Hotel kitchen.
Early in the morning, I was already busy.
The shiny stainless steel table is placed with large and sturdy vegetable piles. The Longquan kitchen knife exudes a cold light and makes a rhythmic chopping sound.
"Dedede"
After you get used to it, you will find that this sound is quite comfortable.
"Lao Zhang, we are almost finished cutting the potatoes. Today's portion is not enough."
After that, with the final cut of the knife, the thin potato slices were divided into two, clean. With a neat flick of the kitchen knife, he fell into the basin on the side. After swaying from side to side, he slowly fell to the bottom of the basin.
"Then cut the rest first, and Liu Laoer will send some over later."
The head chef is wearing a tall chef's hat and a snow-white chef's uniform. There was no trace of stains. Da Ma Jin Dao sat on the chair and stared intently at the people below working. From time to time, his eyes would pass over a person who appeared in the corner of the kitchen.
This person is the only one among the chefs who is not wearing a white chef's uniform. He is wearing a dark Chinese tunic suit, which makes him look so out of place.
Standing silently in the corner, he seemed to be integrated with the wall behind him. If it weren't for the occasional rolling of his eyes, everyone would subconsciously ignore his existence.
"Dang"
The rag took away the white starchy substance adhering to the kitchen knife, and then the blade of the knife was knocked straight on the cutting board, filling a large basin full of potato slices. , the cut hands were moved under the desk.
The security personnel watched this scene quietly, walked over silently, squatted down and sniffed at the edge of the vegetable basin, alarming Lao Wang who was chopping vegetables next to him. .
I don’t understand what this person means.
These days, there are suddenly more of them in the kitchen, which makes the group of people working in the kitchen very awkward. After all, they are all experienced people and they are all familiar with each other.
Having outsiders watching them work on site made them very helpless.
"Why, these potato slices soaked in water can still smell the fragrance of Master Shen before they are taken out of the pot."
Qie Dun, speaking in Shanghai dialect, said: With a teasing tone, he then placed the washed tomatoes one by one and prepared to cut them.
"Shut up, don't worry about what others do, you just know what you do."
The head chef placed the big teapot heavily on the table, his face It was already frosty in an instant, and the slightly reprimanding words made everyone who was busy pause for a moment involuntarily, as if the pause button had been pressed.
Then everyone hurriedly went about their own business. They couldn’t afford to mess with this guy in Mao suit. What happened to Lao Wang today? He even dared to make jokes on them.
The young man who was squatting just now ran his fingers across the basin and even took a sip. He didn’t take Qie Dun’s words to heart and was minding his own business at this time.He picked up the towel and wiped the finger.
Seeing the freshly washed tomatoes on the stainless steel countertop, the young man's eyes randomly scanned among them, and then he picked out a large, round, orange-yellow one, which he held in his hand. Bian, and then stuffed it into his mouth unceremoniously.
In the underground vegetable cellar, Cat spent the entire autumn on tomatoes. Not only are they beautiful in color, but they have also been stored and ripened by themselves from the green color when they were first picked, to the color they are now like the setting sun. color.
Juice flowed down the corners of the young man's mouth, and after biting the skin, the grit inside was visible to the naked eye.
Old Wang looked at this young man in disbelief. How could he, who had never affected their work before, become so rude from today on?
"Oh, I said, if you are hungry, there are still some leftover buns from last night, which are kept in the refrigerator. No, Lao Zhang, give him two to cushion them first. These are cold foreign persimmons. "Don't eat it later."
Looking at the young man with his eyebrows twitching, he was like a hungry wolf, eating the big foreign persimmon into his stomach, said the old king. The head chef waved his arm, not sure whether he was really concerned or mocking.
"Don't worry about me, just keep cutting yours."
At the edge of the sink, after washing his mouth and his hands covered with juice, the young man said with a grin on his face. It's really uncomfortable to eat cold tomatoes.
He doesn’t know why starting from today, he needs to taste not only the dishes but also the finished products. What this means is that those who work in their profession know it clearly in their hearts.
The problem most likely lies in the letter sent yesterday. I can only say that some people are starting to feel uneasy.
Seeing how indifferent the chef Zhang was, Lao Wang could only shake his head in boredom, picked up the tomatoes, and served them with a sharp kitchen knife.
It’s just that the sound of the kitchen knife that made the whole kitchen feel extremely comfortable, the rhythm at this time seemed to have been disrupted, and it was no longer the smooth and flowing movements before, Lao Wang, the knife-thumping One hand is a little unsteady.
With a twitch of his ears, the head chef can tell what these old guys look like after following him for so many years. Does he know whether Lao Wang is acting like this because of what happened just now? Bar.
Lao Zhang didn't take this matter to heart. After all, there were outsiders around, and he had to take care of his family's face. If it were in the past, he would definitely step forward and "demonstrate" it himself.
Anyway, tomatoes are different from potatoes. Once the tomatoes are out of the pot, they become a soft ball with no appearance at all. Potatoes must have at least certain size, shape, and thickness requirements. From these details, it brings a pleasant dining environment to the guests.
This is also the motivation of the hotel's back chef. If any restaurant fails to grasp the details of the dishes, he, the head chef, will make a fool of himself.
After being able to join several top restaurants in Shanghai, with hisThese are the real skills.
After a while, the young man standing in the corner swayed and looked a little ugly. Lao Zhang glanced at this scene inadvertently and laughed a little in his heart. On this cold day, his stomach got sick. Cold food should not make you feel upset.
The young man’s face was tangled together. His expression became more and more embarrassing as time went by, and his forehead was even covered in sweat.
In the end, I probably couldn’t hold it anymore, so I stretched one hand against the wall and covered my stomach with the other hand.
"Let me just say, if you have a stomachache, go to the hut quickly, don't disturb us."
Lao Wang, who was cutting tomatoes, also saw this scene, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, Said jokingly.
"His ha"
The young man's face gradually turned pale. He didn't know whether it was due to a stomachache or something wrong with the food just now. He persisted, but he might not be able to bear it in the end. , then waved his hand.
"Calling the people outside the door to come in, I'm going to the toilet"
His legs were shaking, the young man stubbornly held on to the wall, and moved towards the back kitchen door step by step. Toilet outside.
"Windmill, what's wrong?"
Lao Zhang called in another "man in black" who was guarding the door. When he saw his comrade, he clutched his stomach and looked painful. , hurried over to help him and asked, his right hand had already touched his waist, and he looked around with very alert eyes.
"He, he just ate the cold persimmons and picked a big one. What's wrong? What else could be wrong? He must have a stomachache."
Old Wang He put the chopped tomatoes into another basin again and said calmly. Then he put the dishes under the counter again and cleared up the light orange soup on the table.
"Mai, I'm fine. I might have a stomachache. I can do it alone."
The young man patted the colleague who was supporting him, indicating that he was fine by himself, and asked him to He came to continue shouldering his work.
"You are not allowed to leave, I will take him to the toilet."
The young man known as Wheat was quite worried when he came in. He looked at Lao Zhang and warned him specifically, Then he supported Comrade Fengche and walked to the toilet.
The hand placed on the right waist then hugged the windmill's waist and staggered back.
After cutting the vegetables, Lao Wang held his waist with both hands. Like everyone else, he watched the two young people leave, as if he was secretly relieved.
"Why doesn't this Liu Laoer come over? Do you want to hurry up and don't delay the cooking time? It's almost time to eat in half an hour."
Old Wang said as he said, While taking out cigarettes from his pocket, he knocked out one and offered it to the chef first, but he waved his hand and did not take it.
"If you smoke, go to the door and keep an eye on it. If you can't, let Manager Fang send an errand boy to Liu Lao Er to ask and remind him."
Looking at Lao Wang, he looked like As if he was addicted to cigarettes, Lao Zhang didn't have the slightest suspicion, but instead raised his hand, let Lao Wang go farther away, don't let those people see him, smoking in the kitchen.
"No problem"
Lao Wang put the cigarette in his mouth, nodded, and then turned around and walked out of the door without any trace.
Looking at Lao Wang standing at the door, wiping the match, Lao Zhang immediately looked away, and even muttered in his heart, "Is Lao Wang's addiction to cigarettes getting bigger and bigger? If this continues, isn't it?" "What's going on?"
Standing outside the door in the cold wind, Lao Wang's hands were trembling a little. The matchstick he held in his fingers was a bit disobedient. He scratched it several times without wiping it. It was even rubbed crookedly the last time, and the shriveled wooden stick was directly broken by the fingers.
If anyone comes out, they will find that his face is extremely pale, even more pale than the young man who was holding his stomach just now, and his lips are trembling up and down.
"Lao Li, I'm going to find the manager below. I guess he hasn't gotten up yet"
Lao Wang, who was carrying his back, shouted to the back and got a response. Finally, he moved with heavy steps and walked towards the iron stairs beside him.
In the hotel toilet, the young man who was squatting just now was unconscious. His belt was at his knees and he was leaning against the wall. The black pistol placed at his feet had lost body temperature. , has gradually become colder.
"How is the windmill? I have to go back."
The young man standing outside the toilet door looked a little impatient. He kept looking at the toilet door and then at the toilet. The passage to the back kitchen was wandering back and forth.
"Windmill"
Hearing no response from inside, Xiaomai immediately patted the toilet door, amplifying his voice slightly.
After hesitating for a second or two, Xiaomai immediately pushed. When he didn't push away, he stepped back and took a few steps.
A fierce kick caused the bolts and screws to fly everywhere inside the toilet.
This time the door was opened, but when he saw Windmill sitting slumped on the edge of the pit with his hands hanging down, the wheat man went crazy.
This kind of thing has not happened for a long time. This generation has only received training. Even if they have various plans in their minds, they will still panic on the day when something happens.
Shiveringly, he touched Windmill's neck, and then his heart dropped to the bottom of his heart, and the look of grief in his eyes was indescribable.
At this time, there was no time to make him sad. Xiaomai picked up the gun on the ground, turned around and ran out without hesitation.
The most important thing now is to control the kitchen and call teammates, so that justice can be found for Windmill.
With the crisp sound of the gun being loaded, Wheat's running speed reached the extreme. When he reached the door of the kitchen, he didn't even have time to brake.
"Something happened to the windmill, the building is closed"
When he saw his colleague for the first time, the circles in his eyes were red. After being reminded, he immediately held guns in both hands and entered the kitchen. The right one is the back door.
The cooks who were bustling just now and working hard have never seen such a formation before. Looking at the people carrying weapons, their eyes were red and looking at everyone. Facing the dark and deep muzzles, all People became completely quiet.
Yaque was silent. Chef Zhang was sitting at the door. He was the first person to see that something was wrong. He also heard what the wheat and another colleague said. The tea cup lid in his hand, All fell on the table.
Everyone was dumbfounded. You looked at me and I looked at you. They didn’t dare to make unnecessary moves to attract this person’s attention. They were so timid that they even closed their eyes. , head tilted slightly to one side.
"What's wrong, something happened?"
As the boss of the kitchen, Lao Zhang had no choice but to stand up, and the atmosphere was invisibly depressed to the extreme.
"Did anyone go out just now?"
Without answering Lao Zhang's question, Xiaomai stared at everyone present, but he was obviously asking Lao Zhang.
"Let me think about it, let me think about it, Lao Wang, the vegetable chopping Lao Wang, he went to find the manager and called Liu Laoer"
The old man whose mind was blank just now Zhang Mo immediately trembled and said it, pointing his finger in the direction of the back door.
"Didn't I say that no one is allowed to leave?"
Hearing this, Xiaomai dropped the thing in his hand and walked quickly to the back door, head facing outside. Take a look.
At this time, there will be no one there.
The messy footsteps reached the kitchen from a distance from the stairs. As one after another entered, the people in the kitchen saw such a scene for the first time in their lives.
"Comrade Windmill, died"
The choked words came out of Xiaomai's mouth. Everyone who entered the kitchen was surprisingly calm, even the visitors Finally, the cooks, who had some musings, became unusually quiet at this time.
"What did he eat?"
Captain Ge licked the corner of his mouth and instantly thought of the work content of Windmill. He picked up Lao Zhang by his collar and moved his head closer. asked.
"It was just cut potatoes, and I also ate a tomato. I thought my stomach was frozen."
Lao Zhang was about to cry without tears, waving his hands, Pointing to the vegetable basin under the counter, I felt like wiping my neck.
"Bang"
While everyone was still looking at the vegetable basin placed under the table.
Outside the back door, there was a very dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
It was accompanied by a crisp sound as if a dead branch was breaking. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft