The front of the kitchen.
The kitchen here is very spacious and very clean.
Lin Beiye, who saw this scene, looked at the bearded boss carefully and then said to him.
"Boss, you are very good at hygiene. No wonder you can make delicious food."
When Zhang Nongyu heard this, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said.
"In addition to being the boss, I am also the chef in the store. The kitchen is the most sacred place in my heart, so I care about the hygiene here very much."
Looking at Zhang Nongyu's expression, Lin Beiye knew that even the fox-like Mingchuan couldn't tell that he was a demon from hell, right?
Lin Beiye opened the door curtain in front of the kitchen without saying a word.
What came into his sight were the normally arranged ingredients, and the ingredients were placed like a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Vegetables are placed aside, and meat is placed aside.
A wide variety of condiments are neatly placed on the bright iron table in the middle.
However, after looking at the kitchen, Lin Beiye was touched after all, because there was a refrigerator door in the corner of the kitchen.
There is also a sealed soup bucket next to the refrigerator door in the kitchen.
An entry appeared above the soup bucket.
[Aluminum soup bucket:? ? ? 】
Lin Beiye also knew about the appearance of this entry. This was what he was looking for.
Zhang Nongyu asked impatiently when he saw Lin Beiye looking around.
"Guest, haven't you found the materials yet?"
"The materials I have here are basically laid out on the table. Did you just lie to me?"
Lin Beiye was not angry when he heard this, but smiled and said.
"As a chef, you should know your own cooking skills. Since I question your cooking skills, it means that my cooking skills are also very good."
“I didn’t come in looking for seasoning, I came in looking for soup.”
After saying that, Lin Beiye raised his hand, pointed to the soup bucket in the corner and said to Zhang Nongyu.
"The soup base in that soup bucket is the soup base you made, right?"
Zhang Nongyu bared his teeth and smiled when he heard this: "Sure enough, your cooking skills are also top-notch! Yes, that is the soup base I made. I want to know how you know?"
"A chef must have good basic skills."
"But a skilled chef, in addition to having perfect basic skills, also needs some special talents."
"Every time you make a dish, you need to have a very deep understanding of the color, aroma, taste and shape of the dish."
"Most of these talents come from touch, smell, and taste."
"Unfortunately, I am very sensitive to smelling this, so I learned that your dish lacks a specific seasoning."
After saying that, Lin Beiye walked to the kitchen where the plastic bags were placed, pulled off a plastic bag and handed it to Huang Xiaorong.
When Zhang Nongyu heard Lin Beiye's words, he began to feel a little impressed.
But he is the evil in the world, and his heart is naturally very perverted, but he still applauded Lin Beiye and said.
"I didn't expect that I would meet a chef with such unique insights. It's so great."
"I wonder what seasoning my soup is missing?"
After the words fell, Lin Beiye raised his hand, palm facing his face, and placed it in front of him.
Zhang Nongyu also became confused when he saw this scene, thinking in his heart: What does this mean? Could it be my temperament? impossible! Absolutely impossible, my cooking skills have already surpassed the existence of most people in the world.
Lin Beiye looked at Zhang Nongyu who was thinking and said to him: "Actually, I have the seasoning you need. A slap at a speed of 120 is very suitable for you."
After the words fell, only a loud bang was heard, and the burly Zhang Nongyu was unexpectedly sent flying to the kitchen shelf and fainted.
"Boy, what are you doing!" A chef in the kitchen shouted directly to Lin Beiye.
Lin Beiye saw that there was no change in the prompt box, so he pulled a plastic bag and handed it over to him.
The chef was also confused, but after he looked at the unconscious boss lying on the ground, he became angry and wanted to do something to Lin Beiye.
Lin Beiye took out a black leather notebook with the word "Public Security" on it, and the chef stopped.
This scene made Zhang Shuping and Ming Chuan frown a little.
Lin Beiye picked up the soup spoon from the iron table, then walked to the aluminum soup bucket and shouted to Mingchuan.
"Teacher Mingchuan, please come here."
After hearing this, Mingchuan walked over, and Lin Beiye also opened the soup bucket at this time.
As the spoon was in, he stirred and, as he thought, he hit the bone.
After a while, he picked up the bones. When Mingchuan looked at them, his pupils shrank!
Because he was very familiar with this bone. It was the human spine!
Seeing this, he looked at Lin Beiye and said, "Xiao Lin, was the dish just made of human flesh?"
"Teacher Mingchuan, the facts are before your eyes. If the spine of the person in the soup bucket is not evidence, then what is?"
After Huang Xiaorong heard Lin Beiye's words, her stomach turned, and she quickly opened the bag in her hand.
The sound of vomit... vomit... resounded in the kitchen, and the chef holding the bag thought of something when he heard the sound.
"Spit in the bag!" Zhang Shuping shouted directly at him.
After hearing this, the chef opened the bag and heard another sound of vomiting.
Seeing this scene, Luo Bixin looked at Zhang Nongyu lying on the ground, took out the handcuffs he had brought with him and cuffed him.
Lin Beiye walked to Huang Xiaorong's side unhurriedly, then gently patted Huang Xiaorong's back and said.
"Little bean sprouts, I told you not to eat them but you insisted on eating them. Why don't you imitate Captain Zhang?"
After hearing this, Huang Xiaorong stared at Lin Beiye fiercely!
Zhang Shuping on the side was very embarrassed, because this was the restaurant he proposed to come to. How could a normal person imagine that this restaurant uses human flesh to cook dishes?
Seeing Huang Xiaorong retching and planning to dig her throat with her fingers, Lin Beiye said to her.
"Okay, stop picking. Those plates of food you have are not made of human flesh. The ones I packed are."
Huang Xiaorong was stunned when she heard this, and then looked at Lin Beiye suspiciously, and Lin Beiye nodded towards her.
After getting the answer, Huang Xiaorong's face improved a lot, and Lin Beiye's next words broke her defense again.
"I don't know if the vegetable cutting knife has ever cut human flesh."
After the words fell, Huang Xiaorong's expression changed instantly.
Fortunately, Mingchuan said at this time: "Okay, Xiaolin, stop teasing my apprentice. Will you take care of her if she has a shadow in the future?"
"Um, Teacher Mingchuan, you are just joking. I mainly want her to be more cautious in the future."
"Xiao Huang, Zhang Nongyu is a senior chef. He has his own kitchen utensils, so the things you eat should be made by the chef who vomited with you, using normal ingredients and tools."
Huang Xiaorong heard this and looked at the chef who was retching and scratching his throat. The chef nodded crazily after being photographed by Huang Xiaorong.
Huang Xiaorong felt relieved after seeing this scene, and then looked at Lin Beiye resentfully.
After Mingchuan saw that his apprentice's condition had improved, he said to Lin Beiye: "Xiao Lin, how did you see that there was something wrong with the dishes?"
