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This sentence surprised the sous chef. Wasn't the other party's words just now a clear rejection?
However, what he didn't expect was
"If you are still willing to teach me at that time." Kashiwagi replied.
"very good!"
Rokomoko nodded, ignoring the sous chef's blank gaze, and continued, "But there is one thing I need to tell you - I'm sorry for rashly agreeing to let you help out in the kitchen. As the head chef of this restaurant, I must be responsible for the other guests and my partners.
"If you're still willing, you can stay in the kitchen and watch us cook. I can answer any questions you have. Can you accept that?"
Is that really the case?
Although Kashiwagi had thought about this situation in his mind, he still felt a little regretful when he heard Rokomoko say this.
Fortunately, the rainbow egg roll had already satisfied his little wish.
Even if I can't cook with Rokomoko right now, it's not unacceptable.
He replied: "Of course, Mr. Lokomoko."
"Thank you."
Seeing that Kashiwagi agreed, Lokomoko felt relieved and put away his smile.
"But you have to call me chef in the kitchen!"
"Yes, chef."
"Just now the sous chef evaluated your rainbow egg rolls from the perspective of taste. Now I will comment on it from the perspective of a chef."
Lokomoko raised four fingers and pressed one down every time he spoke.
"First, the separation between the juice and the jam is not detailed enough. This is not a home cooking that you can fool around with. Don't leave any residue for me!"
"Second, egg roll dyeing is a three-step process. If you only did two steps to reach the desired color, it means you added too much at a time, and the flavor won't have layers."
"Third, the omelette is overcooked because you have a bad habit of holding the pan, just like me when I first started traveling."
"Four, I told you not to change my recipes at will, even if it's just a light or heavy taste, what you think is just right is not suitable for my guests at all!"
He was like criticizing a cooking beginner. The white paper in his hand recorded in detail the different tastes of Xiaozhi and others.
These were collected by the waiters through questioning.
Kashiwagi could not refute that he really hadn't considered these things and only made it according to his own taste.
Rokomoko added, "I appreciate people who have ideas about cooking, but before that the key is to respect the guests. Remember that the guests are not your test subjects. Go to the side and watch me cook carefully."
"it is good."
Without saying a word, he took Happiny to make way for them. Fortunately, the kitchen had a spacious aisle considering the interactions between people and Pokémon.
"Happy~"
Happiny tried to squeeze to the side to avoid affecting the trainer.
Kashiwagi quickly held the guy down. The space was already very large, and if he squeezed any more, it would easily damage other things in the kitchen.
"..."
The sous chef had a strange look on his face. He didn't know how it had come to this. He grabbed his friend's sleeve and whispered, "Lokomoko! Do you really believe it?"
"Do you believe that I want to be one of the Four Heavenly Kings?"
Lokomoko turned his head calmly and asked.
The sous chef's expression was slightly exaggerated. "Of course! This is your dream! Why shouldn't I believe it? You mean he is the same as you? You are different from him!"
"Yes, we are different. He should be one step closer to his dream than me."
Lokomoko turned on the tap, cleaned his hands carefully, and said:
"At least I used to shout slogans loudly but was very confused. It was more of a motivation for myself to move forward. But his eyes were full of determination and confidence. Just based on this, he was much better than me. And I didn't have much time to learn cooking from others at the time. If I didn't need time to settle down, I would have refused even Zhimi's invitation."
The sous chef stopped talking.
But he felt that his worldview had been refreshed: a boy who claimed to be a world champion, and a chef who believed in the boy, and this chef was also his boss and good friend.
Suddenly.
Someone poked him in the lower back.
The sous chef turned around and saw a colleague calmly handing him a cell phone.
He looked down at the screen, then quickly raised his head to look at the cypress tree not far away, then looked down again to check, and took a breath.
"hiss--"
"What did he show you?"
Lokomoko glanced at the phone out of the corner of his eye, and when he couldn't see it clearly, he asked.
The sous chef looked past him and asked doubtfully, "Are you a top coordination trainer?"
"Yeah, I just got the job four days ago." Kashiwagi answered honestly.
"You're planning to win the Hoenn League Tournament? You weren't a participant in the Miare Tournament?"
"Well, after this meal I will focus on preparing for the competition."
"..."
The sous chef's face was as grim as a bitter melon.
In the page handed to me by a colleague, the media of Hoenn compared Kashiwagi to the next generation of Mikoli.
He may not have known who Mikoli was in the past, but last year when he came here to taste the glowing cuisine, his fans almost blocked Winter Avenue.
He got it.
The next generation of Mikoli.
The sous chef said nothing, but just gave Kashiwagi a thumbs up to hide the slight shame in his heart.
He is not the kind of person who will not give in until others really reach the top. The fact that he can become a top coordination trainer has already proved his talent.
What's more, Kashiwagi can also cook luminous food.
“Hahahaha! So you’re not participating in the Miare Conference, but are from another region?” Lokomoko was very happy. He said, “Don’t worry, I will definitely give you a meal you will never forget!”
After struggling for half an hour.
Lokomoko finally kicked off the celebration party.
First up is the familiar appetizer – rainbow egg rolls.
The blinding golden light was extremely bright, far brighter than that made from cypress wood.
"Happy~"
Happiny couldn't help but raise his little hands to block his sight.
So shiny!
It is enough to make people exclaim that a pound of fluorescent agent has been added.
Rokomoko nodded with satisfaction, and handed over the portion that belonged to Kashiwagi and Happiny directly, "Try it and see if it's different from yours."
"Thank you."
The latter picked up the egg roll, glanced at the Happy Egg that also picked up a piece, and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them gently.
next moment.
He covered his face.
The happy egg next to it couldn't resist the joy from the inside out, and the little wings on its shoulders moved as if it was about to fly.
Of course, it certainly can't fly.
But it's enough to show how delicious this egg roll is.
And Kashiwagi was completely immersed in the shock that the egg roll brought to him. He had experienced this feeling that could make his taste buds explode last time.
This time it's much clearer!
"Humph."
Rokomoko smiled smugly. How could he be worthy of Kashiwagi's respectful attitude from beginning to end if he didn't show off a few tricks?
Also.
He also hoped that Kashiwagi could really win the Hoenn League Tournament and not get stuck at the last step like he did before.
As a chef, Lokomoco hopes to pour his encouragement into today’s dishes.
The chefs and Pokémon in the kitchen looked at each other.
"The chef is so serious today."
"After all, he is the first person to learn how to cook with light."
“I think it might be more than that.”
"Don't worry about that. Since someone can learn how to cook glowing food, it may prove that our chances are not zero. Let's work hard!"
"Okay! Sous Chef!"
The cheers made the chefs concentrate.
The day the Miare Conference ended.
Winter Avenue, the smiling main store of Gotha Duck.
The young boys and girls tasted the delicacies that were the result of the hard work of the restaurant's chef and a group of cooks, which were considered to be their best preparations this year.
The most moved customer was Happy Egg, who ate from beginning to end and cried from beginning to end in the kitchen.
Its trainer just remained silent, taking all the feelings he tasted deep into his heart, and his consciousness followed the taste buds to a new world of food.
It's like flying with wings.
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Full of wine and food.
The crowd was preparing to disperse in front of the store.