Ji Maosong didn't care about them, and quickly gave each little devil who came forward a spoonful of food. By the time the food trough was almost bottomed out, there were basically no new kiddies coming into the cafeteria anymore.
After almost half an hour, almost all the little devils who had finished their lunch left. Ji Maosong and the cooks in the kitchen began to clean up.
The workers are responsible for cleaning, washing vegetables, lighting fires, etc. Among the master chefs, some are responsible for chopping vegetables, while others are responsible for serving spoons.
Yes, they will start preparing for the evening meal immediately. During this period, use the leftovers and take a moment to give yourself a bite and it will be considered as eaten.
At about two o'clock in the afternoon, the kitchen door opened and Zhang Mingzu walked in.
Ji Maosong raised his head and said "Oops." It turned out that Zhang Mingzu's left cheek was slightly red and swollen. So he immediately said: "What's wrong, Lao Zhang, you...were you beaten by them?" After speaking, he lowered his voice.
The other masters also looked over and asked with concern: "Are you okay?" "How do you feel?" "If not, just rest nearby and we can finish the work."
Zhang Mingzu waved his hand, picked up a horse spoon, and took over the large stove in the middle. Then he looked carefully at the kitchen door.
Among them, the master chef who was closest to the door gently touched the vegetable picker next to him with his foot and said: "You pick vegetables over there, and look outside."
"Hey." The worker immediately moved over after hearing this. While picking vegetables, he peeked at the situation outside. After a while, he said: "There is no one here."
Seeing this, Zhang Mingzu said: "What's the name of their doctor, Kasahara... Dr. Kasahara or something like that? He's sick. I want to have a good bite today, so didn't they call me over in the morning? I went to make a small stove specifically for that doctor Kasahara."
Another master's subordinate was busy and asked: "No, just do it. What's wrong with your face?"
Ji Maosong, like everyone else, was busy and secretly listening. Zhang Mingzu's face turned a bit dark and he complained: "What else can I do? After the doctor from Kasahara ate the food he made, he said it didn't taste good and made him a little nauseous. As a result, his adjutant gave it to me directly. Stupid. Then Kasahara waved his hand, said a few ghost...their words, and then asked me to come back."
"Fuck!" A master chef cursed with the same hatred and said: "You don't like it and it doesn't taste good, but you still let us make it. If you get sick, he will die of this bastard."
"Hey. Hey!" Ji Maosong quickly waved his hand, glared at the master, and said, "Don't you lower your voice. Some of them can understand what we say."
"That's stupid." The master said, "If you think about it, he is such a coward. We, we really don't dare to scold him like that in front of my face, but behind my back, if I don't let me vent, sooner or later he will also be suffocated to death. "
While Ji Maosong was busy, he said: "Come on, Daqun'er, let's comfort Lao Zhang. You said you are anxious again. Who do you want me to comfort?"
Ji Maosong followed and looked at Zhang Mingzu again, and continued: "Well, although my craftsmanship is not better than that of the brothers, I should still be able to fool those who fooled them. If Kasahara does this again next time, I went over and cooked two dishes for him."
"Hey." Zhang Mingzu said: "Let's talk about it then. Whoever they ask us to go must go."
"No." Ji Maosong asked as if he was curious: "What disease does Kasahara have? Lao Zhang, please tell your brothers about it, so that if you are caught by them again next time to make a small stove, the brothers will have some ideas. .”
"Yes." "Yes, Lao Zhang, tell me."
Zhang Mingzu thought for a moment and said: "It seems that he caught a cold. When I first came in, I saw a wet towel on his head. He must have a fever or something. But he kept coughing. What? I don’t know the disease clearly, but it looks like fever, cold, cold, etc.”
"Oops. This disease has a bad appetite." Ji Maosong said: "You can't give him dragon meat, but it won't smell good."
Zhang Mingzu said: "Isn't it?"
Another master chef said: "Dragon meat? I think you soaked the manure for him, and it also smells bad!"
Several people shared their hatred for a while, and Zhang Mingzu's suffocated anger dissipated.
Ji Maosong knew a little more than his companions. After all, he was smart and had secretly learned to listen to the Japanese. Therefore, through ordinary conversations with Japanese soldiers and the accumulation of time, he knew that the full name of the man named Kasahara was Kojiro Kasahara.
Moreover, Kasahara Kojiro is not the big doctor they call him, but a colonel-level military medical officer from the epidemic prevention and water supply headquarters.
Ji Maosong had actually discovered something fishy about the epidemic prevention and water supply headquarters before, so now he heard that it was Kasahara Kojiro, the military medical officer, who was sick and wanted to eat well. So should I do something?
Just like that, several people were busy working until the evening again. As usual, during meal time, they came to the kitchen to prepare food for the Japanese who came to eat. Then he pushed the rest back, a few people took a bite, and then started to clean up. When the cleaning is finally done, it's almost time to get off work.
But just when the work was almost over, the Japanese lieutenant named Kamikawa Issei walked into the kitchen again. This time he directly asked: "Who of you... can cook ramen!"
Although this little devil can speak Chinese, he doesn't speak it well, it's very stiff, and it's a bit intonationless. But fortunately, several people can understand it.
Several masters were looking at each other, and before they could answer, Ji Maosong thought with a flash of lightning in his heart: "This is actually an opportunity. In addition, although Zhang Mingzu was hit this morning, in fact, it may not be too high." risks of."
Thinking of this, Ji Maosong stretched out his hand and said: "Sir, I can, but... our noodles... we can't make ramen, we need white noodles."
"Excellent." Kamikawa Yoshi nodded with satisfaction and said, "You don't have to worry about the problem in front of you. Come with me." After saying that, he turned around and walked out.
Ji Maosong and several others looked at each other again, nodded to each other, and then immediately took a few steps to follow Shangchuan Yishi.
In fact, Ji Maosong and a few companions can usually go out around the kitchen, and they have even been to places farther away...
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