The actor is slapped in the face by the chef every day

He expressed his willingness to listen to opinions properly. Now that the new owner has spoken, he will naturally cooperate:

"Aren't the dishes I cook delicious?"

"...Delicious." This kind of dish is not too much even in a Michelin restaurant, and I really can't say anything against my will, Fu Jinghui nodded.

"The recipe I've arranged for you for the past week, doesn't your complexion look better after eating it?"

Subconsciously touching his bloody face, Fu Jinghui nodded again.

"Then it's over?" With an expression of "what else are you dissatisfied with?", the master chef seemed to be looking at an ignorant child who was throwing a temper tantrum:

"You are sick, and I can cure it. Since the treatment effect is not bad at this stage, you just need to continue to cooperate with my arrangement. The menu and portion are not issues that you need to worry about."

Fu Jinghui felt a little tight in his chest:

He found the cook himself, and he invited back the people who had driven away. Now the god he found, the disease he wanted to cure was crying and kneeling—he had to struggle until the cure was over.

When the whole yam and mutton soup was finally eaten, Fu Jinghui leaned on the back of the chair and asked the great god he invited feebly: "I've been drinking all kinds of soup for almost a week, and I won't be drinking soup tomorrow." Bar?"

"Soup nourishes blood, isn't your appetite bigger now than in the beginning?" Taking out the tray and putting away the empty dishes, Li Luo took a look at the other person's complexion, pondered for a while, and finally let go:

"Since the first stage of diet therapy is quite effective, let's start preparing the second stage of diet therapy tomorrow. This soup... let's stop for a while and start changing to something else."

Seeing the other party couldn't hide his excitement, the corner of his mouth grinned in satisfaction, and Li Luo added slowly:

"Look, you're in better shape now. Starting tomorrow, according to the additional content of the contract, you will also learn the basic skills of this cooking from me. You should distinguish between celery and coriander, otherwise, even if you really After going to that gourmet reality show, is it possible that you are going to make this common sense mistake on the screen in front of the national audience?"

Just as he was about to leave, Mr. Yingdi, who was walking like a cloud, heard this sentence, and the smile on his face cracked.He quickly adjusted his facial expression, looked at the chef sincerely, and expressed his thanks for his trouble. He opened the shop door, subconsciously glanced left and right at the ground in front of the shop, and after seeing that there was nothing there, he flew Also left the restaurant.

Seeing Fu Jinghui leaving the restaurant as if fleeing for his life, Li Luo asked Momo who ran out and stood at his feet in doubt:

"Why is he running so fast? Did I say something wrong just now?"

You are right, but Mr. Actor, who always pays attention to perfection, is just humiliated by you.

Memo has always stood by her family, suppressed a smile, and answered without hesitation:

"No, Ah Luo is absolutely right. That person can't even tell us vegetables apart, he's so stupid!"

The author has something to say: Well, choosing a boyfriend still depends on appearance.He's handsome or something, and I can't bear to be angry if I make a mistake...

By the way, is there a girl who is as beautiful as a fox? Raise your hand?

By the way, you little goblins who read the text and don’t collect it, if this is the case, I will put coriander!

☆、Roasted chicken drumsticks with chestnut sauce

Chestnut, also known as chestnut.Brown in color, round and small in mid-winter, fried with black quartz sand in a pot, each one shiny and oily, they are fried chestnuts in sugar.A pack of cooked chestnuts is slowly peeled along the cracked shell. The golden and fragrant flesh can make people eat for a long time without getting greasy.

The premise of the above situation is that the chestnuts in your hands must be cooked.

On the kitchen counter, a pile of dusty and velvety raw chestnuts were placed in a basket, and Fu Jinghui was holding the kitchen knife that Li Luo had just handed over to him, looking at these chestnuts, still a little distracted : "You want me to shell these things? All of them?"

Going to the pool to get the watering can, ready to water the flowers and plants in the backyard, Li Luo glanced at the basket of raw chestnuts in front of him, and nodded as a matter of course: "The recipe I prepared for you today is roasted chicken legs with chestnut sauce. You put Those chestnuts have been shelled, and when I come back after watering the flowers, it’s time to cook.”

Throwing the kitchen knife on the counter, the actor protested: "Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to teach me how to cook? What about knife skills? Skills? Secret recipes? I rushed over early in the morning and you asked me to teach me how to cook. Chestnut shelling?"

Glancing at the current owner with disgust, the head chef said lightly, "No need."

"Ah?" Fu Jinghui didn't understand the incoherent preface.

Putting down the watering can, Li Luo walked to the kitchen counter, picked up a chestnut from the basket and put it on the chopping board, took the kitchen knife that Fu Jinghui threw aside just now into his hand, and slashed at the chestnut on the desk:

"Oh!"

With one stroke, a quick [-]-degree slash at the knife mark, and a beautiful cross-shaped knife appeared on the chestnut shell.

Using the knife edge to get close to the flower of the chestnut and quickly pick it left and right, the chestnut with its shell was taken off, revealing the whole golden flesh, a little brown leather was attached to the flesh, Li Luo scraped it with the tip of the knife Scraped and it was all clean.

Fu Jinghui watched from the side dumbfounded.

Handing back the kitchen knife in his hand to Fu Jinghui, the head chef said calmly: "You don't need so many tricks to learn cooking. If you don't have the foundation, you should learn from the simplest. Once you are proficient, knife skills It will happen naturally. According to the way I just did it, I cut the chestnut with a cross-shaped knife, and I slowly fumbled with my wrist strength. Two hours later, I will harvest the peeled chestnut meat."

After saying that, the master chef picked up the watering can again and went to the backyard, leaving only a back view for Mr. Yingdi to look up to.

My mind was full of replays of the heroic posture of the chef swinging the knife a moment ago, Fu Jinghui imitated the other party's way just now, and also took a chestnut and put it on the chopping board, holding the handle of the kitchen knife with both hands and aimed at the chestnut——

Ding!

The blade perfectly staggered the chestnut.

Bounced by the force of the blade, the chestnut was thrown in an arc, and Gu Lulu rolled onto the floor tiles.

Mr. Actor, who has always been extremely confident in his learning ability, stared at the innocent chestnut lying on the ground, and his expression was extremely exciting.

******

In the backyard, fine droplets of water fell on the leaves of violets.

The cool and refreshing morning is a good time for morning exercises. The little lemon bonsai that was supposed to be at the door of the store came out for a walk. When he saw Li Luo watering it, he moved to his feet with a sullen face, and waved the leaves to signal that he would do the same. Give yourself a couple of sprays.

The dust on the leaves was washed away by the water droplets, and it was crystal clear in the sun, and the little lemon bonsai hummed comfortably.The corn official who passed by the courtyard saw it, and walked over slowly:

"Alo."

The watering can that was spraying water stopped.

"I just saw the new kid peeling raw chestnuts with a kitchen knife? It can't be the method you taught, isn't it more convenient to boil chestnuts and then peel them?"

"Well, I did it on purpose." Li Luo answered simply.

Guan Guan burst out laughing.

"This doesn't seem like your style." Regarding the child who was brought up by himself, Guan Guan still understands his temperament: "I also listened to them about the contract, if you really don't like being restrained, If you don’t want to cure that child’s anorexia, just say it out, why bother him like that?”

Recalling the scene of passing by the kitchen just now, Guan Guan couldn't help laughing: "I saw that child using a kitchen knife, that is to chop our chopping board as firewood!"

"I didn't pay much attention to the contract matter. Although that Fu Jinghui used the contract to pressure me, and deliberately played tricks, it's just a small liquidated damages, I can't afford it. It's just—" It seems to think of something Regarding the headache, Li Luo rubbed the center of his brows, with a helpless expression on his face: "The person who told Fu Jinghui to come to me to cure anorexia was the teacher."

"Xu An and Mr. Xu?" Surprised to hear Li Luo's teacher's name in this situation, the official shook off the corn silk, exposed his green-clothed head to the sun, and felt that his thoughts became clearer. , pondered: "Is that child who came to you for treatment an old friend of Mr. Xu? If that's the case, it's really hard to refuse."

"When a lady agent from the other party came to me, she brought a letter from the teacher. Although I don't know what the relationship between Fu Jinghui and the teacher is, it's the first time the teacher has asked me for something in so many years. Even if that kid is a bit annoying, I will take care of his body as agreed."

Xu An and Mr. Xu, world-renowned food connoisseurs, have won the championship in the World Food Awards for six consecutive times.No one can break this record so far.

Few people know that the head chef of "Luo", a private restaurant known all over the world for his eccentric and difficult temper, is one of the only two personal disciples of Mr. Xu.

Since three years ago, when he was rejected for the last time to invite his lover to participate in the World Food Awards, Mr. Xu has been angry with Li Luo and refused to contact him.

"This is the first time he has contacted you in three years, right?" He was deeply impressed by the always smiling old man who was extremely persistent in food and cooking, and he also somewhat knew why Li Luo kept rejecting the teacher's invitation. Looking at the sad face of his own child, he quickly changed the subject:

"After you finish watering the flowers, don't forget to go and see the kid in the kitchen. Although you don't like him very much, I heard from Ah San and Momo that he is a famous movie star after all, and he has never cooked. If you are not careful When I moved the knife, I bumped into it, and the little girls at home would feel distressed."

******

By the time Li Luo went to the kitchen to check the results, it was already more than an hour later.

In the basket on the kitchen counter, more than half of the dusty raw chestnuts were left, and the finely broken chestnut shells were scattered in a mess on the chopping board.The kitchen knife that was originally handed over to Fu Jinghui has been broken in several places, and the only few peeled chestnuts, although the shells have been barely peeled off, the surface of the flesh is full of bumps, as if it was husky. Like chewed.

The entire kitchen was in a mess, just like the battlefield after the Great War.

"After so long, you peeled ten chestnuts?"

Put the peeled chestnuts in a small bowl, and the head chef looked at Fu Jinghui's appalling "labor achievement", and the corners of his mouth twitched invisibly.

Shaking his head, he took the broom behind the door and quickly cleaned up the scene, and finally he could barely see it.

Wash the chicken legs prepared in advance and cut into pieces. Drain the water and dry them. Li Luo took a few pieces of ginger and garlic and put them in the pot, and put Fu Jinghui's shelled chestnut meat into it.

In the past, Mr. Yingdi waited for others to prepare the dishes and bring them to him. Now, watching the chef show the whole process of cooking in front of him, it was so fresh that he couldn't bear to miss it.

Put the last spoonful of sauce into the pot, and saw that half the pot of soup was almost collected.A thin layer of Gorgon sauce hangs on the chicken legs, crystal clear, showing a reddish brown color, and the aroma of chicken legs and chestnuts fills the room.

Fu Jinghui swallowed involuntarily, and urged: "Is it all right? I can already smell it!"

As if he hadn't heard of it, Li Luo put the vegetables on the plate without rushing, and sprinkled a handful of sesame seeds on the plate.On the side of the plate, there is a small bowl of white rice with snow-white grains.

When the dishes were brought to the table, Li Luo didn't need to speak this time, the other party had already taken the bowl and chopsticks and sat down very consciously.

When it was time to start eating, Fu Jinghui's chopsticks were the first to reach for the chestnuts on the plate, and he took a bite, ignoring the heat. He just felt that he had never eaten such delicious chestnuts in his life.

Breathing hot, he didn't forget to show off to the chef beside him: "Look! The roasted chicken drumsticks I made with chestnut sauce, this taste, this appearance..."

With a half-smile, he glanced at the proud Mr. Actor, and the head chef raised his tone slightly: "Oh? 'You' made roasted chicken drumsticks with chestnut sauce?"

Embarrassed by being looked at, the other side's skin was slightly hot: "At least I peeled this chestnut, right?"

As he said that, he raised his hands in front of Li Luo: "I peeled the raw chestnuts for so long, and my fingers were blistered by the kitchen knife. How much effort did I put in!"

The fingers that were originally slender and fair, now have conspicuous red blood blisters on the tiger's mouth and the middle finger, each one is translucent, and it hurts just by looking at it.

Looking fixedly at the blood blisters on Fu Jinghui's hands, Li Luo got up and walked out without saying a word.After a while, I folded it back again, and there was a small glass bottle in my hand.

Putting the small glass bottle on the table next to Fu Jinghui, seeing the other party pick up the bottle curiously and look at the red liquid inside, he explained: "Take a cotton swab and wipe it on the blisters, and it will disappear soon."

Unexpectedly, this cook is quite humane, Fu Jinghui was a little moved in his heart.

Seeing that this kid was in a good mood, Li Luo pretended to be casual and asked: "By the way, do you know Mr. Xu Anhe and Mr. Xu?"

The author has something to say: In the end, the question asked by the chef is very important, how important is it?If Mr. Actor's answer is not what he wants, he will have a very... miserable life.

After all, for an unfamiliar person, especially a person who is not pleasing to the eye, Mr. Chef is always willing to be cruel... ╮(╯_╰)╭

PS: If you find that the article is not updated on a certain day, it means that the time I set in the manuscript box is wrong again... Please remind me of TUT

☆Shrimp balls with fried onion, pepper and salt

Beijing.

In early autumn, the sky is rarely blue, and the air is full of the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

In the tea room, the Pu'er in front of the two people on the seats exudes a long and mellow fragrance, and the vague opera words are transmitted from the lobby through the screen, which is not very clear.

The middle-aged man in gray put down the teacup in his hand, and said earnestly to the man sitting opposite:

"It's fine for him to conceal his illness, but the interests of the production team cannot be damaged. Besides, he has done so, and he has made trouble to this point. Just because of his appearance, he is no longer suitable for this role. Our friendship for so long, Can I cheat you? The person I recommend will definitely satisfy you. For that person's role, you should find a reason and come back."

The man on the opposite side was about thirty, and the cuffs of a black shirt were slightly rolled up, revealing his beautiful wrist bones.Bowing his head and taking a sip of tea, the man said calmly, "I chose Fu Jinghui myself. For the role of Xiao Yu, I thought of him as soon as I got the script, and I didn't think of him as a second person."

"That was in the past. He is now sickly, thin and out of shape, how can he play a good role as a prince on the battlefield?" Seeing that the man was not interested in his proposal, the other party thought for a while and said: "The one on Fu Jinghui's body The commercial value is just that much, but if you are willing to use the person I recommend, the one from Huaxin...you will invest at least this amount."

The man looked at the four fingers stretched out by the other party, and shook his head: "I said, I will not change this role."

The tone is certain, and there is no room for change.

"That person has been refusing to hold a press conference to explain it for so long, and there is no news about him in the country. Director Chen, are you not afraid that the male number one you personally appointed will not even be able to come at the scheduled opening ceremony? The face was ugly, and the other party smiled angrily: "I want to see, if you trust him so much, if the box office fails at that time, will you regret today's decision?"

"Soon." The man looked at the white pigeons flying over the capital through the glass wall, and said with certainty: "That kid will definitely come back in the best condition before starting the machine."

******

New York Chinatown.

Mr. Fu Jinghui, who is striving to move towards the "best state", is now doing a very difficult job in the kitchen that tests the chef's skills——

Deline the shrimp.

In the past month, Li Luozhi asked him to pick yellow crabs, remove scales from carp, peel five catties of garlic in one go, and even learn how to use an ax to chop wood and make fire, but he refused to teach him how to cook. cook.

Ever since the day when he hurt his hand, Li Luo's attitude towards him had plummeted, and he was not polite to him.

God knows what Li Luo wants to do as a cook, with such advanced technology now, but still use such a primitive way to light a fire.

But it's strange that Fu Jinghui's physical condition is getting better day by day after being tossed about by the chef.Originally, I could only eat one meal a day, but I slowly returned to three meals a day.Although the state is not as good as before, it is enough to surprise him.

Even his complexion slowly returned to rosy, and his thin pointed chin became rounder.Yesterday he went to weigh himself. Not only did he not continue to lose weight, but he also gained nine catties.

Thinking of coming here, the agent Meng Tian told me that Director Chen's new play required him to gain ten pounds and build muscles. Fu Jinghui looked at the arm muscles he had cultivated from chopping firewood these days, and suddenly felt that this goal was not so important. unattainable.

The prawns were taken out of the refrigerator.Li Luo bought it from Old Wang Dongtou early in the morning, and put it in the refrigerator for several hours.Now it was thawed and thrown to Fu Jinghui, and there was also a box of toothpicks as a gift.

Mr. Actor, who was used to being directed, stood in front of the sink very naturally, picking shrimps in one hand and toothpicks in the other, picking out shrimps without complaint.

Because today's menu is scallion fried shrimp balls.

This is a dish that Fu Jinghui has always liked, but because of his poor health and can't eat too cold food, he hasn't tasted it for a long time.

An hour later, he was sitting at the dining table, watching the chef with a heart full of joy as he served a plate of fried prawn balls with scallions.

People subconsciously love the food made by themselves, and Fu Jinghui is no exception.

The prawn balls on the plate were a beautiful pink color.Li Luo moved quickly, and the meat of the fried shrimp balls was tender. He poured a spoonful of soup into the rice and took a bite. The shrimp balls, rice, and sauce in his mouth blended together, so fresh that he could bite his tongue off.

Even better, Li Luo made an extra dish of fresh shrimp and tofu today.

The shrimp heads left over from making shrimp balls are not wasted. Shrimp yellow and shrimp oil are boiled in a pot over high heat, and tender tofu is added to stew together.Take it out and eat it in one bite, it can be compared to crab roe tofu.

A bowl of rice was finished quickly, Fu Jinghui sat on the chair and looked at the clean plate, feeling extremely satisfied.

"Your current physical condition, in another month, should be basically recuperated." After observing Mr. Actor's complexion, and asking him about his recent physical condition, the chef gave a treatment arrangement.

Is there another month?Thinking that he might not have the chance to enjoy such delicacies in a month, Fu Jinghui felt a little regretful.

Putting away the dishes on the table and washing them, Li Luo served the other party a glass of water and left temporarily.

Sitting bored on the chair by the window, Fu Jinghui simply got up and wandered around the lobby, unknowingly walked to the bar where Li Luo liked to hang out on weekdays.

At a glance, he saw the position of the bar counter against the wall, on a bone china plate, a small bright red tomato was very juicy, and suddenly felt a little dry.

Fruit or something after a meal, this moment couldn't be more suitable.

******

The water in the sink was rushing, Li Luo rinsed the dishes carefully, and then put them into the disinfection cabinet for disinfection.After everything was dealt with, he washed his hands himself, and was about to get a bottle of soda water from the refrigerator when he saw Onion Ah San rolling in in a panic:

"A Luo is not well, why don't you go and save her, Fu Jinghui is going to eat her!"

Startled by the other party's sudden rush in, Li Luo comforted her: "Don't worry, speak slowly. Fu Jinghui is in the lobby, why did he find out?"

Ah San anxiously spun around on the spot, about to cry: "We used to hide behind the door to watch Fu Jinghui secretly, and we have been safe and undiscovered. But today everyone said that we were separated so far, and we looked at Fu Jinghui. Not enough fun, how dare you, just... just climbed up on the bar and pretended to be an ordinary tomato to look at the handsome guy. Who knew that the other party was wandering around in the lobby just now, and somehow found it? Fruit, go eat her!"

When this guy was in a hurry, he couldn't cry, all because of howling, the whole room was full of strong onion smell from her, and the spicy Li Luo almost shed tears.

Lifting his foot and hurried to the lobby of the restaurant, Li Luo did not forget to tell Ah San: "You are waiting for me in the backyard now, I will find a way to get Momo out."

******

Fu Jinghui felt that today was really evil.

He just wanted to eat a fruit after dinner, but the little tomato was so slippery that he couldn't grasp it. It spun around in the porcelain plate several times and slipped out from his fingertips. He couldn't hold it. stand up.

Unbelievable in his heart, he spotted it and rushed forward, covering the porcelain plate with the palm of his hand, and finally held the tomato in the palm of his hand.

Picking up the tomato with the index finger of his right hand, Fu Jinghui nodded in satisfaction, handed the tomato to his mouth, and was about to bite it down——

"Wait a moment!"

As soon as he stepped into the lobby, he saw Fu Jinghui holding Momo and preparing to speak, Li Luo was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, and hurriedly called to him to stop him.

There was still a centimeter away from the teeth, Fu Jinghui put down his hand holding the tomato, and watched the chef appear at the door in surprise: "What's the matter, Mr. Li? Seeing that you are in such a hurry, what's the matter?"

After ordering the empty bone china plate on the bar counter, and pointing to the Meme in Fu Jinghui's hand, Li Luo tried to make his expression more natural: "Mr. Fu still doesn't want the tomatoes I put on the porcelain plate." It's better to eat."

"Why? You don't have to be so stingy. It's fine if you don't even give me a cup of tea after dinner. I just ate one of your tomatoes as fruit after dinner. At worst, I'll pay you with the casserole that I broke yesterday. It's gone." Looking at Li Luo unhappy, Fu Jinghui felt that it was not easy for the other party to be such a stingy businessman as a profiteer.

"Your body is still recovering now, so avoid raw or cold food." Li Luo made a serious nonsense, and then took a few steps forward: "After finally recovering your body, I said that you won't be allowed to eat tomatoes, naturally." It's for your health."

It took a month of hard work to recuperate his body. When he heard that eating raw tomatoes was not conducive to recovery, Fu Jinghui was so frightened that he quickly threw the tomato back into the porcelain plate.

Walking to the front of the bar without a trace, using his body to block the porcelain plate that Momo was staring at, Li Luo told Fu Jinghui that today's diet therapy was over, and the store was about to close.

Watching Fu Jinghui walk away from the store door from afar, he closed the store door neatly and walked quickly to the bar.

Meme on the porcelain plate didn't respond at all, as if she was quite frightened.

Li Luo gently stretched out his index finger and tapped her, and then he heard the other party cry "—wow".

"You know you have to be careful next time, don't you?" Resignedly holding the little guy in his hands, he coaxed softly.

"Hey... Ah Luo, that Fu Jinghui... is really handsome..." He was out of breath from crying, but he still couldn't forget the beautiful boy's appearance.

All the unspoken comfort was stuck in her throat, and Li Luo suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness:

A hard-core face control, who wants to be beautiful and not die, is hopeless.

As soon as he returned to the hotel where he was staying, Fu Jinghui received a call from the manager:

"Hey, big star, the opening ceremony of Director Chen's play will be held in ten days. You pack up and prepare to go back to China."

The author has something to say: Mr. Best Actor is finally ready to go back to filming, and there is still a big surprise waiting for him.

Regarding the method of stewing fresh shrimp heads into soup and stewing tofu, Lafayette Cixi of the Qing Dynasty used to eat crab roe tofu in winter. This is what the royal chefs in the palace did (/□). You can try it when you go back. Foxes like it very much in winter a dish.

By the way, I would like to mention to you, regarding the update, all the posting times of "222222" are the first post, and if it shows other times, it means the fox is catching insects [Hey, did my posting time reveal something (⊙o⊙) 】

☆、Red wine steak

These days, Meng Tian has been concerned about the physical condition of his own artists, and has to make videos every few days to test the results of the treatment. He is very satisfied with Fu Jinghui's recovery.

Now that the current physical condition is almost in line with Director Chen's standard, and the other party has no objection after knowing Fu Jinghui's physical condition, Meng Tian notified him as soon as he received the notification of the opening ceremony from the other party.

After all, in today's situation, because three consecutive movies have been replaced, rumors in the industry have spawned countless versions.It is not without competitors who took the opportunity to step on and try to pull Fu Jinghui down.Director Chen was able to take the initiative to invite him, and he hasn't regretted it after that incident. It is not easy to continue to use him as the leading man in the movie.

It is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow.

Thanks to her asking Fu Jinghui to invite Li Luo back in the first place, it is really a bit of a trick that Mr. Xu recommended him.

"I've already booked the air ticket for you. When the plane arrives in Beijing in the middle of the night the day after tomorrow, I will send a driver to pick you up."

******

Fu Jinghui felt that he should say goodbye to Master Chef.

Things in Beijing must be rushed back, and Li Luo's treatment will naturally come to an end first.

Although Fu Jinghui has been disgusted with Li Luo for so many days, with a grumpy and stingy face, he also knows in his heart: the chef of the other party is being treated with a contract frame by himself, and he just shows himself occasionally, so it should be arranged His treatment has not failed at all, just for the fact that he was able to cure his anorexia, which many famous doctors failed to cure, he deserves his gratitude to the other party.

If Li Luo didn't help him recuperate his body, he really wouldn't be able to continue filming Director Chen's scene.

If a prince who was so thin as a monkey gill and would collapse in the wind would kill all directions on the battlefield, it is estimated that the film will be made into a pot of gruel by the audience.

He specially picked out a bottle of good red wine to take to "Luo" restaurant, Fu Jinghui planned to have a farewell banquet with Li Luo today.

Entering the restaurant with the red wine, he went straight to Li Luo and said hello: "Mr. Li, I'm telling you about today's meal—"

Carrying the bag just in time to enter the door, Li Luo noticed the bottle of red wine in his arms at a glance, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "How do you know what I'm going to cook today is red wine steak?"

Steak with red wine?After eating Chinese food for so many days, is this guy finally planning to change his taste today?

Curiously following Li Luo to watch him take out the steak from the bag, Fu Jinghui wanted to say something more, but the master chef threw a garlic over and said directly: "It's just right, help me peel this garlic, I'll wait a while It needs to be used for cooking."

Reflexively took the garlic, Mr. Actor put down the red wine and rolled up his sleeves to work.The whole movement is smooth and flowing, it looks like someone who has been enslaved for a long time, and he didn't even say a word of resistance...

"French Mouton? The taste is good. I thought you stars would drink Lafite directly." He casually picked up the red wine that Fu Jinghui put on the table and looked around. When he saw the trademark, Li Luo couldn't help but be a little Surprised a bit.

He casually put a piece of garlic that had been peeled into the plate, and Mr. Actor had a smug face: "Don't think that us actors are just rich and stupid people. I can still recognize other brands of red wine except Lafite."

Of course, he didn't say the real reason: because he couldn't get a job during this period, the balance in his bank account was running low.Being able to buy the Mouton brand for the sake of face has already spent most of the last half of the cash he brought out this time.

After standing for a long time, his waist was a little sore, he straightened his body, and was about to show off his knowledge of red wine again, when he saw that Mr. Chef had already poured the open bottle of red wine on the steak.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Angrily, Fu Jinghui went up to rescue the wine, and Fu Jinghui was extremely distressed when he saw that the red wine had lost a third of it: "This is the wine I picked so hard, and I plan to save it for tonight Drink it with you as a farewell wine!"

He didn't have any objection to the red wine being taken away. Li Luo visually estimated that the amount of red wine needed for cooking was probably enough. After soaking the beef in the red wine, he turned around and asked in surprise, "Farewell?"

Putting the red wine away again, Fu Jinghui nodded: "Yes, the new play is about to start, I have to go back in time, I came here today to say goodbye to you."

Since it is said to be a farewell banquet, tonight's dinner will inevitably be eaten by two people.

During this period of time, he ate alone. Today, sitting at the same table with the chef, Fu Jinghui felt a little excited like the first audition.

Nervous and excited.

Li Luo's dining etiquette is extremely strict, and the elegance of every move compares to Fu Jinghui's.On the contrary, Mr. Yingdi paid special attention, for fear of being underestimated by the other party.

The red wine steak in the center of the table is extremely conspicuous, perfectly medium-rare, tender and juicy.The shredded carrots that have been soaked in water are put into the oil pan, and they are fried crisply. A small orange ball is placed on the top, and the flavorful cooked garlic is placed at the bottom, which is beautiful and delicious.

Carefully cut a small piece of steak into the mouth, all of Fu Jinghui's senses are focused on the taste buds, and everything around him is gone, leaving only the aftertaste between the teeth, floating like sitting on a cloud.

"Have you tasted anything?" Qingyue's voice sounded, and Li Luo brought Fu Jinghui back to his senses.

Couldn't help but tasted it again, pursed his lips to reflect on it, and then Fu Jinghui replied: "Well, the steak is very tender, and the heat is just right, your skill is good."

His complexion turned dark, and the master chef reminded him: "I'm asking you how many ingredients are there in this dish?"

This stunned him for a moment.

When cooking today, Li Luo asked him to prepare the tableware, how many ingredients are used in this dish, how can he answer it?

Moaning and hawing for a while, Mr. Movie King only mentioned four things: steak, red wine, salt, and black pepper, and at the end he said plausibly: "I've been here for so long, and you never taught me the secret recipe of cooking, except as a helper. How do I know what ingredients you put in?"

"I cook, and I never have any secret recipe." The other party looked indifferent.

As a result, Fu Jinghui's eyes widened, and it was full of "Ghosts come only if you believe in you".

After scooping up the soup in the bowl and taking a sip, Li Luo asked the guy sitting opposite: "Mr. Fu, you have always wanted to learn cooking from me, why?"

Isn't this a well-intentioned question?

The other party replied without hesitation: "The company arranged for me to participate in a food reality show. I don't know how to cook, so you need to teach me some exclusive secret recipes to support the show."

"That's it." Mr. Chef looked contemptuously, and raised his chin slightly: "I cook because of my hobby, and all cooking skills are all based on my whim, and I can develop it myself. But you want to learn some secret recipes and tricks. It's not in my power to please the audience in front of the TV screen."

Then you can say it earlier, and let me work as a waiter in the restaurant for a month for nothing!

The original contract clearly stated that the other party was responsible for curing Fu Jinghui's anorexia and teaching him basic cooking skills.As a result, the other party has improved except for the treatment of anorexia, and the cooking skills are not taught at all.

It was supposed to be a salary earned from double jobs, but the other party was good. One job was handed over, the other didn't work, and a handyman was given for free.However, this person was begged by himself to invite him back. Now that he has troubles, he has to thank him politely.

Knowing the truth, Mr. Film King burst into tears.

Resisting the urge to pounce on this profiteer, Fu Jinghui turned his grief and anger into appetite with a sullen head. Finally, when he wanted to drink away his sorrow, he remembered that most of the wine he brought was made into steaks. up.

He couldn't help complaining to the other party in a cryptic manner, but the other party comforted him: "This wine tastes good when made into steaks, and the effect will be the same if you eat it in your stomach."

Can this be the same!The good atmosphere is gone!

Don't you, a cook, know that eating western food should be romantic?

Holding his breath, Fu Jinghui gently reminded the chef: "This is Mouton in 2000, isn't it a bit too extravagant to cook with?"

“Is the 2000 vintage very luxurious?