Meow Ba

Chapter 21 Chef Robert

Yesterday afternoon, Ron had roughly surveyed the terrain of the Orange County Police Headquarters. Buildings [-] and [-] are the office buildings of the police station, Building [-] is the dormitory, Building [-] is the restaurant, and Building [-] and Building [-] are the offices of the police station. , Ron does not know what it is for the time being.

Among them, the No. [-] dormitory building and the No. [-] restaurant building are two-story buildings, and the others are six-story buildings.

"Meow~"

Lorraine's dormitory was facing the autumn sun. After eating the sandwich, Ron jumped onto the window sill, stretched his body in the bright sunlight, and then jumped down, walking along the lawn inside the bushes towards Building No. [-].

It can be seen that the lawns on both sides of the road are often built, and the height of the grass stems is not much different, like a green carpet on the ground, soft and not scratching.

Ron looked around as he walked - the office building was Building No. [-] and Building No. [-], both in the direction of the gate. Except for meals, few people would come to Building No. [-].

Even if they passed by Ron, most of them were busy with their tasks, and they were in a hurry. It was rare to notice a fat orange cat walking leisurely on the lawn by the roadside.

After walking slowly for five or six minutes, Ron finally came to the door of Building No. 6.

Compared with the hard gray-gray temperament of the other five buildings, Building No. [-] is painted orange-yellow, with large glass windows, full of warmth, and the tempered glass door of Building No. [-] is an infrared electronic sensor. Just stand where the infrared rays can shine, and the door will open with a swish.

When he was a child, Ron liked to go in and out of this kind of gate, watching the situation where the glass door hesitated to close but couldn't close it was silly. After growing up, he also learned about the structure of this kind of gate in detail, and finally understood why it was closed. To close but not to close.

The infrared electronic induction gate has eight infrared induction devices, three of which are distributed equidistantly inside and outside on both sides of the gate, and one on the top of the head from top to bottom.

Each infrared sensing device is divided into left and right two, one side emits and the other side receives. The two devices must be installed neatly and just aligned—as long as the infrared rays in any one place are blocked, so that the opposite infrared device cannot Accept it, and the tempered door will open with a swish under the control of the motor.

Of course, you can also choose to install only one infrared sensor device on the inside and outside of the gate. The disadvantage is that it is slow in response, and at the same time, it is more dangerous, and it is easy to trap children and slow-moving old people.

Walking out of the grass, Ron shook off the grass foam on his feet, jumped up three steps, and squatted in front of the tempered glass door, and then the tempered glass door swung open, revealing a strong aroma of stewed meat.

"..."

It smells like beef stew!

Standing up from a squatting position, Ron sniffed his nose and walked into the dining room soundlessly. The ground under his feet was not greasy after mixing cement with stones, and it was obvious that it was cleaned and cleaned frequently-this made Ron feel very satisfied. This restaurant is full of good feelings.

Walking through the tempered gate, the inner side is the police restaurant, where nearly ten rows of clean glass-steel conjoined tables for four are neatly arranged; The tempered glass sliding door that does not enter is connected to the four dining channels and the restaurant.

Leaping onto the glass-steel dining table, Ron could clearly see chefs busy in the kitchen through the dining aisle—the smell of stew came from the kitchen.

Then Ron shook his head and looked around the dining room - by the wall at right angles to the dining aisle, there were several large stainless steel tables with neatly stacked stainless steel dinner plates, as well as dining tools such as knives and forks. .

It is conceivable that in a few hours, hungry police officers will pour into the restaurant, line up for plates and knives and forks, and let the chef pour himself delicious beef stew.

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Concentrating on stirring the beef in the stew pot, Robert scooped up the soup from time to time and tasted it slightly—as the chef and the only chef of this police restaurant, Robert regarded this place as his own kingdom, and the spoon in his hand was His scepter, he takes every dish seriously, as if this is his Michelin restaurant.

Today's main course is beef stew, side dishes are mashed potatoes and fried meatballs, vegetables are boiled broccoli, dessert is ice cream and cherry tomatoes.

For cops in a rush, Robert has beef stew burgers and beef stew sandwiches to go.

The beef brisket has been stewed in the pot for five hours, and it has become extremely soft. The cream, mushrooms and chopped onions that were put in half an hour ago have also been perfectly blended together. Sweet and not greasy.

"There is still an hour for dinner, it's time to prepare the side dishes."

Dreaming of becoming a great chef, Robert precisely controls his cooking time.He covered the stew pot and let the meat continue to simmer. He opened the steam pot beside him and took out hundreds of steamed potatoes.

Maybe the housewife would peel the potatoes, steam them and mash them with a blender for convenience, but Robert would not.

Without the protection of the potato skin, the steamed potatoes will be invaded by the peculiar smell—even if the pot has been cleaned very cleanly, the smell of the material of the pot itself is a kind of peculiar smell.

And the potatoes should be selected in the right size, not too large or too small.

It is too big, when the outside is steamed, the inside is still raw, and when the inside is also steamed, the potatoes on the outside have been over-steamed and the taste has changed.

Potatoes that are too small cannot withstand the firepower of the pot, and water vapor is easy to invade. In the end, the mashed potatoes are as if they have been stirred with water, without any taste at all.

For the same reason as for not peeling the potatoes, Robert waited for the potatoes to cool down for a while and removed the potato skins by hand, and then used a small marble mortar to mash the potatoes one by one into mashed potatoes and served them in porcelain bowls.

These two are the least tasteful tools that Robert can find. Although one is natural and the other is artificial, they have the same effect.

Putting hundreds of bowls of mashed potatoes into a 45-degree oven to keep warm, Robert finally had time to take a break. He looked at the time, and it was 15 minutes before the police got off work—so he took off his chef's hat and pulled the shifter away. The door went to the police restaurant and wiped the sweat from his head with a tissue.

With ovens, stew pots, and steam pots, the environment in the kitchen is hot and stuffy. If it is not for the responsibility for work and the pursuit of dreams, no one can endure a whole morning in it.

And when Robert finished wiping his sweat, he found a fat orange tabby cat squatting on the fiberglass dining table in the center of the restaurant, looking at him with burning eyes.

(End of this chapter)