I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

Foreign chef?

The three of them glanced at the fat white man, who looked alike in terms of size.

However, the fat man Xia Wen is not good, and he is especially easy to say skewers. The pronunciation of the word "chef" is relatively normal, which makes people a little confused. Therefore, Chen Mu couldn't help asking again to make sure: "You said you Is it a chef? Is it a cook who cooks?"

The fat white man nodded seriously: "Sister Rub, Chef Wo Su, the chef who is in love with his passion."

"Three Michelin stars?"

This time, it was Master Li's turn to be surprised: "You said you are the chef of a three-Michelin-star hotel?"

Michelin is an authoritative appraisal institution of enamel country with a long history that specializes in evaluating the catering industry. Since 1900, the founder of Michelin Tire published a guide for people to choose restaurants on the road, which was regarded as a treasure by "gourmets" and was praised as a treasure. It is the food bible of Europe, and then it began to assign stars to restaurants in the enamel country and even now the world.

Michelin’s rating of a restaurant is divided into three categories:

A good restaurant where you can only stop and have a taste.

Two stars, first-class cooking skills, provide better food and wine pairing, it is worth a detour, but the cost is not low.

Three stars, perfect and pinnacle cooking skills, it is worth a special trip, you can enjoy the superb craftsmanship and the best choice of wine, zero fault service and the extremely elegant dining environment, but it costs a lot of money.

To be the chef of a three-star restaurant is definitely the best chef abroad.

"Sister rubbing, leave the harm?"

The fat white man smiled reservedly, and a familiar taste was undoubtedly evident in this smile.

This item is pretending to be...

Chen Mu curled his lips and couldn't help but glance at Young Master Li.

It seems that people all over the world have the same pretense plot.

As a foodie, Chen Mu has naturally heard of its name, but he is not too fascinated by these things. To him, good food means good food, and bad food means bad food. It all depends on his tongue and mouth. Those who have the final say, the others said no.

After thinking about it, Chen Mu asked the fat white man: "You are such an amazing chef, why are you being chased by those people on the beach this morning?"

The fat white man said: "Lying quietly, licking the date, hurting the boy, drinking a brother and daughter Haishuo, and chrysanthemum, those benevolence have been lying down since the beginning.

Was it chased after just saying a few words to the other girl?

This seems a bit unreasonable...

Chen Mu recalled the fat man's sloppy dress this morning, probably guessed something, and summed it up with just one sentence.

But you don't need to understand this kind of thing too carefully. Anyway, things are over. Everyone meets together, drinks and brags, just forget it.

After chatting for a while, the wine on the table had come for three or four rounds. Except for Chen Mu, who didn't drink, the other three people seemed to be a little drunk.

Compared with Chen Mu and Fatty, Master Li is obviously more interested in white fat people. While toasting to the white fat people, he said: "Jack, I have been to a three-star Michelin restaurant once, but they are all in our country. The restaurant...Uh, I haven't tasted the food in the three-star Michelin restaurant yet, will you cook it for me once?"

Jack drank more than Master Li and Fatty. He was more drunk. With a big tongue, he said Xia Guo's words accurately: "Yes, anytime you can, um, tomorrow. I will make it for you tomorrow. Have a taste of cooking."

After drinking until three o'clock in the morning, the three drinking guys finally clinked a cup of "Hundred Birds Home", and completely collapsed into slime.

Foggy grass... so heavy!

People who are not drunk are easily depressed and have to clean up the mess.

Chen Mu sent people into the car one by one, and when it was the fat white man's turn, he felt he was heavier than Ma Yiwen.

He drove the three drunk cats to the hotel, first sent Li Shaoye and Ma Yiwen into the room, and then Chen Mu had to open another room and stuff the white fat man in.

He didn’t know where this product lived. He wanted to deliver this product to the person at the previous table, but the people at that table said they were not familiar with this product and didn’t know where he lived, so he just Can bring people back and settle them together.

Finally throwing the person on the bed, Chen Mu had a good foundation, and was sweaty all over by Hainan's hot and humid weather, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"Samsung Michelin...well, wait for him to get up tomorrow, and wait for him to cook me a delicious meal."

Chen Mu casually helped the fat white man pull the quilt up, turned around and closed the door, and left by himself.

in the dark

The fat white man's eyes opened suddenly, and he looked at the dark environment around him.

After groaning for a while, he finally closed his eyes again, rolled over, converted into a most comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

Back in the room, Chen Mu took a refreshing bath and got into the warm bed.

I don't know if he has stayed in the Northwest for too long. He can't accept Hainan's hot and humid weather at all, so he turned on the air conditioner in the room to the maximum and turned it on until it was a bit cold. Then he slept with a quilt, which was very comfortable.

When I got up the next day, it was already 12 noon.

Chen Mu knocked on Fatty's door, but they weren't there.

After I made a phone call to find someone, he knew they had gone to the restaurant, so he also took the elevator over.

When I came to the restaurant, I saw Shaoye Li and the fat brother and sister sitting at one of the tables, and there was also Shaoye Li’s Hainan friend.

Chen Mu glanced at the empty desktop and asked curiously: "Have you all finished eating?"

Master Li swallowed and shook his head: "It hasn't started yet."

"Ok?"

Chen Mu glanced around. It is obviously a buffet here. What are you waiting for?

The fat man said, "Sit down, Jack is preparing a big meal for us in the kitchen. It will be done in a while."

"Jack?"

Chen Mu figured out the situation a bit, and sat down. He really wanted to see how good the level of Michelin three-stars was.

After a while, the fat white man came out with a dining cart. The chefs behind came out with a smile, all with humble smiles on their faces. It seemed that they wanted to help the cart but didn't dare. Look like.

"Choose leisurely, every class is horrible, and the door is shattered."

After the fat white man pushed the dining trolley over, he first brought everyone a large plate, which looked like soup.

"Please Amnesia Xia, this is a cappuccino, kerosene and kerosene. You can only kick the bag with a ringing gong, and the tail knife is intentional.

After that, the fat white man left with the dining car again, and he seemed to be busy going to the back kitchen.

Cappuccino snail mushroom soup?

Just hearing the name is very interesting. Several people looked at the soup on the plate and then started to move the spoon.

Scooped a spoon and put it in your mouth.

Hmm... the unexpected combination of the rich aroma of straw mushrooms and the delicate milk foam makes the taste smooth and rich, which makes the taste more layered, which is really good.

No one else said anything, the white-eyed girl couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ah, it's so delicious, this kind of taste...I haven't tried it."

Chen Mu thought for a while and asked, "Yili, do you like it?"

The white-eyed girl nodded: "I like it."

"Want to learn?"

"Hmm...think."

Chen Mu smiled and glanced at the back chef. It was enough for this person to teach Yili to cook western food.