should be full this time!"

A chef picked up the towel hanging around his neck, wiped the sweat on his forehead and said doubtfully: "Hundreds of dishes have been served, who is in the third box? How can I eat so well and grow so big? I still don't know how to eat." I have never seen anyone who can eat like this."

He does not mean that.

When the other chefs in the back kitchen saw this, they also discussed the identity of the mysterious guest in Box 3.

After all, they have never seen a customer with such a big appetite!

"You've been discussing here for a long time, why not ask the chef. The chef has just been to Box 3 in person. He must know the identity of that guest."

head chef! ! !

In the back kitchen, the chefs who had prepared the dishes looked at each other.

You look at me, I look at you, no one wants to be the one who stands out.

"By the way, it was the boy Maxis who came to see the chef just now. In addition to the chef, that boy must also know the identity of the guest in the third box!"

This is it, Temu shouted with a slap on his forehead.

"Hey, that's right. In addition to the chef Maxis, that kid also knows the identity of the guest in box number three."

If they don't dare to go to the head chef, don't they dare to go to Maxis?

"Have any of you seen that boy Maxis?"

"Ah! Wasn't that guy serving food at the food outlet just now?"

After some searching, someone immediately stuck his head out, looked around the front hall, and began to look for Maxis.

I don’t know if it’s the law of cause and effect or what.

One second the chefs were talking about Maxis, and the next second Maxis appeared in front of the kitchen in a panic.

As soon as they entered the kitchen, Maxis shouted in a panic: "No, no, chef, the guests in box three have extra meals. Except for raw pickled herring, all the dishes on the menu, He wants ten copies of everything!”

This statement came out.

The chefs who were excitedly discussing Mo Lin's identity just now froze in place.

"Gudong!"

Temu, who originally wanted to pinch the back of Maxis's neck, turned pale, swallowed subconsciously, and repeated: "Do you want ten more portions of everything?"

Maxis nodded, "Yes, chef, what should we do? Do we still want to accept this business?"

Hundreds of dishes, ten portions of each.

That’s thousands of dishes.

Even if Barati had thirty or so chefs working together, this would still be a terrifyingly large project.

Regardless of the fierce-looking chefs in the back kitchen, Maxis was worried that with the frequency of serving dishes just now, with so many dishes, the waiters on the ship would all fall down from exhaustion before all the dishes were served!

"Ten percent?"

Zhepu wore a super tall chef's hat, moved his prosthetic legs, and walked out of the kitchen with a dull look on his face. He cheered up and said, "I know!"

From the first moment he saw the speed with which Molin ate food, Zhepu realized that hundreds of dishes could not satisfy Molin's terrifying appetite.

Therefore, he was already prepared for this scene and was not surprised by Mo Lin's decision to add extra food.

The only thing that surprised him was that Mo Lin actually increased his food intake tenfold in one go.

Zhepu turned his head and glanced at the stunned group of chefs gathered at the door of the kitchen, and shouted: "What are you doing standing there? Didn't you hear that the guests were adding extra food? As chefs, don't you think that dozens of us will lose to Is the other party the same?"

Under Zhepu's roar, a crackling sound immediately sounded in the kitchen.

Bharati's chef once again went all out.

As chefs, dozens of them actually lost to one person. If this kind of thing spreads, then they will be embarrassed to see others in the future.

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A long time has passed since Maureen entered Barati's restaurant.

Except for the restaurant, the group of guests who were stopped by Maxis offered a 20% discount for their next visit.

Many people in the restaurant also left Barati after the meal, where the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Only get out but not get under.

Barati's restaurant soon became empty.

but.

Some people left, but some people did not leave.

Especially the exaggerated frequency of food delivery in Box 3 attracted many curious people to stay there.

They were extremely curious to know.

Those people in Box 3 will have to eat as much food as they want before they stop.

Some bored people even started to record the number of dishes that the waiter brought to box three.

Almost every minute.

All the guests in the Bharati Hall would exclaim.

"Seven hundred, I counted to seven hundred. What an amazing appetite! Barati's food is not cheap. I don't know how many Baileys will be eaten in this meal. The group of people in the third box are really rich. Money!”

"Don't worry about how much it will cost. Now I'm curious as to how the people in Box 3 can eat these seven or eight hundred dishes. Won't their stomachs burst with so many dishes?" A customer who looked like a doctor said solemnly.

At this time, he had even taken out the small first aid kit he carried with him. Once someone in the No. 7 box came out to ask for help, he would rush into the No. 3 box with the first aid kit.

Not for anything else.

He was simply curious about what kind of stomach could support so much food.

At this time, an old man sitting opposite the door of Box 3, who came to Barati to dine, said quietly: "Them? No, I can tell you that from beginning to end, there were only one person."

"What, alone?"

"It's fake! How is it possible? How can one person eat so much?"

"Haha~~" After laughing disdainfully, the old man silently picked up the knife and fork that had been put down for a long time, and forked another piece of steak from his dinner plate.

Seeing the astonishing speed of eating at the moment when the door opened and closed, the old man seemed to be infected.

All of a sudden my appetite developed.

Even the tender steak, which was difficult to chew, ended up eating a few more pieces.

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A long time passed.

Among the waiters, some were tired and panting, leaning against the wall while breathing heavily.

In the kitchen, some people started shouting.

"Chef, no, there's not enough ingredients!"

Deep in the kitchen, Zhepu, who was cooking two of Barati's signature dishes while boiling two pots, raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly: "We are short of ammunition for the war. Do you still want me to teach you how to cook it? Hurry up and pick a few." Personally, immediately go to the nearest island to purchase ingredients. This is a battle, a battle that puts the dignity of our Balati chefs on the line. We must not lose to the other party..."

"Yes!"

While Barati's chef is rebellious, he is extremely proud in his heart.

For them to admit that dozens of chefs cannot feed one customer would be worse than beating them to death.

Immediately, a chef left Barati and took a boat to purchase ingredients.

"Have you gone shopping for ingredients? Looks like I have more food!"

In the third box, Mo Lin, who finished another plate of fried pork with green peppers, licked the grease at the corner of his mouth and smiled happily.

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