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"ten minutes-"

The door of the kitchen was suddenly pushed open, and the hurried waiter raised his head and shouted, like sounding an alarm, to the head chef at the end of the kitchen:

"It's been ten minutes since the ribs came to the table—"

In the busy kitchen, the apprentices at both ends of the long table were stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at the head chef.

The atmosphere is tense.

The head chef was silent, did not speak, just hugged his arms and stared at the huge consideration in front of him.

In the escaping high temperature, those azure blue eyes never retreated or wavered in the slightest, with a solemn expression, just waiting.

As if enduring invisible torment and suffering.

In his hand, the hands of the pocket watch turned silently.

"Thirteen minutes—"

The waiter reported again and hurriedly said, "They have finished half a glass of sparkling water, and there are not many ribs left."

The head chef remained silent and did not speak.

Only the eldest apprentice turned around, waved his hand, and motioned for him to investigate and report again. The waiter was startled and turned away. Soon, he came back again with an uneasy expression: "They asked for sauce.."

"What sauce?" The students held their breaths.

"Two servings of black pepper sauce and sweet and spicy sauce, and lemon sea salt."

The waiter was sweating, trembling, and was about to speak, when he heard the clear sound of steel rubbing against the scorching heat of the fire.

He raised his head involuntarily, crossed the shoulders of the apprentices, and saw the burly back of the chef in front of the oven, holding an iron fork in his hand, as if he was about to fight a dragon. out.

The moment the oven door was opened, the enchanting gust of wind blew out from the flames, and the mellow aroma of fat and meat leached under the smoky slow-roasting lingered on the tip of the nose.

I heard a screeching sound.

"what-"

The head chef was so angry that he held the long hook in his hand and pulled it out suddenly.

Immediately, the iron grid in the huge furnace body was drawn out under the support of the rollers, together with the results wrapped in barbecue paper.

Not afraid of the heat and scalding, the calloused palm stretched out to hold the fruit in the middle.

When the barbecue paper was carefully torn open, the plump and heavy fruit was revealed.

The slightly charred exterior looks unremarkable, but just stretched out and tore it, and the beef that had been soft in the long smoked slow roast was torn apart from the center, revealing a distinct texture and mouth-watering rose red.

Apprentices are like assembly lines, cutting, spreading sauce, platting, and embellishing.

Until the end, the head chef took a deep breath, held his breath, solemnly and carefully, and put a rosemary that had been lifted by a spray gun.

Under the illumination of the light, the freshly baked brisket reflected a dreamlike fluorescence.

Intoxicating.

"What are you still doing?"

The head chef glanced at the waiter blankly, then rang the service bell, "Pass the dish—"

The waiter stood up in a panic, straightened his tie, raised his head and held up the result that took eight hours of hard work, turned and walked towards the restaurant.

The moment the door closed, the apprentices breathed a sigh of relief.

Only the head chef is still calm, and it is admirable that this calmness is comparable to a landslide without changing his face.

Only the apprentice, who knew the teacher best, noticed a wisp of relieved cold sweat on the back of his neck.

Passing through the hustle and bustle of the restaurant during business hours in the evening, the waiter quickly came to the window, put the food on the plate on the table, and politely and softly introduced:

"Slow-roasted brisket, please take it slow."

Having said that, he took a few steps back and stood in an inconspicuous corner, waiting to be summoned at any time. Out of the corner of his eyes, he looked nervously towards the dining table from time to time.

The girl who seemed to be smiling.

To be precise, it was the man sitting directly opposite her.

Watching him stretch out his hand and grab the brisket, he looked at him carefully, with a slightly raised eyebrow as he sniffed, and the smile after the entrance.

Involuntarily, he smiled.

He made a gesture not far away. Immediately, the apprentice who was guarding the kitchen door widened his eyes and rushed into the kitchen, like a marathon of messengers running dozens of kilometers, proudly conveying the victory to the teachers and colleagues in Athens. Good news:

"satisfy!"

Across the heavy door, I couldn't hear the cheers and cheers inside. But the pride and ease that permeated the waiter's eyebrows were clearly seen by Fu Yi.

"Tsk, I thought people were looking at me..."

She muttered resentfully, "I knew I wouldn't wear makeup before going out, one or two have problems."

In response, she was handed a tissue.

Huai Shi sighed lightly: "Wasn't you wipe your mouth before you are stinky? This is what you said about eating bbq. How can you dislike other people looking at me and not looking at you after you come here?"

"Yes, yes, I know, contemporary chefs."

Fu Yi sighed softly, and the tone of voice made it impossible to tell whether it was sarcasm or admiration, but it was just weird.

Since the return of Eternal Paradise, the Kitchen Magic Competition Committee has raised Huai Shi's star rating and evaluation, especially in terms of potential, and has come up with a rather appalling evaluation.

Known as the future nine-star chef, sooner or later, he will be able to sit together with the East Xia's Yiya Eater, the contemporary Lord of the Golden Palace, and Egypt's Granny Tang.

It's really hard to tell whether it's flattering or affirming.

But now Huai Shi is theoretically the youngest ever judge and star-rated inspector of the Magic Kitchen Competition. In short, a restaurant with a star rating from Mouth of the Abyss is not qualified, he said. Forget it.

No wonder people were trembling, as if they were facing a great enemy—even if Huai Shi had repeatedly said in advance that it was just eating, there would not be any evaluation and review, and everyone did their best.

Who doesn't want to conquer the stomach of an investigator?

It's a pity...it's delicious or not, for Huai Shi, the difference is not big.

As for what to eat, his main theme has always been to eat. Of course, Uncle Fang's home cooking is another matter...

Seeing Fu Yi's face full of sauce as if he had been hungry for several days, Huai Shi couldn't help sighing: "You should be more careful."

"Do you know how troublesome it is for new recruits to get hired?"

Fu Yi rolled his eyes: "Doing the most tiring work and adding the most shifts—I thought it would be better for an intermediary agency like the Silent Man to be between the Authority and the Court of Survival, but I didn't expect the Authority to bring the Court of Survival together. , The Survival Institute and the Administrative Bureau are mad together... Every night I will be exhausted and paralyzed after working, and if I don't eat a little more, I will not be able to live."

"It's a sad day."

Huai Shi sighed with emotion and filled her glass with water: "Just boil it for a while longer. After the battle of the worlds is over, you can have a holiday."

"It's you who's on vacation, and it's me who's working overtime?"

Fu Yi rolled his eyes and sighed.

God knows how to explain the operation of the Silver Sea to a layman like Huai Shi. After the war of the worlds is over, the silent ones will really be so busy that they vomit blood.

The residual poison accumulated during the war, the shadow formed by collective anxiety and panic, and the aggregate of evil thoughts formed by various large-scale disaster events...

The days are getting really sad.

The world is so cold, only the brisket in front of me is still a little warm.

As for Huai Shi...

Fu Yi looked up at him, shook his head, and snorted coldly.

Just wine and meat brothers.

Huai Shi was confused.

Don't know what happened.

Why are you staring at me again?

It was not until the roast pork knuckle was finished that Fu Yi finally stopped and wiped the sauce on his face contentedly without caring about his demeanor and manners.

Lying on the sofa, he let out a sigh of relief.

I am full.

And Huai Shi also held a pork burger in his hand and ate a mouthful of oil. I only wear a sweater and jeans when I go out, and the sneakers are still the same pair from last year...

There is no such thing as a big man.

Let Fu Yi doubt from the bottom of his heart: "So, are you really the commander of the army now?"

"Yes."

Huai Shi nodded, not knowing why she suddenly asked this: "Yesterday, the approval of the station was officially issued, and it belongs to the Astronomical Society and the Frontier Defense Front Command for dispatch and command... It sounds very majestic, but in fact, it's all over the place. Just a tool man."

"It doesn't look like it's changed."

Fu Yi suddenly got up and approached across the dining table, his smile became meaningful, "Why do you suddenly remember to invite me to dinner?"

"what?"

Huai Shi is puzzled.

Instinctively, I want to raise my head and ask, isn't that the case before?

I played the violin, got lucky, got some business performance, made some money, and wanted to eat something good, I always had to find someone to have dinner with.

Whether it's Colonel Ken, whether it's sauce bones, hot pot, etc., I don't choose, I just instinctively want to find someone to celebrate with.

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It's the same as when Fu Yi treats most guests.

Speaking of which, this guy has also turned his back.

He looked at Fu Yi.

Fu Yi was also looking at him, his dark pupils seemed to be filled with flashes of light, which made his expression stiff, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes:

"You can eat if you want to eat. Why bother with so much? Can't I find a reason for you to post autumn fat?"

He paused, "Just thank you."

A momentary change in expression fell into the eyes of the silent one.

"Well-"

The professional instinct was aroused by the emotion that was revealed in that moment.

Subconsciously, she stared at Huai Shi's face and pupils, analyzed, started, and soon came to an astonishing conclusion, unbelievable:

"...Are you terminally ill?"

"You wish me a good order!"

Huai Shi was furious: "Back then in Xinhai, I fought side by side with Lao Fu. We are like brothers, and our friendship is as strong as steel. Uncle, I invite you to dinner, why don't you think about me!"

He exclaimed, "You don't even want to call me uncle!"

"…"

Fu Yi didn't speak, and looked strange, as if he was looking at something, suddenly grinned, and whispered like a prank: "Uncle Huaishi?"

Bang!

The water glass fell from the coughing Huai Shi's hand, rolled off the table, and shattered.

Huai Shi coughed violently, the food residue and water spurted out of the violently spasmed trachea, and was stopped by the hand covering his mouth, a mess.

In the waiter's haste to clean up and nervous look, Huai Shi waved his hand, indicating that they don't need to care.

After wiping the water off his body, he raised his head and glared at her.

"Be serious!"

Fu Yi was already lying down, hammering the table and laughing.

I almost laughed out tears.

Huai Shi could only sigh helplessly.

Do it yourself.

However, looking at that embarrassed look, Fu Yi couldn't help being slightly dazed.

Reminds me of the summer before a long time.

When she saw this face for the first time.

In the hottest time of summer, when the physical fitness test turned back and ran, I crossed the finish line to the cheers of my sisters.

I took the towel and ice water and wiped my sweat. When she turned back, she saw the open window above the music building not far away.

The figure standing behind the window.

As if in a daze, he looked at the playground with a loose gaze.

That look...

"Who is that?" Fu Yi asked the people around him.

"Huh? You said Huai Shi - he seems to be from the next class, and he doesn't show up very often. Everyone says he's not easy to get along with."

"That's it..."

As if suddenly realized, Fu Yi sighed lightly and thought about it for a long time. When he looked back, he could no longer see the figure. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

But, for some reason, I am sincerely envious.

It is different from the self who lives in the eyes of everyone, and it is also different from other people.

Standing alone in the corner, staring at everything with a smile.

It doesn't seem to matter if the beautiful and lively world excludes him.

Just focus on living for tomorrow.

Perhaps, he was attracted by those eyes, right?

But now, looking at this face that seemed completely different from the past, Fu Yi couldn't help but sigh, "It's still the same as before, Huai Shi."

"Um?"

Huai Shi scratched her face in confusion, not knowing what she was talking about, "Is this bad?"

"No, that's fine."

She smiled, bit the spoon of the sundae, thought about it, and told him:

"I like it very much."