Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 406 Food Fair

In the summer semester, the students who returned to the college were pleasantly surprised to find that the unchanging German dishes in the college cafeteria had undergone a small change. A new window replaced the once angry pork knuckle and mashed potatoes, and began to sell some simple dishes in the college. Chinese dishes.

For many students, although they can rely on a variety of takeaways to survive, the canteen of the college is always the first place for most students to eat. Because of this, the unchanging pork knuckle and mashed potatoes in the canteen are very popular among students. criticism.

After all, Kassel College recruits students from all over the world. From Italy, France, Turkey to China, every food-loving country has students studying here, and these students from the food-loving country are happy to spend more on food Some time later, a related association was even established because of this: the food club, in which, apart from discussing recipes, it was also how to persuade the school to open a new window.

However, most of the efforts of this group of students ended with Angers saying: "Then I will open a window for British cuisine." After all, no guy wants to use his tongue to challenge a legendary British chef.

After learning that the college had opened a new window, this group of gourmet lovers returned to the school ahead of time, thinking that watching the excitement was not a big deal. In the spacious cafeteria of Kassel College, they saw the legendary energy Hot man opening new window.

Uesugi Koshi.

To be honest, after the Sheqi Bajia completely disappeared, Uesugi Yue originally wanted to change the name, but in the end he gave up the plan. After so many years, Uesugi Yue should be Uesugi Yue.

It was around eleven o'clock at noon, and there were not many people in the cafeteria. Uesugi Yue put the scrambled eggs with tomatoes that he had just made into a pot. Most of the dishes he knew were home-cooked. gave him many pointers.

"Where did you say that person came from?" Zhang Yishan from Huaxia whispered to the surrounding students who were also members of the food club: "It doesn't look like a Chinese person."

Ain from France looked at the food in front of him and replied: "It seems to be a Frenchman. I greeted him in French just now. He speaks French fluently, but his words are quite old-fashioned."

As he said that, Ai En took a sip of the food in front of him: "It tastes very homely, similar to what you fried Zhang."

"I'll try it." Zhang Yishan picked up a spoon and dug out a piece of tomato scrambled eggs: "Well, it's okay, it tastes like a cafeteria, and the salt is put, which means that this person learned the northern method."

The surrounding students also picked up their spoons and chopsticks one after another, and began to taste the food brought back by You Ain. As a student of Kassel, it is an instinctive thing to find a person's identity through clues.

This is also a popular extracurricular activity for the mixed-races of the food club. Judging the status of the chef by the quality of the dishes is a good skill for this group of people. They can even tell that the chef's elbow is injured from an inconspicuous bulge on the elbow. .

"The meat is marinated with sweet pepper powder and black pepper, which is not the traditional Chinese method." Iben from Turkey skillfully picked up a piece of green pepper fried meat with chopsticks, and said vaguely: "The frying is very dry. In terms of the amount of stalls, if he wants to make a pot, his arm strength must be stronger than ordinary people."

"The material is sufficient. According to the price of the school cafeteria, it is impossible to make a profit. This is a master with a background and a lot of money." Leno from Italy said categorically, speaking a Beijing movie he learned from Caesar.

"This soup..." Zhang Yishan took a sip of the soup that came with the window. The milky white soup exudes a charming meaty fragrance: "It's delicious, but it's not made in China. Saltiness."

"The duck legs are duck confit made in French style. The taste must be the way in Paris. It's very old-fashioned."

"The time here is not well grasped, and the ingredients are not shaken, he must have never cooked a big pot, and he rarely even uses Huaxia's high-fire stove."

"Scallion fried fish plate, what an evil canteen dish, but the taste is surprisingly good."

……

After a while, the dishes in front of them were wiped out, and everyone looked at each other. Zhang Yishan knocked on the table and said to the club members in front of him: "Everyone, let's make a conclusion."

"The target has been in France for a while, but he must have never been to China. The rest of the time should be spent in the island country. Look at his posture," Iben pointed to Uesugi Koshi in the stall: "The waist is too bent. It's low, the buildings in the island countries are relatively low, this person is relatively tall, and he has been used to bending over for a long time on weekdays."

"Fish board, bone broth, char siew, it's too obvious," Leno propped his chin with his hand: "He must be selling ramen in the island country."

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes and stir-fried meat with green peppers are common. Judging from the taste, he should have learned it not long ago, even in the back kitchen. He is not used to making big pot dishes, and he doesn't know enough about Huaxia." Zhang Yishan touched Touching his chin, he concluded: "I vaguely saw a tattoo on his arm, which may be related to the underworld, and the underworld in the island country..."

"It's a mixed race."

When everyone heard Zhang Yishan's conclusion, they exchanged glances and smiled. The joy of deciphering made them very happy.

"It looks like the cook was brought back by the principal when he was rectifying the branch of the island country."

"Maybe it's a concession made to the branch of the island country. If you perform well, you can contract more windows of the academy."

"Maybe the reason for not selling ramen is because of the principal's order."

……

"You guys, are you still used to eating?"

Everyone in the food club was awakened by an angry voice. They looked up, and the stall chef with white beard and hair was standing next to them, looking at the students of the food club with a kind smile in his eyes.

Uesugi Yue greeted several people very modestly, and introduced himself: "My name is Uesugi Yue, and I will sell Chinese cuisine in the canteen from now on. What do you think of my cooking?"

Everyone exchanged glances, and they couldn't hide the joy in their eyes. Facts have proved that they guessed right.

"Come, come, grandpa, sit here." Zhang Yishan played the traditional Chinese virtue of respecting the old and caring for the young very gentlemanly, and gave up a seat to Uesugi. Yue, in the eyes of these people, is full of appetite.

"Are you Japanese-French?"

"Yes." Uesugi nodded, feeling a little startled in his heart, and then a little vigilant.

"You were selling ramen in an island country back then, right?"

"That's right, how do you know..." Uesugi clenched his hands under the table, ready to go.

"You...are a gangster..."

Clang!
Uesugi Koshi's eyes were burning with flames, and his fist made a howling wind, across Zhang Yishan's cheek, and the fist stopped at his throat: "You, are you an islander?"

"Master, I'm from Huaxia, please calm down." Zhang Yishan held down Uesugi Koshi's fist in shock. He never thought that death was only one step away from him: "What we ate, we ate."

After explaining for a long time, everyone finally convinced Uesugi that it was just an accident. Uesugi scratched his head and apologized to several people. Seeing this opportunity, everyone finally asked the question they wanted to know the most:

"How on earth did you contract this stall, the principal clearly..."

Hearing everyone's questions, Uesugi showed a thoughtful look, and then said: "This is probably when I was dueling with Angers..."

Later, there was a legend in Kassel College that if you want to contract the canteen, you have to beat the principal.

(End of this chapter)