Chapter 2197: Chef From Outer Harbor

The Chinese chef sent by the hotel has arrived.

His name is Mu Jiahua, and he is a young man in his twenties.

He has an ordinary appearance and a slightly fat body, but his face has wrinkles and vicissitudes that do not match his actual age.

He speaks a foreign Hong Kong dialect, with a smiling face, and his attitude looks even a little humble.

"Boss, how about I make two dishes first, so that you can try the taste?"

Chen Xinan nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble Master Mu!"

"Oh, I don't dare to be!" Mu Jiahua bowed quickly, then turned and walked into the kitchen.

There are ready-made ingredients in the refrigerator in the kitchen, and all kinds of kitchen utensils are very complete.

Mu Jiahua got busy after entering.

He soon came out with a tray.

Two steaming side dishes were placed on the table, and a few pairs of chopsticks and small bowls were placed next to them.

Mu Jiahua, wearing an apron, stood aside and said to Chen Xin'an and the others with a smile: "Boss, come and try it!"

"Okay! Let's go and try Master Mu's cooking!" Chen Xin'an stood up with a smile and walked to the dining table with everyone.

Luo Xiaoman picked up a pair of chopsticks, looked at the two small plates in front of him and said: "This one is shrimp, this one is..."

Mu Jiahua smiled and said: "Gu Lao Rou! I haven't made it for a long time. I wonder if it still tastes good?"

Luo Qianhe smelled it, nodded and said: "It smells very fragrant, and it must taste good!"

He picked up a piece of meat with a fork and put it in his mouth to chew a few times, and said with a strange expression:

"It tastes different from the Gu Lao Rou I ate before..."

Mu Jiahua's face turned pale, and his expression became unnatural. He stood aside and didn't dare to breathe.

Luo Qianhe swallowed the food in his mouth, nodded and said, "But it's not bad, I like this taste.

Try it and see if you can get used to it?"

Everyone also picked up their chopsticks, tasted a few bites, nodded and said, "Delicious!"

Mu Jiahua looked relieved, and asked everyone in a trembling voice, "Then bosses, can I stay?"

Chen Xinan nodded and said, "Sure! I'll trouble Master Mu for the next few days!"

Mu Jiahua said excitedly, "Great! No trouble, this is my job! I'll go make lunch for everyone now!"

Chen Xinan looked at the time and said to Mu Jiahua, "You can wait a little while, we still have friends who haven't come back yet!

Master Mu, sit down for a while, let's chat, it's not too late to do it when the time is almost right!"

Mu Jiahua nodded and said, "Okay! Then I'll clean up the room!"

Chen Xinan smiled and said, "This This is not your job! Master Mu, don't be nervous or polite.

We are all Chinese, there is no need to be so polite!

Come, sit here and take a break.

Master Mu, are you from Waigang? "

Mu Jiahua had been pressed on the sofa by Luo Xiaoman, so he was no longer polite. He shook his head and said, "My ancestral home is Qinhai, Haidong! When I was two years old, my father went to Waigang to make a living and never heard from him again.

When I was five years old, my mother took me to Waigang to find him, and finally found out that he had died a long time ago.

We couldn't come back, so we just stayed in Waigang.

In order to live there, my mother found a foreign man who lived in Waigang and got the right of residence in Waigang.

I lived in Waigang for fifteen years!"

Xiao Zhang asked strangely, "Then why did you come to the Eagle Flag Country?"

Mu Jiahua's face was a little sad, and he glanced at everyone.

Chen Xinan smiled and said, "Just chatting casually, don't talk if you don't want to talk.

Master Mu, we are fellow villagers. I am from Dongshan."

Mu Jiahua looked at Chen Xinan and said, "So you are from the provincial government, a big boss from a big place!"

Chen Xin smiled and waved his hand, and asked him, "It seems that you are more concerned about whether you can stay at noon today?"

Mu Jiahua looked gloomy, nodded and said, "I have no income anymore, and I can't even pay the rent!

If I am found wandering on the street by the Immigration Bureau, I will be sent back!"

Looking at Chen Xinan An looked puzzled, Mu Jiahua smiled bitterly and said: "Working here depends on whether the customers like what you cook.

Otherwise, you can't support yourself by just working as a kitchen handyman!"

Luo Xiaoman said dissatisfiedly: "I don't understand why you people want to beg for food outside and go abroad.

Isn't it good to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks at home?

You have to be so cheap and run out to be bullied by foreigners!"

Mu Jiahua opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but didn't say it. He just smiled awkwardly and didn't refute.

Chen Xinan glared at Luo Xiaoman and said: "Everyone has his own difficulties and his own choices. If you don't understand, don't make random comments!"

Dao Lei finished the last piece of meat and asked Mu Jiahua curiously: "The dishes you cook are not bad, why are you afraid that no one likes them?"

Luo Qianhe licked his lips and said, "Maybe you won't be used to the taste at first, but if you chew it a few more times, you'll find it's delicious!"

Mu Jiahua looked at Luo Qianhe, as if he had found a soulmate, and nodded and said:

"Yes! I grew up in Molan Street, Outer Port, where there are foreigners.

I worked at a roadside food stall when I was eight years old and learned to cook for ten years.

Later, I left my master to start my own business, and I wanted to improve the cooking method and combine Chinese cuisine with Western cooking methods and flavors.

Just like this plate of Gu Lao Rou, some ingredients commonly used in Western cuisine are also added to it, so the taste is different from what everyone has eaten before.

Only It seems that everyone is not used to it.

Everyone spitted out the first bite because they felt it was not authentic. No matter whether they were Chinese or foreigners, they were not very welcome!

But I wanted to change back to the original method, but I found that I couldn't make the original taste..."

Chen Xinan asked puzzledly: "Why don't you go to Chinatown to find an opportunity? Maybe people there like new tastes. "

Mu Jiahua's face was gloomy, he shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I've been there! They said I was a heretic and unworthy of being a chef, so they kicked me out!"

Chen Xinan nodded. With the morality of Peng Chang's gang, such a thing could be done.

The doorbell rang, and Li Niandong and Li Qi came back.

Mu Jiahua quickly stood up and said: "Boss, can I cook now?"

Chen Xinan nodded and said: "Then thank you, Master Mu!"

"It should be!" Mu Jiahua stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Li Niandong walked to the sofa and sat down. He took out a document from his bag and said to Chen Xinan:

"I got the backup from the police station, and some information given to me by my own people.

They are all about the case last night.

Mr. Chen, it's a bit weird!"

Chen Xinan opened the file bag, took a look at the file in his hand, and his face became solemn.

He flipped through the files one by one, and his expression became more and more serious.

Luo Xiaoman asked him from the side: "Old Chen, what does it say?"

Chen Xinan shook his head, took a deep breath and said: "I can't think of it!"

"What's wrong?" Everyone gathered around, full of curiosity.

Chen Xinan sighed: "I can't understand a word!"

"Damn!" Everyone raised their middle fingers together.

Chen Xinan angrily cursed: "These are all in foreign languages, what the hell do I want to read!"

Li Niandong covered his mouth and laughed: "There is no way, this is a foreign country, they can't use Chinese to record files.

Let me tell you this, the deceased last night was indeed Chinese, 30 years old.

But she was not a stowaway doing any work.

She was a serious Chinese tourist!"