"Isn't this braised pork too delicious? No, I have to control myself. I have already gained three kilograms this month. If I gain more weight, I will weigh one hundred kilograms!" A young girl looked at the bowl in front of her. There were three pieces of braised pork left in the bowl, and the rice bowl was already empty. After hesitating for a long time, he finally raised his hand: "Please bring me another bowl of rice."
“This completely subverted all my imagination about pork. Even the roasted suckling pig at Ducasse Restaurant did not bring me such a sense of surprise. It is fat but not greasy, sweet and soft, and it is so delicious! "An uncle sighed and put down the clean bowl he was licking.
Ives listened to the compliments from the guests. If he had gone to another restaurant, he might have thought that this might be the rice tray the boss was looking for. But after tasting the delicious braised pork, he only felt that their comments were superficial. Lack of strength.
Braised pork, delicious!
The black pepper steak soon arrived, and Ives, who was still immersed in the deliciousness of the braised pork, fell into the delicious trap of the black pepper steak again.
"Sure enough, he is the chef who can win the best dish at the palace banquet. He deserves the honor." After coming out of Maimi Restaurant, Ives looked back at the signboard and said with some emotion, turned around and left. That's it for lunch today. Well, he was already a little stuffed.
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The guests' high praise for the braised pork made Mag feel full of accomplishment, and he felt that the suffering he suffered in the God of Cooking training ground was nothing.
Bringing the best food to guests is indeed a happy thing.
After the business hours ended at noon, Mag wrote two missing persons notices by hand, and then went to the Food Association and the City Lord's Mansion respectively.
Soon, the missing person notice appeared on the bulletin board of the City Lord's Mansion and the food ranking list that afternoon.
The bulletin board of the City Lord's Mansion is a column that the residents of the City of Chaos usually pay close attention to. As the commercial district with the largest traffic flow in the City of Chaos, Aden Square naturally attracts a lot of attention because of the eye-catching magic bulletin board standing in the center of the square.
For a time, this missing person notice became a matter of discussion in the streets and alleys of the chaotic city. People who didn't know Maimi's Restaurant were more lamenting that the father and son had been separated for twenty-five years, but the father never gave up. That kind of obsession, while being moved, is also spreading the news.
A city-wide missing person campaign, driven by three missing person notices, was quietly going on in the city of chaos.
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The night is getting darker.
An unknown blacksmith operating in an alley in the north of the city still lit a dim oil lamp.
A hunchbacked old blacksmith took off his dirty apron, took a cotton-padded jacket from the side and wrapped it around him. He rubbed his hands and said loudly to the inside: "Hada, pack your things quickly. Master will give you a drink." Go, it’s such a cold day, you have to drink a glass of wine before you can sleep.”
"Okay." A hoarse voice responded from inside. After a jingle, a strong young man walked out of the blacksmith shop. If it weren't for the fact that his left hand was missing two fingers, his right calf was missing. Lame, this is a young man who looks quite handsome and sunny. Even though there are a few traces of charcoal on his face, he is still sunny when he smiles at the old blacksmith.
"Let's go, Master. It's cold today. You should wear more clothes." The young man known as Hada wrapped his clothes around the old blacksmith. He was only wearing a thin autumn coat.
The old blacksmith walked forward slowly and said calmly: "I won't feel warm even if I wear more clothes. I probably won't be able to survive this winter. When I leave, you have to take a good look at this shop. In my life, I will never make it." This is the only shop left for you, I can rest assured."
"Master..." Hada choked up and followed. Although he was lame, his walking was not obvious at all. His left leg moved forward and his right leg moved up quickly. If you didn't look carefully, he was not much different from ordinary people.
"Fool, why are you sad? People are bound to die. Look, the king of the Los Empire may not live to my age. Am I proud?" the old blacksmith said with a carefree smile.
"Master, you were the one who picked me up back then, gave me food to eat, and taught me how to blacksmith. You have to live a few more years before I can honor you properly..." Hada choked up.
"You were lucky enough to escape from that place back then. On my way home, I happened to see you lying at my door in the ice and snow. For such a young child, I can't watch you freeze to death like this, so So I picked you up and took you back. I have no children, but you have been here all these years, so I have a companion. You asked the doctor to save me when I got sick several times, so you don’t need to feel that you owe me anything." The old blacksmith waved his hand.
Hada shook his head and said with tears in his eyes: "It was you who taught me how to be a human being and made me live again. Those people broke my legs and cut off my fingers back then. If you hadn't taught me how to rely on myself As long as I am alive, I may still be kneeling in a corner begging, so, Master, I will never be able to repay you in this lifetime."
The old blacksmith stopped, did not look back, and said with a smile: "Silly boy, when I leave, throw away all the things in the house that should be thrown away, tidy up well, and marry Rachel, the tailor's family, back home." She has several fat sons, but she is a good girl who can live a down-to-earth life. That's all I expect from you."
Hada's lips moved, and finally he nodded and said, "Okay."
"Okay, let's stop talking and go have a drink." The old blacksmith continued to walk forward. At the entrance of the alley, there was an open-air stall that was still lit. Heat was rising from the pot, and the aroma of mutton soup separated the room. You can smell it from afar.
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After Dailan Clothing's trench coat was launched, it once again became popular in the City of Chaos. Hundreds of trench coats were sold out in one day, setting off a trend of trench coats in the aristocratic circles of the City of Chaos.
Dailan has also become the most talked about clothing store among women.
Clothing store, what a strange name.
In the past, wealthy people paid special attention to custom-made clothes. In their eyes, only poor people wore clothes that were shoddy or even ill-fitting.
But now, in order to grab a piece of blue dress, ladies and ladies no longer care about whether the size fits. Even if they can take it back and change it themselves, they are still satisfied!
Dailan Clothing's garment factory has been completely independent from the store. The factory built in the east of the city. Due to the high demand for orders, the master tailor and his apprentices have entered a state of two shifts.
Because the salary is about twice as high as customizing clothes for others, and you don’t have to look at other people’s faces, you don’t need to make repeated changes, and you don’t have to worry about orders. As long as you do your job according to the drawings and requirements, you can get a generous salary. Salaries are high, so tailor masters are highly motivated.
Benjamin was originally an old tailor in the north of the city. He naturally made little money working as a tailor for the poor.
Some time ago, an old friend recommended him to try Dailan. Because of his solid craftsmanship, he was selected, and then he came to this factory with his daughter Rachel.
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