As the children's impassioned recitation of "To the Sea" was completed, Shi Ke's stall was completely set up.
In the old-fashioned stone cellar oven, there are several rows of shiny black steel pipes running across it. Chains with iron hooks hang down from the steel pipes. Shi Ke hangs the marinated lamb legs on the iron hooks and brushes them with special butter.
Sauce, under the light of the charcoal fire, the lamb leg soon began to sizzle, and the rich and translucent fat slowly seeped out from the surface of the lamb leg, flowing slowly along the muscle texture of the lamb leg. The unique flavor of the lamb leg
The smell of mutton is transformed into the unique aroma of mutton under the impact of the aroma that blooms when the spices explode when exposed to fire. The special butter dissolves when heated and seeps in along the small holes that Shi Ke made on the mutton leg with a steel skewer.
Among them, the unique flavor of beef exudes a unique and complex aroma under the influence of high temperature. The oil droplets fall on the fire charcoal and ignite flickering sparks, like a joyful fire spirit.
"This leg of lamb is so delicious..." Ivan, who came to do the job, was blushing and crying, ?(?ˉ?﹃?ˉ???).
"Wipe your saliva. You are a bit promising, okay?" Shi Ke handed him the tissue with a look of disgust on his face (?ω?).
"Can I have a taste?" Ivan crunched and wiped his mouth, (?﹃?).
"It's not ready yet. What's wrong with this?" Shi Ke turned around and set up a large baking pan unique to Russia.
Bring a large marinated meat basin, spread a light layer of special butter on the hot grill pan, and put the beef steaks that have been split and marinated for flavor and hammered out with small eyes.
"Sizzling!!" The moment the beef steak came into contact with the steel grill pan, the hot temperature was just right to make the beef steak soaked in butter jump slightly. The surface of the bright red and translucent beef was slightly curled, and the cross-section of the big ribs was
The previous burst of fat seeped out due to the heat. Shi Ke took out the grinder and sprinkled in ground black pepper and hard cheese. He also took onions, garlic, chives and other garnishes from the seasoning plate.
Cut it into fine pieces and sprinkle it on top of the steak. In an instant, the heat of the flames rises into the sky with the aroma of spices and steak. Crowds of people in the square swarm in, smelling the smell.
"Oh, buy it! ..., it smells so good!" The guests looked at the beef steak on the baking pan eagerly and started to chatter.
"That's it. Yuji, Ivan, put up the signboards." Shi Ke called to Yuji and Ivan and took out the prepared signs.
19th century charity barbecue.
These words stood out on the erected signboard.
"Let's take a walk and take a look. Barbecue made in the same era as the great poet Mr. Pushkin! Does anyone want to try it? This barbecue stall is set up by Zoya Children's Welfare Home. All proceeds from this poetry festival will be used for children's welfare.
Charitable funds for the welfare home. As the chef of this event, I will do my best to let the guests enjoy world-class food while donating to charity." Shi Ke stated his purpose simply and clearly.
"It smells so good...but is it really delicious?" an old man asked.
"If you don't believe it, so many people can buy a leg of lamb and share it." Shi Ke raised his eyebrows, (?▽?)╭.
"……,Well……"
"Uncle, are you still dissatisfied with anything?"
"It's not a problem for me to buy one on its own. But, as a writer, it would be unsightly for me to gnaw a leg of lamb there. To be honest, young man, your roasted leg of lamb wouldn't look too good here.
It’s easy to sell.”
"That's it. Yuji~~ show off your skills." Shi Ke handed the leg of lamb to Yuji next to him.
Yuji put the mutton leg on the chopping board, took out a barbecue fork and a boning knife, inserted it into the mutton leg, smiled slightly, Ψ╮(?ω?)╭4, and shaved off all the meat of the mutton leg.
Take it down, cut it into slices and place them neatly on a large plate, pour on the condiments and sauces, and rub them until they are steaming.
"In this case...do you think it's elegant enough?" Shi Ke put his knife into the large tray holding the plate.
"Well...that's enough. How much is it?"
"The price is just a little higher than the normal steak price. The price tag is here. I guarantee you will feel that you have made a profit after eating it." Shi Ke took out the price tag, which was eight hundred rubles.
"It's indeed a bit expensive. But since you promised so sincerely, I'll try this leg of lamb."
"However, you still don't quite understand the nineteenth century in which Mr. Pushkin lived." Shi Ke shook his head.
"Young man, what you are saying is that I am much older than you. I am closer to the nineteenth century. How many years have I been studying it? Do I understand it better than you?" The old man was not happy.
"In that era, you were already very wealthy just by eating a leg of lamb. If you weren't a noble, how could you waste a little bit of meat, cut off the meat, and eat it in such a ceremonial way just to be polite? This kind of roasted leg of lamb
I'm afraid they will break the bones and taste the marrow. Mr. Pushkin is a great liberal poet and the founder of Russian literature. He wrote "Ode to Freedom", "To Chadayev", "Country" and other works
At that time, he had already shown that he would not pay attention to those dispensable rituals like ordinary nobles. He is a fighter who represents freedom and a strong man who speaks for the weak. I think Mr. Pushkin should be generous with his
Let’s share the leg of lamb with the farmers and fellow villagers without any pretense.”
"..." The old man touched his chin and looked at the mutton on the plate thoughtfully, "Young man, what you said is correct. Mr. Pushkin shouldn't be so particular about rituals. Otherwise, he wouldn't either.
He wrote so many great poems against serfdom. If I want to learn from him and figure out his writing ideas, I should think from such subtle points. Give me another roast leg of lamb."
"Come on, a leg of lamb is only one or two kilograms...it's a waste if you can't finish it, but it's really contrary to Mr. Pushkin's idea of frugality." Shi Ke curled his lips and played hard to get, (?ω?).
"Can I pack it up? I can take this sliced slice and heat it up before eating it." The old man still insisted on having one portion.
"Uh... Okay. Just keep it." Shi Ke took out another roasted leg of lamb from the stove, put it on a plate, poured the sauce on it, and then put the sliced lamb into a large paper lunch box.
In the box.
"Ivan, help the old man carry it over. It's a bit heavy, so don't let it go."
"You think I'm a boxer who trains for nothing? How can I not lift this much?" Ivan showed off his tendons.
"A boxer and a waiter are different, okay? Being able to hold it moveably and holding it firmly are two different things." Shi Ke smiled, (?ω?).
"Don't tell me, I actually worked as a waiter." Ivan took out the receipt from the cash register, held it in one hand and served the old man the food smoothly, "Thank you for tasting it. This is your receipt."
"This is your tip." The old man was very satisfied and gave the tip directly.
"How's it going?" Ivan took the tip and showed it off in front of the stone guest, (?ω?).
"Well... professional. Let you do odd jobs, that's right."
"..., well...I still do odd jobs."
"By the way. Give me a tip." Shi Ke extended his hand to Ivan, (?_?)╭.
"What for? I earned this! Why do I give it to you?" Ivan was suddenly shocked and held on to the money without letting go.
"Didn't you say you wanted to donate it all? Tips also count, just give it to me." Shi Ke smiled mischievously, (?ω?)╭.
"..." Ivan looked at the money in his hand, gritted his teeth, and reluctantly handed it over, (?_?)╭, "Here!! I donated it! It will be recorded on Anna's head!"
"I only have so little money and I feel so distressed. My future is worrying."
"You can't stand and talk without pain in your back. A well-fed man doesn't know a hungry man is hungry!" Ivan was so angry, (??Benefit?).
"Yeah. You're right." Shi Ke nodded.
"..., go make your lamb legs and steaks!! The guests are here! Let me get used to donating money quickly! I will become numb after seeing it too much!" Ivan said angrily, and then his face was filled with anger.
He walked towards the guests with a smile.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon." After Shi Ke finished muttering, he looked at the guests who were eager to ask for the leg of lamb, "Don't worry, don't worry! Everyone has it! Do you want to slice it?"
"No! We want the same complete roast leg of lamb as Mr. Pushkin!" The literary and artistic young people were very energetic.
"Okay!" Shi Ke started roasting the roasted leg of lamb.
Yuki took over the important task of making steaks. The steaks are also very easy to sell. The sales volume is rising visibly! Sister Valeria, who is in charge of the cashier, is very happy. These are all charity funds. According to this momentum
, I can live a comfortable life in the orphanage for several months!
"Brother Shi Ke, I want to apologize to you. I didn't treat you well yesterday, I'm sorry!" Sister Valeria suddenly walked up to Shi Ke and apologized.
"Sister, don't say that. I don't care if you get angry with me for the sake of the children! Miss Anna has already told me that you are worried about the annual poetry festival because the top ten are not being sent this time.
The turnover has decreased, the welfare home has insufficient funds, and the charity funds are insufficient. The children will have a hard time in the second half of the year, and they will look ugly because they are anxious. I know all this." Shi Ke shook the barbecue fork, (?
ω?).
"You know everything? I'm sorry. I..." Sister Valeria was embarrassed and didn't know what to do.
"You are a person who shows your emotions clearly on your face. You are very simple. The children like you very much. I can see that this is what makes you worthy of my trust. Oops... No more chatting, we have to work hard.
oh."
"Okay! Leave any heavy work to me! I don't have much else, I just have good physical strength!"
"No, no, no, you should take charge of the finances. The waiter is stupid." Shi Ke pointed at Ivan.
"Don't say that, Ivan has a good heart."
"Silly people usually have good hearts."
"Shi Ke, my tip!! Donate it for me!" Ivan came back and placed a stack of money in front of Shi Ke.
"What are you doing for me? Give it to Sister Valeria, she is in charge of the cashier, and you can also ask her for donations."
"Sister Valeria...well...I don't dare. Just hand it over for me. No more words, I'm busy!" Ivan ran away with a blushing face as soon as he put the money down.
"It's... it's like meeting your parents." Shi Ke complained.
"Here, sister. This is the tip Ivan received. He wants to donate it in the name of Anna! Sister." Shi Ke gave the tip to Sister Valeria and emphasized it specially.
"Why doesn't he come here by himself?" Sister Valeria took the money.
"Oh... I'm too stupid to meet my parents." Shi Ke sighed and smiled slightly, (?ω?).
"..., I have to agree, he is really a big fool." Sister Valeria was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Ivan, and nodded.
"Sir...please respect yourself." Miss Anna came over with an angry voice.
Shi Ke looked over and laughed angrily, (?ω?), "Hey? There are dudes teasing beautiful women in public? Have I traveled back to the 19th century? Being a policeman doesn't exist?"
Miss Anna was entangled by a handsome man in a suit, and the children around her raised their fists in solidarity.
"Who dares to touch my Anna?!" The love beast Ivan became so animalistic that he rushed to Anna's side and beat her like a door god.
The bodyguards of the two men in suits also came out, stretched out their hands to stop them, "Sir, please pay attention to your behavior. Our young master is not something you can afford to offend. My young master just wants to have dinner with this lady.
.”
"I don't care whether I can afford to offend him or not. I dare to offend anyone who touches my Anna, even if his father is the Tsar!" Ivan was furious and attacked him directly.
"Ivan! Stop talking nonsense!" Anna looked very anxious. Most likely, this guy in a suit had some background.
"..." Ivan also saw what Anna meant, stared at the man in the suit, and stopped talking actively.
"I wonder... Ivan's words are really senseless..., but I like it. Yuji, watch the stall, I'll go and have a look. There are not many people on this earth who dare to bully my friends. I want to go and see it."
See if he is the son of Bill Gates?!" Shi Ke put away his apron and walked towards Ivan.
Sister Valeria locked the money in the cash register and walked over, muttering, "Which brat didn't teach well enough to dare to mess with our welfare home? Just because you don't have money doesn't mean you don't have it."