Food starts with Mapo Tofu

"Chen, get up soon. The two of us are newcomers. We have to go to the kitchen earlier today. I heard there are hundreds of chickens waiting for us to deal with."

In a daze, Chen Nian heard such a voice.

It's Chinese, but it sounds pretty bad.

There is also an indescribable stench that comes with it. Although it is faint, it is quite obvious for the old wine that has been growing inland.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a man with an exotic appearance putting on his clothes.

The clothes obviously looked like the chef's white gown, and now the other party had already dressed and was putting on a hat.

"Huh? Isn't it a poor start?" The scene in front of him made Chen Nian a little different, because in the surrounding environment, he could still wear a standard chef's uniform, at least he wouldn't be working in a small restaurant.

In other words, if you can wear chef uniforms for employees living in such conditions, it must be a restaurant that has certain requirements for the kitchen.

Now the room I am in is a little small, and the lights are a little dim. From the looks of it, four people should live in one room, but except for the obvious western face in front of me, the people on the other two beds have disappeared.

But according to the current development, my current main line should be relatively clear.

Now the situation is like the university class is about to start, the other roommates quietly left first, leaving only one with a strong relationship with him to wake him up, waiting to go to class with him.

Turning over quickly, he picked up the clothes on his bedside and began to put them on.

But just as he was getting dressed, the brief summary of the past that he should have known long ago arrived long overdue.

Vintage is now on a boat.

This is a luxury cruise ship named Platinum Star.

This time, I started a 100-day round-the-world tour from Hong Kong.

The current time is 1912.

As for the current identity of Chen Nian, it is a help cook who is wearing it, that is, Qiedun'er.

There are more than 40 other cooks on board like him.

And that's just the kitchen.

In addition, there are hundreds of waiters on each floor of the ship, the entertainment department in charge of entertainment projects, and the engine department in charge of ship operation and maintenance.

Aging is just one of the bottom employees in the kitchen.

Get dressed and a chef hat on.

"And this, don't forget."

The western face threw another gray thing.

After aging, it was discovered that it was a gray cloth belt. At the same time, information about this gray cloth belt also appeared in my mind.

Cooks on board are graded.

A helper like myself can only wear a gray tie, while the chef who is in charge of cooking on the first and second floors of the ship wears a blue tie, and of course there are more advanced ones who are in charge of cooking for the guests on the third floor. It's a red tie.

The tie worn by the head chef, who is in charge of all galley affairs on board, is gold.

Of course, the ties of the cooks are the same no matter where they are in charge of the food.

The location of the old age happened to be the middle and lower levels.

However, the people who can come to this ship are either rich or noble. At most, the middle and lower classes are the little rich and the nobles, while the upper class are celebrities from all walks of life.

Therefore, even on the first and second floors, they must not slack off in their work.

It was at this time that the voice of the recipe appeared in Chen Nian's mind after a long absence.

[The next dish will start soon: "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall"]

When I heard this dish, I was even stunned for a moment. Is this dish that I can learn at this stage?
Shouldn't cooking according to recipes be done step by step?

It's always been like this before.

Buddha Tiaoqiang is a dish with almost no upper limit, and its complexity far exceeds all the dishes I have cooked so far.

The reason why Buddha Tiaoqiang is famous is that it is complicated to make and the ingredients are expensive.

Outside, you can buy tens of dollars a cup, hundreds of dollars a cup, thousands of dollars a cup, even tens of thousands of dollars a cup, even top-quality ones. Just one abalone inside costs 10,000+.

And the more precious the ingredients, the more things to pay attention to when handling them.

However, since the recipe has given him a task, Chen Nian has the motivation to complete it.

"Thanks, Tonio." Chen Nian nodded to his roommate.

Tonio Tordi is the other party's name, but it's just that they have been used to calling each other this way in the past.

"You're welcome, Chen." Tonio smiled.

Then the two left the dormitory, and hurried towards the kitchen.

There are two kitchens on the Platinum Star. As mentioned before, the kitchens on the first and second floors are separate from the third floor.

"Chen, it's actually my dream to board this ship. I fell in love with her the first time I saw this ship. She's sexy, isn't she?"

After seeing Chen Nian nodding his head in "approval", Tonio continued.

"But when I asked, I realized that to work on this ship, you must know at least two languages, so I worked hard to learn your language, and finally boarded this ship and worked here."

Chen Nian looked at the other party, and at this moment he spoke to himself from the bottom of his heart.

But generally once this kind of topic starts, after the other party finishes talking, it's your turn.

"how about you?"

Chen Nian thought it was really on his own head: "I just want to learn how to cook. There are guests from all over the world here, and there are many things I can learn, so I am very excited."

"Oh, Chen, you are a real chef with a chef's heart, the two of us can get out of here sooner or later, at least." Tonio pointed to the gray tie around his neck, "At least this one, I must replace him with Red."

"Yes." Chen Nian nodded, with ambition in his eyes.

"That's Buddha jumping over the wall. I don't know what quality I can make in the end."

Chen Nian thought in his heart.

Soon they were in the kitchen.

Many grey-collar cooks like myself and Tonio have gathered here, but with different skin colors.

yellow skin, white skin, black skin
And Southeast Asians, Indians, etc. in between.

Just as Chen Nian was looking around inadvertently, several blue-collar chefs came over and stood in front of all of them and said.

"Today, your main job is to dispose of the chicken in front of you. This is what the distinguished guests outside will eat today. You must dispose of it all before ten o'clock, understand?"

After a chef with a Cantonese accent finished speaking, another Caucasian came out and said what he had just said in several languages.

Afterwards, everyone sparsely said they knew it in various languages.

Immediately afterwards, Tonio, who had been paying attention to the movements of those blue-collar chefs, immediately took Chen Nian's arm and squeezed through the crowd from behind to the front, closely following behind the blue-collar chefs.

"Let's go in and carry the ingredients first, so we can have more chances to show our faces." Tonio whispered.

Chen Nian nodded calmly.

Isn't it just performance, I know this very well.

In this way, he came to the door of the warehouse. The Cantonese cook who spoke first just now turned his head and nodded when he saw Tonio and Chen Nian.

"Go in and move these to the kitchen."

The two nodded immediately.

Working very hard, the two of them quickly stood out from the crowd of helpers by virtue of their memorable appearance and spirit of not fearing hardship or fatigue.

Then it's time to start processing the chicken.

Everyone gathered around a table with a mountain of chickens in front of them. They needed to dismantle the chickens and put them into the boxes behind them.

These more than 40 people were divided into ten groups, corresponding to the ten chefs here.

There are four people in Chen Nian's group.

That is, the four who lived in their room.

Apart from Tonio and Chen Nian, the remaining one is Filipino and one is Indian.

But the two seem to be getting closer.

However, when they gathered together to process the chicken, a few people opposite them suddenly looked at this side and muttered a few words.

Chattering, Chen Nian felt that the other party seemed to be coming towards him, but these people on the opposite side didn't understand a word of what Chen Nian said.

"They seem to be talking about what we did just now."

At this time, Tonio whispered from the side.

"Can you understand?" Chen Nian asked curiously.

"Well, they speak our language, and I can understand it."

"Where are you from?" Tonio's words made Chen Nian even more curious.

"It's beneficial."

"That's quite far." Chen Nian nodded.

Chen Nian ignored those people and just focused on his work.

Although it is just some basic work, sometimes you know it will work as soon as you get started.

Although Chen Nian didn't pay much attention, Tonio observed very carefully.

The old decomposed chicken is very meticulous, and the incision of each part is very neat, without muddy water at all, and every cut is just right, even after working for a whole morning, there is not a single mistake.

Coupled with the frighteningly high work efficiency, after one morning, one person almost completed the workload of two people.

After all the chicken was decomposed, Chen Nian put down the kitchen knife, moved his wrist, and turned to look at Tonio with a smile: "Your knife skills are good, at least much better than most people here. "

From the perspective of old age, Tonio's knife skills are indeed good.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move. Tonio must have come on board with craftsmanship, just like himself.

In this way, they sent the disassembled chicken to the corresponding chef.

Then they began to prepare for other tasks, such as processing onions, processing vegetables, processing mutton, beef, etc., but at this point, each of them only needs to be responsible to their corresponding chef.

Chen Nian, Tonio and those two roommates followed the Chinese chef.

"My name is Huang Su, you two are new here, but you look pretty good, have you done it before?"

Tonio nodded first, and said with some broken Chinese: "My father is a chef."

"Then why don't you follow him?" Huang Su was curious.

"Because I like this ship more than the restaurant at home. I fell in love with this ship when I first saw it. I swear I must be here." Huang Su looked at the young man suddenly He began to express his emotions, and immediately waved his hands impatiently, "Okay, needless to say the following, since you have learned it, then do it well."

Then he looked at Chen Nian again: "What about you?"

"I've worked in restaurants before."

"Cantonese restaurant?"

"Yes, Master Huang. He also has experience with Lu cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, and Huaiyang cuisine." Chen Nian nodded.

When Huang Su heard it, although he didn't think that Chen Nian knew how to cook these dishes, but at least he had seen it before, and he was hardworking and willing to do it, and his basic skills were not bad.

But among the few people, only Chen Nian and him are from the same country, so naturally they will take more care of them.

And Master Huang seems to have inherited the characteristics that many Chinese people have. Among these few helpers, he is more willing to get close to Chen Nian, so he will let Chen Nian do more things.

But soon Master Huang discovered another point.

That is, no matter what he asks Chen Nian to do, Chen Nian can do it with his own hands, and he can do it perfectly. He just wants to show off the style of a chef and has no place to show it.

After that, he could only look at Tonio.

Although Tonio is also from the same family and has good skills, there is still a certain gap compared to the old ones.

Moreover, Tonio was more exposed to their meals before, and there were still some minor problems when dealing with Chinese food.

"Is this how you cut the meat?"

"Would you know it? Let you cut a rhombus, and you cut me a circle?"

But sometimes Tonio was a little bit wronged. Obviously, what Master Huang said was 0 shape, but he was scolded after he cut it out.

In this way, with the occasional ups and downs on the sea surface, Chen Nian gradually got used to the work here amidst the smell of fresh sea water.

After just one lunch, Chen Nian was basically familiar with Master Huang's character.

Although Chen Nian knew that Master Huang might not be his ultimate goal, it was most likely related to whether he could get there.

Master Huang here is cooking authentic Cantonese dishes and some not-so-authentic Shandong dishes, but Chen Nian is watching from the side. There should be no problem with the taste of these dishes, but there are still some details. room for improvement.

It's just that he didn't say any of these.

After all, with my current status, I should talk less and do more.

But when the restaurant on Platinum Star was open and the kitchen was busy, Chen Nian took the time to look at the other chefs.

Most of them cook western food.

"Sure enough, foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures, but it is also possible that there are more foreigners on this boat." Chen Nian guessed in his heart.

But being here is also a good thing. In reality, I will soon go abroad to shoot a program. It is also good to learn more about Western food in this dream.

In this way, until the end of business at noon.

The cooks started to eat.

After eating and tidying up the kitchen, I went back to my room to rest.

But Chen Nian had been busy all morning, and when he returned home at noon, he suddenly felt a tumbling sensation in his stomach!
"Seasick!" Chen Nian immediately thought of such a word.

Then he covered his mouth and rushed out.

They didn't sleep until the afternoon when they started to prepare dishes in the kitchen again, and they didn't finish their work until very late at night.

Chen Nian vomited for a long time at night.

It didn't stop until midnight.

Chen Nian lay on the bed with a waxy complexion, listening to the sound of the waves outside and the snoring in the room and the room next door, and sighed.

"What kind of crime is this?"