As soon as the two people met, the owner of the private kitchen knew that the newcomer was definitely in charge.
Look at the attitude of the poor senior man towards the newcomer.
He wouldn't believe it even if he said it wasn't an elder of their family.
Look at the newcomer's magnanimity and attitude towards doing things...
Suddenly the boss became unsure.
What if you really have a good product?
When he opened his mouth, he first explained the rules here.
"If the ingredients are good, not only will I not charge you any money, but I will also add two more dishes for you to make a table for your guests."
"When you come back in the future, you don't have to bring the ingredients. You can also go to the restaurant outside and invite a few people to eat or take them. You will be treated as an old customer here."
"If there are rare things from time to time, feel free to send them here."
"If you call me by name, I will make it more delicious for you."
"I can't name you... Not only am I familiar with you... your treatment here will be upgraded to another level."
"There are those old gourmets who started with the shop, and now they have risen to the point where whenever they come, I will make a table with my own hands."
“But it’s not free and the handling fee is a little expensive.”
"But you also know that what is required for private cooking is the skill and the taste of the dishes."
"You can bring out good goods...you won't lose money."
Mai Fan nodded, he understood the reason.
It's just that this is his first time here, and he doesn't want to be too conspicuous.
For example, he would take out the ingredients and try them first.
If it can be adjusted really well...
Then he will definitely come next time.
It’s also very particular about what ingredients you choose this first time.
Mai Fan didn't use the kind of ethereal ingredients that would cause a piece to be lost every time you take it.
He cut off a large piece of the animal meat in the refrigerator that had not been eaten so far, including the bones... and handed it to the boss's hands.
After handing it over, he very kindly said to the boss: "Will you inspect the goods?"
"What is this?"
What is it, the flesh of a violent beast from the universe.
It is the product of the giant beasts that roam the interstellar space.
Products that are not from the main god space.
The product of the strongest villain in the interstellar world.
Mai Fan's visit to the market today was not for nothing. He went to the unpopular trading halls of ingredients and flowers.
What can be confirmed is that there are indeed very few interstellar products.
Even if there is, it relies on the crops produced on the planet and the animals that live on the planet itself.
But what Mai Fan brought over were creatures from the stars, free-floating, wild and violent interstellar beasts.
Mai Fan felt that even if someone went to this kind of world.
It is also difficult for them to hunt this creature by themselves.
Now it's the boss's turn to get the meat and become stunned.
He was holding this handful of meat, and his hands were stinging.
It was the energy escaping from this piece of flesh that pierced him.
He had seen a lot of energetic meat in the past, but none of them were this violent.
Rage means uncontrollability and more energy than others.
The boss, who has cooked many types of meat, weighed it and confirmed that he had never cooked this kind of food before.
This is much more advanced than what he cooked before.
It is even higher than the energy of the exotic animal meat brought back by someone who went to the world of ancient puppet fantasy theater.
And the person who can get such high-grade meat is actually a newcomer...
The last bit of contempt the boss had was gone.
All he has left now is the importance he attaches to this ingredient and his eagerness to get started.
"Do this for me?"
Isn’t this nonsense? Why should I take it out if I don’t do it for you?
Mai Fan nodded and returned: "I wonder if this is considered a special ingredient. Can I give you some side dishes?"
"How many are you sending? Can you get enough for drinks?"
When Mai Fan asked this question, he felt a bit like a delicious gourmet.
They are indeed kindred spirits.
This made the boss really happy.
He nodded desperately and said: "This kind of fine ingredients, according to my experience in running restaurants for so many years, is already top-notch ingredients."
"This piece of meat can be ranked among the top five rare ingredients in my restaurant."
"Don't get me wrong, it's not that the quality of your meat is not good."
"But there are some weird things that you haven't seen before."
"After all, what can be called food ingredients in this world is not just meat."
Mai Fan nodded to express his understanding.
There are a lot of rare things in his own tavern.
Animal meat is really not that rare.
After the explanation was clear, Mai Fan and Ah Nan were sent to a private room by someone sent by the boss.
This elegant room is not the luxurious and finely decorated one found in ordinary hotels.
It is an environment independent of the small courtyard outside, and is a suspended pavilion facing a small lake.
The pavilion is octagonal and very large.
Each private room occupies a corner, with larger private rooms and smaller single rooms.
Mai Fan and Ah Nan were moved to a smaller but more private room.
It was said to be a small room, but there were tables, chairs, and even a couch to lean on.
The free living room also has a saucer for drinking tea, a bookshelf for reading, and a desk for writing Braille.
Near the lake is the sunbathing area under the glass floor-to-ceiling windows, and over there is the dining area.
Here, at night, there are countless lanterns with bright lights floating on the lake. This brightness is enough to give you a misty feeling.
Not to mention how artistic it is.
This man had never passed this kind of seating before, and he was just stunned.
The world he went to and the way he ate were all street style.
When I suddenly entered here, I was just stunned.
How could two people sit in a place like this and wait?
The space here is large, but not many people are served.
After all, there are not many people worthy of the boss here personally cooking, so naturally no one usually comes to eat.
If there is no one to eat, there is no need to feed idle people.
So there are only two serving here.
One is responsible for serving tea and water, and the other is responsible for serving food.
As for those who serve in the kitchen, they are not allowed to come out to see people.
So Mai Fan still waited for a while before something was served on the table.
The person who served him the food came over, and Ah Nan stood up inexplicably.
His mouth was trembling and he didn't speak. He didn't dare to sit down until the food was served.
Mai Fan looked at the table and saw four very ordinary cold dishes.
Cold cucumber, preserved egg tofu, fried peanuts and a plate of mixed shredded rice.
Would Ah Nan stand up and pay tribute to such an ordinary dish?
Isn't this too exaggerated?
Who would have thought that Ah Nan would be so excited when Mai Fan's question came out.
"No, brother, do you know who was serving the food just now?"