During the summer semester, the students who returned to the college were pleasantly surprised to find that the unchanging German dishes in the college cafeteria had undergone a slight change. A new window replaced the once-infamous pork knuckle mashed potatoes and began to sell some simple dishes in the college.
Chinese cuisine.
For many students, although they can rely on a variety of takeaways to survive, the college’s cafeteria is always the first place for most students to eat. Because of this, the unchanging pork knuckle mashed potatoes in the cafeteria are very popular among students.
criticism.
After all, Kassel College recruits students from all over the world. From Italy, France, Turkey to China, students from every food-loving country study here, and these students from food countries are happy to spend more on food.
For some time, a related club was even established: the Food Club, which not only discussed recipes, but also how to persuade the school to open new windows.
However, most of the efforts of this group of students ended with Angers saying: "Then I will open a window for British cuisine." After all, no one wants to challenge the legendary British chef with his own tongue.
After learning that the college had opened a new window, this group of food lovers, with the idea that it was not too big a deal to watch the excitement, returned to the school collectively in advance. In the spacious cafeteria of Kassel College, they met the legendary man who could force people to eat.
Hot open new window for men.
Uesugoshi.
To be honest, after the Sheki Hachi family completely disappeared, Uesugoshi originally wanted to change his name, but in the end he gave up the plan. After so many years, Uesugoshi will be called Uesugoshi.
It was around 11 o'clock at noon, and there were not many people in the cafeteria. Uesugoshi put the freshly made tomatoes and scrambled eggs into a basin. Most of the dishes he knew were home-cooked. Fortunately, the other chefs were also from China.
Got him a lot of advice.
"Where do you think that person came from?" Zhang Yishan, who is from China, asked the surrounding students who were also members of the food club in a low voice: "He doesn't look like a Chinese."
Ain from France looked at the food in front of him and replied: "It seems to be a Frenchman. I just greeted him in French. He speaks French fluently, but his words are rather old-fashioned."
As he spoke, Ain took a bite of the food in front of him: "It tastes very homely, similar to what you copied from Zhang."
"Let me try it." Zhang Yishan picked up a spoon and dug out a piece of tomato scrambled eggs: "Well, it's not bad, it just smells like the canteen, and the salt is added, which means this person learned the northern method."
The surrounding students also picked up their spoons and chopsticks and began to taste the food brought back by You Ain. As a student in Kassel, it is instinctive to find out a person's identity through clues.
This is also an after-school activity that the mixed race members of the gourmet club love to see. Judging the status of the chef by the quality of the food is a specialty of this group of people. They can even judge that the chef's elbow is injured from an inconspicuous bulge on the elbow.
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"When the meat was marinated, bell pepper powder and black pepper were used, which is not a traditional Chinese method." Iben, who is from Turkey, skillfully picked up a piece of green pepper fried meat with chopsticks and said vaguely: "The stir-fried meat is very dry. According to the method
Considering the size of the stall, if he wants to cook it all in one pot, his arm strength must be stronger than that of ordinary people."
"The food is very sufficient. According to the prices in the school cafeteria, it is impossible to make a profit. This is an owner with a background and a lot of money." Leno, who is from Italy, said categorically while using a Beijing movie he learned from Caesar.
"This soup..." Zhang Yishan took a sip of the soup provided at the window. The milky white soup exuded a charming meat aroma: "It tastes good, but it is not the Chinese way. This is the soup base that goes with the island country's ramen, but it is reduced.
Saltiness.”
"The duck legs are confit duck made in the French way. The taste must be the way they are made in Paris. It's very old-school."
"He didn't control the time well and didn't stir up the ingredients. He must have never cooked big pot dishes, and he rarely even used China's powerful stoves."
"Fried fish plate with green onions, this is some kind of evil cafeteria dish, but it tastes surprisingly good."
…
After a while, the dishes in front of several people were wiped out. Everyone looked at each other. Zhang Yishan knocked on the table and said to the club members in front of him: "Everyone, please tell me your conclusion."
"The target has stayed in France for a while, but he has definitely never been to China. The rest of the time should be spent in the island country. Look at his posture," Iben pointed at Uesugoshi in the stall: "The waist is too bent.
It’s too low. The buildings in the island countries are relatively low. This person is relatively tall and has been used to bending down for a long time.”
"Fish plate, bone soup, barbecued pork, it's too obvious," Leno propped his chin with his hand: "He must be selling ramen in the island country."
"Fried eggs with tomatoes and fried meat with green peppers are just ordinary. Judging from the taste, he probably learned it not long ago, or even learned it in the kitchen. He is not used to cooking big pot dishes, and he doesn't know enough about China." Zhang Yishan touched.
He touched his chin and concluded: "I vaguely saw a tattoo on his arm, which may be related to the underworld, and the underworld in the island country..."
"It's a mixed race."
When everyone heard Zhang Yishan's conclusion, they exchanged glances and smiled. The joy of decrypting the information made them very happy.
"It looks like the chef was brought back by the principal when he was reorganizing the island country branch."
"Perhaps it is a concession to the island country branch. If it performs well, it can contract more windows for the college."
"Maybe it's because of the principal's order that we don't sell ramen."
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"Are you still used to eating?"
Everyone in the food club was awakened by a powerful voice. Several people looked up and saw the stall chef with white hair and beard standing next to them, looking at the students in the food club with a kind smile in his eyes.
Uesugoshi greeted several people humbly and introduced himself: "My name is Uesugoshi, and I will be selling Chinese cuisine in the cafeteria from now on. What do you think of my cooking?"
Everyone exchanged glances, with uncontrollable joy in their eyes. It turned out that they had guessed right.
"Come on, come on, grandpa, sit here." Zhang Yishan showed the traditional Chinese virtue of respecting the old and loving the young in a very gentlemanly manner and offered a seat to Uesugoshi. Everyone at the food party gathered around Uesugoshi like stars.
Yue, the eyes of these people are full of appetite.
"Are you of mixed Japanese and French descent?"
"Yes." Uesugoshi nodded, feeling slightly startled and a little wary.
"You were selling ramen in the island country back then, right?"
"That's right, how did you know..." Uesugi clenched his hands under the table, and his whole body was ready to go.
"You...are a gangster, right..."
Clang!
Uesugoshi's eyes were burning with flames, and his fist made a whistling wind, which crossed Zhang Yishan's cheek and stopped at his throat: "Are you from the island country?"
"Uncle, I am Chinese, please calm down." Zhang Yishan held down Uesugoshi's fist in shock. He never thought that death was only one step away from him: "What you eat, we eat."
After everyone explained for a long time, Uesugi finally convinced Uesugi that this was just an accident. Uesugi scratched his head and apologized to several people. Seeing this opportunity, everyone finally asked the question they wanted to know most:
"How on earth did you contract this stall? The principal clearly..."
Hearing everyone's questions, Uesugi showed a thoughtful look, and then said: "This probably started when Angers and I dueled..."
Later, there was a legend that Kassel College had to fight the principal if he wanted to contract the canteen.