Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby

Liu Weiwei was shocked when he helped Hua Butterfly to pounce.

She looked at the face that was almost deformed on the glass, and she felt dumbfounded.

Obviously, this stranger is not a guest in the shop.

Those who come here for dinner know that there is a transparent glass as a barrier between the lobby and the kitchen.

"Please accept me as a disciple."

"My admiration for you is like a surging river, endless..."

Liu Weiwei saw the nosebleeds left from his nostrils, and it was difficult for him to finish saying this, and the nosebleeds flowed into his mouth while speaking.

If it weren't for her to stop nausea and want to vomit now, she really wanted to take him away.

She looked at her unfinished third task, and tried to suppress the smile of her mouth, "Who are you?"

The other party finally slid down from the glass and slammed directly on the ground, saying, "The hero does not ask where I came from. If you must ask my name, please call me—have a sincere heart and want to worship you as a teacher. Zhen worked hard!"

"Huh...really...really hard?"

Before Liu Weiwei spoke, An Hao, who was next to her, had a numb expression on her face, rubbing the goose bumps on her hands.

"My master never said to accept disciples, you call it really hard, then I call it very hard!"

Huadie suddenly raised her nosebleed face, and he didn't stuff it with a tissue, "My name is Zhen, and my name is Hard Work!"

Liu Weiwei: "..."

This seemingly farce episode was quickly surrounded by customers in the store.

"Hey, isn't this Boss Zhen?"

"Huh? Really..."

"Ha, I'm going! No wonder I feel familiar with this colorful shirt."

"Isn't it? Boss Zhen, what are you doing as a coffee seller!"

Liu Weiwei blinked, and there was indeed a new coffee shop next to Happy Restaurant, but she hadn't paid much attention.

She glanced at his colorful shirt with big flowers and butterflies, "Are you the sweet...coffee shop owner next to him?"

"Sweet love!"

The butterfly on the ground just stood up, reached out to wipe off the nosebleeds, and stroked his hairstyle again, which revealed the appearance of a somewhat melancholic and beautiful man.

She has fair skin, slightly deep and slender eyes, a tall nose, and some green beard residue.

It's just that the melancholy temperament that comes with this appearance is in great contrast to his exaggerated dress and exaggerated words and deeds.

"Although I opened a cafe, I have passed the certificate of junior chef in Chinese food!" After Hua Butterfly stood up, she was half a head taller than An Hao, "28 years old this year."

An Hao rolled his eyes immediately, he might be born with the same sex, "So old..."

He murmured, causing Liu Weiwei's mouth to twitch.

Now that the interstellar medicine technology is developed, coupled with the great improvement of human genes and strong physical fitness, most people can live to two hundred years old.

This is still a great young man.

Liu Weiwei pursed her lower lip, "Why do you suddenly want to worship me as a teacher? Have you heard of Happy Restaurant before? What is your first impression of our hotel, and what changes have you made since then?"

It sounds a lot like an interview question.

But in fact, she just wanted to further confirm that this character did not meet the mission requirements of the third apprentice.

"I have always heard that the food in Happy Restaurant is delicious. People who come to me for coffee basically know Happy Restaurant. But because I want to run a coffee shop, I haven't had time to come and taste it."

Hua Butterfly said with a very annoyed expression.

"There is no take-out service in the store. I always feel it's a pity that I envy other people who can come to eat... well, I can't make it up!"

An Hao:...

Liu Weiwei said, "Have you ever said bad things about our store?"

Hua Butterfly couldn't help covering her forehead and exuding her melancholic temperament to the extreme, "If we sell lattes at a reduced price and give away American coffee for free, it is a malicious competition, then I should be regarded as doing something disrespectful to Master..."

As he talked, he covered his face with both hands. It was obviously a mature, melancholy and stylish face, but he tried to make a cute bun expression.

"Later, I also provided the service of queuing up the number for the guests...If you want to eat at the Happy Restaurant, you can come to me to place an order, buy a cup of hand-made coffee and get a queue number for the Happy Restaurant..."

"If you add this, it might be regarded as...something bad about the Happy Restaurant?...It's not smart to queue up."

Liu Weiwei did not expect that there would be such a thing.

She went online for an hour every day and didn't notice it at all.

And An Hao, who is stationed in the store every day, is also confused. He has been in the back kitchen, and he doesn't know that there is such an incredible thing as a generation line up.

"Fuck me! No wonder, how come I have someone ahead of me every day."

"Can you still do this? The coffee shop owner...Fuck, I buy coffee for a week, how can I give you money now? You will help me get my number in line next week!"

Hua Butterfly smiled bitterly, waved at everyone, turned her head and bowed solemnly to Liu Weiwei.

"I want to go to Master's door. If Master is willing to accept me and queue up for this kind of thing, I will never do it again."

The guests were disappointed.

Liu Weiwei glanced at her remaining online time, "Let me ask one last question, since you are learning to cook, why did you open a cafe instead of being a chef?"

Hua Butterfly was taken aback, and squeezed out an expression of constipation.

"Master, can I just tell you? It's a shame to say it."

Liu Weiwei took a deep look at him and opened the small door leading to the back kitchen.

Hua Butterfly suddenly jumped in, and it was really close to her ear, and a burst of rosemary perfume instantly poured into the kitchen.

He put his hands together and looked at Liu Weiwei imploringly.

"I have no money, nor have I learned enough recipes to open a restaurant..."

"I have been an interior designer for ten years and saved 10 million. After only learning five recipes, I ran out of it!"

"Master, can I give you the coffee shop as a tuition fee? I can help you with any interior design you need! Can I worship you?"

"Please!"

"In order to make my own savings, I made up my mind not to patronize any restaurant! The reason for opening a cafe is that the strong flavor of coffee beans can overwhelm the aroma of the food in all the surrounding restaurants, so I usually hide in it to design. Save money."

"Happy Restaurant, I have been coveting for a long time, but I can only ask the waiter to help people get the number. I never dare to approach, I am afraid that I smell the fragrance... I can't help but want to learn a new menu!"

"But I just watched your pk video, my God, I really want to learn that spicy soup! It makes me excited to have a complete villa design in my mind...perfect color, perfect ingredients, and The consistency is like the basement of a villa with a golden ratio, a ray of light comes in through the iron windows..."

"I sell myself!"

"I sold myself for ten years, no, a hundred years... I just want to learn this dish again..."

Hua Butterfly's nose and saliva all burst out together.

This melancholy temperament turned out to be a designer.

"Um, you wouldn't be the idiot that my mother said could have obtained the best design, but later resigned waywardly and went to learn how to cook, right?" An Hao stretched out his fingers in a dumbfounded manner.

This person once became the negative teaching material for his mother to educate her.

"If you're talking about the Clem statuette, it may be me." Hua Butterfly nodded modestly.

Liu Weiwei: "..."

Is this a genius designer who has misplaced for food?

"Master," Hua Butterfly turned her head and looked around, "The light in the lobby of this hotel is too bright, the floor tiles are too common, the height of the chandeliers is wrong, and the distance between the tables is problematic. The placement of the back kitchen is even more difficult to explain. I can help Master. Under the redesign, it is guaranteed that the turnover can be increased by more than 10%."

The corners of Liu Weiwei's mouth twitched.

An Hao, who was next to him, squeezed to the side of Liu Weiwei. "My mother said that the design genius was rare in a century. The designs he made for the commercial street before were all hard to find, but then I heard that he was tortured by good food. Gradually disappeared."

Liu Weiwei glanced at the store and said, "Okay, let's try it out for a week. If the performance is not good, we will be removed. Hua...Mr. Zhen?"

"Master~ Just tell me to work hard! I must behave well!"

"Then you start from today and help out in the store if you have time."

Liu Weiwei sighed and handed it to the big disciple An Hao to take care of her, and she went offline on time.

And Comrade An Hao, looking at the ‘negative textbook’ in front of him, felt that the other party instantly became a lot more pleasing to the eye.

Especially the other party spent 10 million, and even the courage to resign and change career, so An Hao felt the same way.

"You are older than me, but I'm your senior brother." An Hao thought. Going back and telling his mother that he can command the Clem Goldman winner, he felt excited, "Don't say I don't take care of you. On the first day, you should try the food in the restaurant and feel the master’s greatness. You can’t pay your respects to the teacher. You still don’t know anything about our restaurant."

Hua Butterfly Zhen tried to respond happily, “Then I’ll call you little brother, I can help you remodel your chef’s uniform, change the round neck into a stand-up collar, and change the single-breasted to double-breasted to make it more prominent. The handsomeness of the little brother~"

An Hao: "..."

**

After Zhang Xiaomo got off the assembly line, she kept her head down and said nothing, but finally took out the incubator that Chen Like had brought her from the space.

After sitting for a long time, she finally took out a plate.

In the center of the plate, there are piles of chubby round buns made of flour. The white buns are also sprinkled with black sesame seeds.

But with her harsh eyes, she immediately saw that the bun-shaped thing had a base that was too thick and too old.

According to her usual personality, she might not even move the chopsticks, so she shot the food.

But today is different.

Food that looks shameless, but the taste surprised her.

She learned this lesson deeply.

She bit through a small corner at the top of the bun, and even though she had been mentally prepared, she was still shocked...

Unexpectedly, the skin of this steamed bun was unexpectedly thin, even far more than the top meat buns he had ever eaten.

After taking a small bite and sucking it gently, the salty and fragrant hot soup of fresh meat slowly flows into the mouth, mixed with a little sesame fragrance, and people can't help being buried in the unremarkable buns that are deep in the delicious taste. Deeply impressed.

It's like electricity flowing in from the lips that bit the skin of the buns, the scalp numbly passes through the tip of the tongue, and through every sensitive part of the tongue, and finally slid into the throat. Some hot juice, along with the esophagus, ironed the screaming stomach and even the restless blood in the blood vessels.

She was so awkward... She was so overwhelmed by the hot juice that she couldn't even feel the slightest thought of resistance in a blink of an eye.

She looked at the label on the outside of the lunch box, fried buns?

Zhang Xiaomo's eyes widened.

The previous humiliation, unwillingness, shame, anger, and grievance all disappeared with this sip of soup.

Her heart beats extremely fast.

She couldn't help speeding up her eating...

The thin skin of the pan-fried buns was soaked in delicious gravy, and the wonderful taste far exceeded her imagination.

The bun skin, which she usually dislikes the most, is now disappearing at a rapid pace.

And when she was willing to get to the fresh meat ball inside, the pork, which she always felt greasy and not noble, kept the most tender and original taste in the wrapper of the steamed bun, which unexpectedly made people unable to stop chewing. There is a hearty dripping of fat mixed with soup in one bite.

In the end, she once despised the buns, which she thought was the biggest flaw, because they had too thick a base, and they bit off the crispy ones, mixed with the pork in the mouth, so they were greasy and chewy.

A food, even an inconspicuous bun, is like a trio in a symphony, with a sonorous force, enough to command the whole situation to the climax, and end perfectly in the mouth!

Zhang Xiaomo finally released the fist of the left hand she had been holding.

She did lose.

It's not that I lost the cooking skills, but that I lost my vision, courage, and self-righteousness.

The owner of this store is right...

The author has something to say: The third disciple is the owner of the cafe that appeared in Chapter 93 (guests who can’t be squeezed go to the next coffee shop to watch the live video of the game)...