Ark Chef Lapland

In her own opinion, it is not unpalatable, but it does not make the essential difference with the dishes she usually cooks.

The seasoning and heat are still not enough, Lapland knew that this should be the bottleneck in the legend.

You don't need to be at the level of a master, when she can clearly feel the taste, she should be at the level of an intermediate chef.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, and this one is delicious too!" Xing Xiong's eyes were wide, and his mouth was full.

"Which is better?" Lapland asked.

"...Isn't it a dish?" she answered vaguely.

Lapland knew that he didn't need to ask. This guy had been soaking in the wine jar for many years, and his sense of taste might have degraded so long that he didn't even deserve a mouse.

Xing Xiong didn't care what others thought, eating and drinking there, she was the only one in the entire tavern, so it was a pleasure.

Lapland was about to go back to the kitchen, his eyes fell on her peculiar triangular shield, and couldn't help but curiously asked, "Sister Star, do you bring it with you when you play cards?"

"Of course, the shield is there, and the shield is dead. My old bear uses it to hang clothes in the bath."

"I feel that with its strength, you die before it."

"Hahaha, indeed!" Xingxiong didn't get angry at all. He laughed at first, and then showed a bit of recollection, "This shield was originally passed on to me... it lasted longer than many generations of masters."

Lapland waited for a while, and saw that she was only drinking and didn't mean to continue. He said "slowly", and wittily returned to the kitchen to try the next batch of mushroom stuffing.

She has prepared enough raw materials and feels that she is actually a little bit worse, so she wants to work harder to get them out as soon as possible.

"Ten more glasses!" Xingxiong shouted outside again.

"Immediately!" Kui Aman responded.

"Hey, father, why are you back?" It seemed that the shield was kicked down.

"Why, listen to you, I can't come back to my store yet?"

"no no……"

Xingxiong naturally didn't dare to say, she privately hoped that the old man would stroll around more, so that Lapland had to take the position of bartender and she could drink better wine.

But when this is said, she may be rejected by her father in the future and become the first name on the blacklist.

Hey, is it easy for my old bear to drink some good wine?

Kui Aman was quite proud to see that the imposing manner of these five big and three big girls was suppressed by him, and he passed the questionnaire over and said in a low voice: "First fill in a form."

"Do you want to make any reforms in the tavern?" Xing Xiong looked at the questionnaire with a blind eye, and his wine surged, feeling that the words were crawling like tadpoles, and it was a bit disgusting.

"That's it." The old man smiled mysteriously.

"Oh...I just give you a good comment anyway, I understand."

Xingxiong completed the five multiple-choice questions in the front, and saw that most of the paper at the back turned out to be subjective questions:

What do you think is the delicious food of our new chef [Lappland]?

How does this question feel weird...

Xingxiong racked his brains and wrote: "Fragrant, large quantity, cheap..."

Then I couldn't think of it.

Kui Aman is very dissatisfied: "Leave you so much space, write more rainbow farts, you can fill it up, understand?"

Xingxiong's face was extremely ugly: "Daddy, don't make it difficult for me. I haven't passed my essay since I was a child, and I didn't write a full 140 words on Weibo!"

"Then our shop won't sell you alcohol today."

Xing Xiong bit the pen, like constipation.

Why is it so hard to drink a drink if you want to be comfortable!

Chapter 105

In the afternoon, Dali Tavern.

The busy lunch time finally passed. Lapland wanted to clean up the kitchen, but Quiaman stopped him.

"Let Little A and Little B do it. They are not hired as vases. You have to learn to combine work and rest." Quiaman taught her earnestly.

Little A and Little B are students from a nearby second-rate university. They come out to work because of a poor family background. They lost their previous job because of an ore disease, and came to Baigui Street.

But the old man always felt that these two were only temporary workers, so he didn't bother to remember the names of people, and put a code name on the scene, every time he knew who was calling.

At this moment, in the teachings of Quiaman, Lapland must have the consciousness of being the chef of the Vigorous Tavern, and only do the most technical work, not to do everything by himself.

It is better to learn to maintain your body, and to maintain your own health for the long-term revolutionary cause.

"Father, we have a one-person kitchen. Does the chef make sense?" Lapland was amused by his serious look.

"You must have a dream. Father, I plan to shut down the next few shops. When the time comes, the kitchen is not something you can do alone."

"The relationship is good, father, please be sure to cheer." Lapland's eyes lit up suddenly.

If the tavern can be turned into a big hotel, she can practice more dishes, and she has a better stage to play. That is the best thing.

"Wait and see, Dad has a clever plan."

Kui Aman responded confidently.

My daughters don't like to work hard at home, so she ran out when nothing happened. He didn't have much motivation to run this tavern. If the father and daughter were not starving, they would be fine.

But now as a daughter, this is a cooking idiot. As his level improves, he will definitely yearn for bigger hotels and better platforms to compete with those precious ingredients.

Kui Aman wants to guard his daughter for a few more days. The best way is to change the tavern into a big platform, and naturally he has the ambition to expand.

Even if you can't drive towards Longshan, you can get one more minute if you get a freshman. If you can let her stay one day longer, this is the goal of the elderly before retirement.

Disclosing his ambitions to Lapland a little bit, Quiaman blinked mysteriously: "Come on, show you some good things."

Lapland followed him to the front hall, saw the thick stack of questionnaires, turned a few pages and couldn't help but be surprised: "Everyone...like the dishes I cook?"

The paper is cheap, most of the handwriting is also very scribble, the pen is immature, I can see that it is not a person who often holds the pen, and it is dripping with vegetable soup oil.

But I can feel the sincere compliment between the lines, the affirmation of the new dishes in the Dali Pub, and the affirmation of her young chef.

The simple and unpretentious words, but especially warmed the heart.

It's me, it's so delicious!