The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Hotel kitchen.

Early in the morning, I was already busy.

On the shiny stainless steel table, there are large and sturdy vegetable piles. The Longquan kitchen knife exudes a cold light and makes a rhythmic chopping sound.

"It's worth it~!"

After you get used to it, you will find that the sound is quite comfortable.

"Old Zhang, we are almost finished cutting the potatoes. Today's portion is not enough!"

After saying that, as the last knife fell, the thin potato slices were split into two. With the flick of the kitchen knife, they fell neatly into the basin on the side. After swaying left and right, they slowly fell to the bottom of the basin.

"Then cut the rest first, and Liu Laoer will send some more later!"

The head chef wears a tall chef's hat and a snow-white chef's uniform without any trace of stains. He sits on a chair with a golden knife and stares at the people below at work. From time to time, his eyes will be behind him. Around the corner of the kitchen, a person appeared across his body.

This person is the only one in the kitchen who is not wearing a white chef's uniform. He is wearing a dark Chinese tunic suit, which makes him look so out of place.

Standing silently in the corner, he seemed to be integrated with the wall behind him. If he didn't occasionally turn his eyes, everyone would subconsciously ignore his existence.

"When~!"

The rag took away the white starch-like substance adhering to the kitchen knife, and then the blade of the knife was knocked straight on the cutting board. A large basin full of potato slices was moved under the table by the cutting hands.

The security personnel watched this scene quietly, walked over silently, squatted down and sniffed at the edge of the vegetable basin, which alerted Lao Wang who was chopping vegetables next to him.

I don’t understand what this person means.

These days, there are suddenly more of them in the kitchen, which makes the group of people working in the kitchen very awkward. After all, they are all experienced people and they are all familiar with each other.

Having outsiders watching them work on site makes them very helpless.

"What's the matter? These potato slices soaked in water can still smell the aroma of Master Shen before they were taken out of the pot?"

Qie Dun, speaking in Shanghai dialect, made a teasing tone, and then placed the washed tomatoes one by one, ready to be cut.

"Shut up, don't worry about what others do, just know what you do!"

The head chef stacked the big teapots heavily on the table, his face instantly covered with frost. His slightly reprimanding words made everyone who was busy involuntarily pause for a moment, as if they had been pressed to pause. key.

Then everyone hurriedly went about their business. They couldn't afford to offend this guy in Mao suit. What happened to Lao Wang today? He even dared to make jokes on them.

The young man who was half squatting just now ran his fingers through the basin and even took a sip. He didn't take Qie Dun's words to heart. At this time, he picked up the towel and wiped the penis. finger.

Seeing the freshly washed tomatoes on the stainless steel countertop, the young man glanced randomly among them, then picked out a round, large, orange-yellow one, and shook it in his hand, and then he said it unceremoniously. Stuffed it into his mouth.

In the underground vegetable cellar, the cats spent the whole autumn growing tomatoes. Not only were they beautiful in color, but they had been stored and ripened by themselves from the green color when they were first picked, to the color they are now like the sunset.

Juice flowed down the corners of the young man's mouth, and after biting the skin, the grit inside was visible to the naked eye.

Lao Wang looked in disbelief at how this young man, who had never affected their work before, was no longer polite at all from today on.

"Oh, I said, if you are hungry, there are still some leftover buns from last night, and they are in the refrigerator. No, Lao Zhang, give him two to cushion first. These cold foreign persimmons, don't eat them later. broken!"

He twitched his eyebrows and watched the young man eat the big foreign persimmons like a hungry wolf. The old man waved his arm towards the chef, not sure whether he was really concerned or mocking.

"Don't worry about me, just keep cutting yours!"

At the edge of the pool, after washing his mouth and hands stained with juice, the young man grinned and said, it seems that cold tomatoes are really uncomfortable to eat.

He didn't know why starting from today, he needed to taste not only the dishes but also the finished products. What this meant, people in their line of work knew clearly in their hearts.

The problem most likely lies in the letter sent yesterday. I can only say that some people are starting to feel uneasy.

Seeing that Chef Zhang was so indifferent, with his big ass still stuck to the stool, Lao Wang could only shake his head in boredom, picked up the tomatoes, and served them with a sharp kitchen knife.

However, the sound of the kitchen knife that made the whole kitchen feel extremely comfortable, the rhythm seemed to have been disrupted at this time, no longer the smooth movements before, Lao Wang, the hand holding the knife was a little unsteady. .

The head chef's ears twitched and he could tell what each of these old guys looked like after following him for so many years. Could he know if Lao Wang was acting like this because of what happened just now?

Lao Zhang didn't take this matter to heart. After all, there were outsiders around, and he had to take care of his family's face. If it were in the past, he would definitely step forward and "demonstrate" it himself.

Anyway, tomatoes are different from potatoes. When the tomatoes are out of the pot, they become a soft ball with no appearance at all. Potatoes at least have requirements for size, shape, and thickness. From these details, it brings Diners enjoy a pleasant dining environment.

This is also the motivation of the hotel's chef. If any restaurant fails to grasp the details of the dishes, he, the head chef, will make a fool of himself.

After being able to join several top restaurants in Shanghai, it is because of these real skills.

After a while, the young man standing in the corner swayed and looked a little ugly. Lao Zhang glanced at this scene inadvertently and laughed in his heart. On this cold day, he had to put cold food in his stomach, so he should not get upset. .

The young man's face was tangled together. His expression became more and more embarrassing as time went by, and his forehead was even covered in sweat.

In the end, I probably couldn't hold it anymore, so I stretched one hand against the wall and covered my stomach with the other hand.

"I'll just tell you, if you have a stomachache, go to the latrine quickly, don't disturb us!"

Lao Wang, who was cutting tomatoes, also saw this scene, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said jokingly.

"Hi~ha~!"

The young man's face gradually turned pale. He didn't know whether it was due to a stomachache or something wrong with the food just now. He persisted and finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he waved his hand.

"Call the people outside the door to come in, I'm going to the toilet!"

With his legs trembling, the young man stubbornly held on to the wall and moved step by step to the toilet outside the back kitchen door.

"Windmill, what's wrong?"

Another "man in black" who was guarding the door, Lao Zhang, called in. He saw his comrade, holding his stomach and looking in pain. He hurried over to help him and asked. His right hand had already touched his waist, and his eyes were very alert. Looking around.

"He just ate some cold persimmons and picked a big one. What's wrong? What else could be wrong? He must have a stomachache!"

Lao Wang once again put the chopped tomatoes into another basin and said calmly. Then, he placed the dishes under the table again and cleared up the light orange soup on the table.

"Mai, I'm fine. I might have a stomachache. I can do it alone!"

The young man patted the colleague who was supporting him, indicating that it was okay for him to be alone and let him continue to shoulder his work. "Don't even leave, I'll take him to the toilet!"

The young man known as Wheat was a little worried when he first came in. He looked at Lao Zhang and warned him, then he supported Comrade Fengche and walked to the toilet.

The hand placed on the right waist then hugged the windmill's waist and staggered back.

After cutting the vegetables, Lao Wang held his waist with his hands. Like everyone else, he watched the two young people leave, as if he was secretly relieved.

"Why doesn't this Liu Laoer come over? Do you want to remind me? Don't delay the cooking time. It's almost time to eat in half an hour!"

As he spoke, Lao Wang took out cigarettes from his pocket, knocked out one, and offered it to the chef first, but he waved his hand and did not take it.

"If you smoke, just go to the door and keep an eye on it. If you can't, let Manager Fang send an errand boy to Liu Laoer to ask and remind you!"

Seeing that Lao Wang seemed to be addicted to smoking, Lao Zhang did not have the slightest suspicion. Instead, he waved his hand and asked Lao Wang to go away and not let those people see him smoking in the kitchen.

"no problem!"

Lao Wang put the cigarette in his mouth, nodded, and then turned around and walked out the door without any trace.

Seeing Lao Wang standing at the door, wiping the match, Lao Zhang immediately looked away, and even muttered in his heart: "Is Lao Wang's addiction to smoking getting bigger and bigger? If this continues, it won't be a problem!"

Standing in the cold wind outside the door, Lao Wang's hands were trembling a little, and the matchstick he held in his fingers was a bit disobedient. He scratched it several times without rubbing it, and even rubbed it crookedly the last time. The shriveled wooden stick was directly broken by the fingers.

If someone comes out, they will find that his face is extremely pale, even more pale than the young man who was holding his stomach just now, and his lips are trembling up and down.

"Lao Li, I'm going to find the manager below. At this point, he probably hasn't gotten up yet!"

Lao Wang, who was carrying his back, shouted towards the back. After receiving a response, he moved with heavy steps and walked towards the iron stairs beside him.

In the hotel toilet, the young man who was squatting just now was unconscious. His belt was at his knees and he was leaning against the wall. The black pistol placed at his feet had gradually become cold after losing body temperature.

"How's the windmill~? I have to go back!"

The young man standing guard outside the toilet door looked a little impatient. He kept looking at the toilet door and then at the passage leading to the kitchen, wandering back and forth.

"Windmill~!"

Hearing no response from inside, Xiaomai immediately patted the toilet door, amplifying his voice slightly.

After hesitating for a second or two, Xiaomai immediately pushed. When he didn't push away, he stepped back and took a few steps.

A fierce kick caused the bolts and screws to fly everywhere inside the toilet.

This time the door was opened, but when he saw Windmill slumped on the edge of the pit with his hands hanging down, the little man went crazy.

This kind of thing has not happened for a long time. This generation has only received training. Even if they have various plans in their minds, they will still panic on the day when something happens.

Shivering, he touched Windmill's neck, and then Xiaomai's heart dropped to the bottom of his heart, and the look of grief in his eyes was indescribable.

At this time, there was no time to grieve for him. Xiaomai picked up the gun on the ground, turned around and ran out without hesitation.

The most important thing now is to control the kitchen and call teammates, so that justice can be found for Fengche.

With the crisp sound of the gun being loaded, Maimai's running speed reached the extreme. When he reached the door of the kitchen, he didn't even have time to brake.

"Something happened to the windmill, the building is closed!"

When he saw his colleague for the first time, Xiaomai's eyes were red. After being reminded, he immediately held a gun in both hands and entered the back kitchen, aiming at the back door.

The chefs who were bustling just now and working vigorously had never seen such a formation before. Looking at the people carrying weapons, their eyes were red and staring at everyone. Facing the dark and deep muzzles, everyone It was completely quiet.

Yaque was silent. Chef Zhang, who was sitting at the door, was the first person to see that something was wrong. He also heard the words of Xiaomai and another colleague. The lid of the tea cup in his hand fell on the table. .

Everyone was dumbfounded. You looked at me and I looked at you. They didn't dare to make unnecessary moves to attract this person's attention. They were so timid that they even closed their eyes and turned their heads slightly to the side.

"What's the matter, what happened?"

As the boss of the kitchen, Lao Zhang had no choice but to stand up and the atmosphere became extremely depressing.

"Did anyone go out just now?"

Without answering Lao Zhang's question, Xiaomai stared at everyone present, but he was obviously asking Lao Zhang.

"Let me think about it, let me think about it, Lao Wang, Lao Wang who is chopping vegetables, he went to find the manager and called Liu Laoer!"

Lao Zhang, whose mind was blank just now, immediately spoke out tremblingly and pointed in the direction of the back door.

"Didn't I say that no one is allowed to leave?"

After hearing this, Xiaomai dropped the thing in his hand, walked quickly to the back door, and looked around outside.

At this time, there will be no one there.

The sound of messy footsteps reached the kitchen from a distance from the stairs. As one after another entered, the people in the kitchen saw such a scene for the first time in their lives.

"Comrade Windmill, died!"

The choked words came out of Xiaomai's mouth. Everyone who entered the kitchen was surprisingly calm. Even the cooks who had some casual thoughts after the arrival became unusually quiet at this time.

"What did he eat?"

Captain Ge licked the corner of his mouth, and his mind instantly thought of the work content of Windmill. He picked up Lao Zhang by his collar, moved his head closer and asked.

"It was just chopped potatoes, and I also ate a tomato. I thought I had a cold stomach!"

Lao Zhang was about to cry but had no tears. He waved his hands and pointed at the vegetable basin under the desk. At this time, he felt like wiping his neck.

"Bang~!"

While everyone was still looking at the vegetable basin placed under the desk.

Outside the back door, there was a very dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

It was accompanied by a crisp sound as if a dead branch was breaking. (End of chapter)