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You need Celebi and Dialga to come and sense it in such a short time.
“Humph, humph, hahahahaha—”
Rokomoko snorted twice, then laughed heartily, took back the Gotha Duck, nodded and said, "Very good! Your ability is very good! I declare you to be my kitchen assistant today! Come in!"
He waved his hand and the waiter immediately invited everyone into the restaurant.
"Don't blame me for not warning you, little brother. The kitchen is the most sacred place in the world. If you do anything to insult it, don't blame me for losing my temper."
Lokomoko raised his arms, and someone immediately came up behind him and put on a kitchen apron for him.
A confident and domineering aura emanated from him, his shoulder-length brown hair flew up, like a male flaming lion.
"You can't just do what you want to do as my kitchen helper!"
He withdrew his gaze from the stunned Kashiwagi, clapped his hands vigorously, and said loudly: "Boys! Let's get to work!"
"Okay! Chef!"
In the semi-open kitchen, the shouts of many chefs are heart-stirring.
Chapter 592 The Chef is Going Crazy
In the semi-open kitchen.
The chefs and Pokémon who were responsible for preparing various dishes were each doing their own work. They glanced at Kashiwagi who was reading a cookbook silently, and couldn't help whispering to each other.
Are you sure this isn't a TV show about customers helping in the kitchen?
Where is the camera?
"What are you looking at like an idiot? Go do your thing!" Lokomoko was very dissatisfied with the way they were whispering to each other and doing nothing.
Although many ingredients are processed in advance, some ingredients must be processed at the time to preserve their original flavor.
The sous chef quietly walked up to Lokomoko and asked in a low voice, "Are you really going to let this brat do it? Why do I feel like this is a bit weird?"
"Don't worry, I'm watching. I won't give him the chance to mess around."
He shook his head and wiped his palms with a white towel.
After bringing Kashiwagi into the kitchen, the first thing Rokomoko did was toss him a recipe book and a list of what dishes would be prepared for dinner.
"The most important thing in the kitchen is not to change the chef's recipe at will. If you have the idea, go out and open your own shop."
He warned the other party in a serious tone.
I wanted to make him give up.
Unexpectedly, Kashiwagi was holding the recipe seriously and saw it now.
Lokomoko couldn't help but regret his rashness. The other party was obviously really planning to learn cooking, so he should have taught him in a proper teaching environment.
Not a real kitchen.
To force someone who wants to learn how to cook in is not only disrespectful to the guests, but also to the other person, and even to the entire kitchen.
Rokomoko hesitated for a few seconds and walked forward, "Um..."
boom.
Kashiwagi closed the thick cookbook and said respectfully, "Mr. Lokomoko, I have finished reading it. Your personal cookbook has benefited me a lot, and I am very grateful."
"Have you finished reading it?" Rokomoko frowned, took the recipe from him, and asked in a deep voice: "Then let me ask you, how many raw materials are there for salt-baked rose hearts? What are they?"
"Including eighteen kinds of condiments, they are rose water, low-gluten flour..."
Kashiwagi recited all the materials in one breath without missing a word.
Rokomoko asked again: "What about Blazing Sun? How much should the oil temperature be controlled within? What is the key point?"
"Within 240 degrees. The key point is the buddha fruit peel powder sprinkled in at the end."
The two of them asked and answered questions.
The chefs who were keeping an eye on them were all stunned by what they heard.
The chef probably hasn’t posted these dishes online or written them into a book yet? Did he really write them down in such a short time?
"Where did this crazy boy come from?"
Someone murmured.
The sous chef curled his lips.
This is Kashiwagi.
Rokomoko looked at him strangely, "Are you good at memorizing?"
"These dishes are all very unique to you, so it's not difficult to remember them," he replied softly.
The simulation only allowed Kashiwagi to obtain the chef's memory of cooking. In fact, the latter is not only good at cooking. From this recipe, it can be seen that the other party is no longer limited to the cooking technique of stir-frying.
Rokomoko stroked his chin and said, "How about this? Make me a portion of tonight's appetizer - the rainbow egg roll."
He was stunned for a moment, thought for a few seconds and nodded: "Okay, but I request to add a helper."
"Helper? Who do you want to ask for help?"
Lokomoko didn't expect the boy to start bargaining again, but surprisingly he didn't have much resentment.
Kashiwagi took out the Poké Ball and said, "My Pokémon."
boom!
There was a flash of white light.
"Happy~"
The appearance of Happiny left Lokomoko and others confused.
There are quite a few Pokémon that help in the kitchen, but most of them are slender or small, with human-like palms, not as fat as Happy Egg.
In their view, Pokémon like Happiny are either nurses or providers of nutritious egg raw materials.
Help in the kitchen?
Just kidding!
But the happy egg in front of him not only skillfully put on an apron for Kashiwagi, but also washed his hands and put on gloves very neatly.
"May I ask about the raw materials——"
Kashiwagi wiped the water off his hands and looked at Rokomoko and the other chefs and Pokémon.
Ding bell~
The surface of a key ring glowed faintly, and invisible telekinesis opened the freezer doors one by one, taking out the spare ingredients for the appetizers.
Rokomoko took a deep breath and glanced at the clock in the distance, "Ten minutes?"
"ten minutes."
Kashiwagi nodded.
The only food he could consistently make glowing was stir-fried food. The main cooking method for the rainbow egg roll appetizer was frying, which might not glow.
But he really wanted to let this dish shine.
After all, the rapid progress of Boscoto and the others is largely due to the luminous cuisine.
Kashiwagi had no way to repay the chef, and he didn't dare to call himself his student. He just hoped to make a dish with his own hands to express his gratitude to the chef.
If he guessed right.
A dish that glows will definitely please Lokomoko!
hall.
Everyone looked at the semi-open kitchen.
Xiaozhi's eyes sparkled with anticipation, "It will definitely be delicious!"
"Pickup!"
Pikachu nodded frantically.
They all remembered the food they had eaten at the Nibel Plateau. Given Kashiwagi's cooking skills, this restaurant must be no worse.
Hitron, Yurika and Salina were eagerly waiting. As natives of Miare City, the first two had a clear understanding of the value of Godard Duck's smile.
Sana, who had never eaten glowing food, wondered, "Why would Kashiwagi want to be a kitchen helper?"
Xiaoguang replied: "Because he is a big fan of Mr. Lokomoko! He even learned how to make glowing dishes."
As soon as she said this, the waiter next to her turned his head and covered his mouth with his hands to laugh, and only stopped laughing after the manager glared at him.
Glowing cuisine?
So many people have been taught Lokomoko's unique skills but no one has been able to learn them, and suddenly someone comes out and says he has learned them?
Xiaogang heard the laughter, but didn't pay much attention to it.
To be honest, he also wanted to help, but he was more aware of the dominance of Carlos' famous chefs in the kitchen, and if he went, he would probably just watch from the corner.
Doraba was not so calm. His house was located in Yellow Square, just across the street from "Gotha Duck's Smile". He often heard rumors that no one could inherit the glowing dishes.
Therefore, his first reaction when he heard what Xiaoguang said was disbelief. Then he remembered the information about Kashiwagi that he had just searched on the Internet, and he couldn't help but hesitate.
Could someone who could become a top coordination trainer be a liar?
Not likely.
Suddenly.
There was a noisy sound coming from the kitchen.
Everyone seemed to hear someone shouting "This is impossible", "I must be dreaming", etc., and then there was a lingering fragrance.
It seemed as if there was a hazy light shining over there.
The attention of everyone in the hall was immediately drawn over.
"Ah! Shiro must be making donuts!"
Hoopa was drooling, and couldn't wait to rush to the semi-open kitchen.