Star Wars: The Silver Pledge

Sean followed him to the door of the warehouse where the ingredients were stored.

While inputting the password to open the door nimbly, the Latron gave the interview question: "Now, I will give you 20 minutes to make a dessert that can be served on the president's table."

The next moment, the warehouse door slowly opened, and I saw a huge underground space, which was divided into dozens of small spaces by glass windows. Each space was filled with enough food for hundreds of people for a year. In the position, there is a display table more than ten meters long. There are all kinds of dazzling ingredients and seasonings on the table, most of which are luxury brands imported from developed planets. The brand of Coruscant is especially many.

Sean froze for a moment, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Rough calculations, if the exhibits on the long table are used as raw materials, there are at least a hundred kinds of desserts that can be obtained, some of which are taught by the master to the chef of a high-end restaurant in Coruscant, such as Trull Hazelnut Soufflé with golden truffles, Latour chocolate coffee with tiramisu, although my skills are still immature, but if it is just an interview question, it is not difficult to deal with it.

The only question is, is it enough to just tackle errands?

While Sean was thinking, the Latron sneered and said, "Stop talking? Don't tell me you can't even recognize the ingredients, but for poor people like you who live in the lower city, these high-quality goods are probably not easy to identify , that Mithrol man recognized half of it at the beginning, or if you recognize two-thirds of the materials on this table, I will consider you a pass?"

Sean turned a deaf ear to this and was still immersed in observation and thinking.

He didn't pay attention to the ridicule of the Latron people at all. He could recognize all the high-end goods on the table when he was 6 years old. After all, he can be regarded as half a native of Coruscant, and he has also learned cooking skills. This kind of food exhibition showing off Coruscant's characteristics is really ridiculous.

The problem is, perhaps because he is too familiar with the luxury ingredients in these core areas, he sees other problems on the table instead.

Do you want to take advantage of it?

This is an unplanned option, and even the master didn't mention it, but it has to be said that it is worth trying.

While Sean weighed the pros and cons, Chef Marino's face was filled with impatience.

Is the title too difficult for this downtown poor man?

Of course it will be difficult! He is the only head chef in the entire manor kitchen who can recognize all the ingredients, and no more than five chefs can recognize two-thirds of the ingredients.

After all, this is the proud collection of President Jamie Brason, and it can be called a small exposition of the top ingredients of the Galactic Republic! To collect all kinds of top ingredients that are well-known in the galaxy on a remote planet like Bergamore is far from being as easy as it is on Coruscant!

Many rare ingredients can only be obtained through extremely special channels... For most commoners, more than half of the items on this table only exist in legends.

Of course, Marino didn't expect this young downtown slum to complete the interview questions. He just wanted to see the helpless expression on the other side's face when faced with difficult problems. As for whether to show mercy and accept him as his subordinate to replace the cunning and lazy Mithroel, or simply drive out of the manor and let the Mandalorian clean it up, it depends on the performance of this human being.

Kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, using the little credit you have to pay for your life? or……

But this human being chose to take his time and stay silent on the spot!

What Marino wanted to see was not such a performance. After ten minutes passed, he was already impetuous, and he sentenced this young human being to death in his heart.

Let the Mandalorian clear the place.

However, at this moment, Sean finally made a decision, and he clapped his hands violently.

"I see!"

Marino was so frightened that he almost dropped his chef's hat: "What do you want to do!?"

Sean pointed to the long table: "First of all, the gold pot on the far left is the premium Bansa grease from Coruscant [Fat Beauty Group]."

"Huh?" Marino was taken aback, this kid actually recognized [Fat Beauty Group]? !

"Although judging from the outer packaging, it is indeed a high-quality product imported from Coruscant, but in fact, it is an out-and-out counterfeit product!"

"Mountain, Shanzhai..." Marino was out of breath for a while, only feeling a golden star popping up in front of his eyes, "What nonsense are you talking about!?"

"Leaving aside that there is at least 10% difference between the aroma of the oil and the genuine one, the outer packaging alone is completely unqualified! The genuine packaging will add a highly accurate three-dimensional anti-counterfeiting engraving on the metal can, and the accuracy of this can's anti-counterfeiting engraving is completely But pass! The gap can be seen with the naked eye!"

Marino opened his naked eyes wide, but felt that there was nothing wrong with it no matter what. He paid a high price to ask a forgery expert to make a mold for the imitation. There should be no flaws...

"The second is the olive oil also from [Fat Beauty Group]. The difference from the genuine version can be clearly seen from the bottom sediment, and there is at least a 3% deviation in density."

Sean made a "trivial" gesture with two fingers, and said, "The outer packaging also has the problem of insufficient precision of the anti-counterfeiting marks. Overall, the ingredients marked with the [Fat Beauty Group] trademark on this long table Among them, more than two-thirds of the counterfeit products can be identified with the naked eye."

Marino struggled and said, "It's nonsense!"

Xiao En thought to himself, a considerable part of it is indeed nonsense, but can you tell it apart?

The mouth is righteous: "It is true that there is a possibility of misjudgment based on naked eye observation, but the most critical problem is that up to now, the high-end ingredients of [Fat Beauty Group] have never been directly distributed to the planet Baigamore and its surrounding star areas. It has been exported, and the local ingredient agent [Opera Trade] is the only supplier of related ingredients. I investigated this company before applying for the position..."

"Are you sick?! Investigate what the trading company is doing!?"

"I found that there are obvious loopholes in their public financial statements, and there are also problems with the sales authorization letter obtained from [Zhimei Group], so I sent a letter to the sales of [Zhimei Group] to verify ..."

"That's enough! From today onwards, you will take over from the Mithrowers and make desserts for the President."

"I boldly speculate that all the [Fat Beauty Group] ingredients on the table are counterfeit products. Similar problems also exist in [Galaxy Choice] brand vegetables and fruits, and [Flying Shuttle] brand campaign seasoning. And The above ingredients, without exception, are products imported by [Opera Trade], and the total amount accounts for about half of the long table."

"Your salary is twice that of the people of Mithroel, so that's enough!"

"In fact, counterfeit ingredients not only have financial problems, not to mention the difference in taste from genuine ones, because of limitations in craftsmanship and raw materials, in terms of food safety..."

"That's enough, enough, shut up!" Latron grabbed Sean's collar angrily, "I admit that you have the ability, as long as you keep your mouth shut from now on, you will be the new sous chef in the kitchen , Do you understand!?"

Xiao En smiled and nodded, but he was quite depressed: in fact, the food safety issue was the focus of his preliminary research, but he was interrupted before he could discuss it. Quite uncomfortable.

Marino touched his heart that was almost jumping out of his chest with the two palms on the left side of his body, panting: "There is something wrong, brat, it's no wonder that the Mithrol man is folded in your hand... But don't get too complacent morning."

"In this manor, everything is actually seen by the president, but I can still sit as the chef for ten years! And I can gain the trust of the president because I have been serving him for ten years. Serving the most extreme food, so as long as you dare to make the slightest mistake in the back kitchen, I will immediately throw you to feed the president's Bergamoor two-headed dog!"

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When Sean finished washing in the bathroom, put on the chef's pure white uniform and walked into the back kitchen, he felt his eyes light up.

It was the same as the information showed: on this remote and backward planet, he actually saw the kitchen of a high-end restaurant that was no less than the capital of the Republic, Coruscant! Although almost half of all kinds of high-end kitchen utensils are counterfeit products, they are all complete. Here, a mature chef team can complete hundreds of high-end dishes.

And the busy chef team in the kitchen is more than mature!

The head chef is a Latron with four arms, and the assistant chef is a shining silver etiquette robot. From the unique inscription on the chest, it is not difficult to judge that it is produced in the high-end customized production line of Interstellar Cyber. The cost will definitely not be lower than five thousand credits.

The person in charge of the meat table is a red-skinned De Wallonian. When he pats the steak with both hands, he can shake the entire back kitchen slightly. The person in charge of the vegetables is a gentle Gungan. Not deformed by the trembling underfoot-except for the rhythm is too slow, almost impeccable.

In addition, Sean also saw a Bisman who was concentrating on arranging dishes...

In this mere kitchen, Sean actually saw a small galactic race show!

However, before he savored this unique fusion culture, Marino hurried over to arrange the task and said: "The President doesn't seem to be in a good mood, you'd better make a dessert that surprises him , he usually likes desserts the most, and before, only the Mithrol people made the president laugh by relying on the secret recipe he got on the planet Kashyyyk."

Sean smiled, Kashik cake? The so-called secret recipe that the Mithrol people drank until the third fragment was finally willing to explain. In fact, it has nothing to do with the planet Kashyyyk. It is essentially a miniature seven-layer cake made with some ingredients from the planet Kashyyyk. It looks like a large forest with a unique ecological structure. Reluctantly speaking, it can be regarded as ingenuity, but it is still a trick in essence. In order to confirm the authenticity, Sean listened to the drunken Mithrol man repeat the story seven times before finally confirming that it was correct.