This also resulted in dinner time being much later than usual.
Conan and his three companions had no intention of hiding. They just wanted to observe the kitchen environment first. Now that they were discovered by the other party, they walked straight in.
Even though four strangers came into the kitchen, the three chefs did not put down their work. Only after the grilled salmon came out of the pan did the short, dark and fat chef standing in front of the frying pan take off his apron and come to Conan and the other three:
"I just heard Mr. Chengzhi say that you guys want to eat steak, right? Wait a moment, the steak is thawing."
Conan and the other three saw the steak rotating in the microwave. Soon, with a "ding" sound, the steak was thawed.
The short and fat chef opened the microwave, took out the steak and put it on the table, then took out a frying pan from the cabinet, put it on a slowly burning charcoal stove in the corner, rolled up his sleeves, and seemed to be preparing to start frying the steak.
“Why a charcoal stove?”
Kidd said strangely:
"Isn't there a gas stove next to it?"
"Haha, good ingredients should be used with good tools!"
The short fat chef smiled and said:
"Charcoal is a slow fire. The fire on the gas stove is too big and it's hard to control the heat. For delicate high-grade wagyu like this, of course we have to cook it slowly!"
"Will the steak taste better if fried this way?"
"Of course, and it tastes more tender!"
The short and fat chef gave a thumbs up, looking somewhat smug.
Since it tasted better, Kid had no problem with it, and followed the chef with anticipation, watching his every move.
The main reason is that I’m afraid someone will secretly poison me.
You can watch the whole process from beginning to end, so you can eat with more peace of mind!
The fire of the charcoal stove was not as strong as that of the gas stove, so the pot heated up very slowly. However, the chef was very patient and waited for two minutes before throwing a piece of butter into the pot, melting the butter with gradually increasing temperature. During this time, Kidd seemed to be able to smell the sweet and greasy aroma of the butter.
Kidd was captivated by the charm of the steak, but Conan and the other two were not idle either. They walked up to the chef named Ryuji who was arranging the dishes, and asked while observing his movements:
"Uncle, I just heard you call Long Er and he called Long San outside the door. Are you a family?"
"Yes, we are the three brothers of the Nimura family! Brothers from the same father and mother! There is a full 7 years difference in age between us!"
Ryuji glanced at Conan, showing off his round and plump belly, and said with a smile:
"You can probably tell from our body shapes that the three of us brothers are all fat. It's just that our eldest brother had nothing to eat when he was young and was malnourished, which resulted in him not growing tall..."
The so-called eldest brother naturally refers to the short, dark-faced chef. He looks quite old, at least 50 years old, with gray hair, completely different from his two younger brothers who have thick black hair.
Going back 50 years, the war had just ended. Except for the United States, the economies of all countries were in depression and everything was in ruins. Countless people starved to death. In Japan at that time, American soldiers could sleep with women with just a piece of chocolate.
Later, the economic situation improved and food became available, but the short stature caused by malnutrition in childhood could not be reversed.
"Our parents died early, and we relied on our eldest brother to make a living. At that time, we envied the chefs in the restaurant the most because they could eat whatever they wanted. Aren't the dishes that the big shots eat made by them?"
Long Er smiled helplessly:
“So being a chef is our dream. Isn’t it a little ridiculous when you think about it now?”
“Not funny.”
Conan shook his head.
“If there were no chefs, there would be no culinary world, and there wouldn’t be so many delicious dishes. The life we enjoy is the benefit brought by the flourishing of all walks of life!”
Conan conquered Ryuji with just one sentence, making the other party smile.
Hattori Heiji, who was standing next to him, just looked at it and shook his head.
If Conan could spend 10% of his emotional intelligence on love, why would he be a single dog?
pity....
All emotional intelligence is given to the suspect.
While Conan was talking to Ryuji, Sera Masumi kept staring at the beef on the table.
"What are you looking at?"
Hattori Heiji noticed her abnormality:
“Is there anything weird about beef?”
"...The beef seems to have become more colorful than when it was first taken out."
Sera Masamune hesitated and said:
"If you don't believe me, check it out for yourself."
Hattori Heiji turned his head and saw that the high-quality Wagyu beef on the table was bright and juicy under the fluorescent light, just like a rose blooming in late spring and early summer, so bright red that it seemed as if it had just been cut from the cow.
When I first took the beef out of the microwave, it looked a little black, which is normal after thawing. It can turn red....
What's going on?
Could it be that steak can have a resurgence?
Before Sera Masumi could figure out what was going on, the steak was taken away by the short and fat chef and put into the pan to be fried.
The steak made a sizzling sound when it came into contact with the hot butter, and the range hood was working at full capacity, the roar making people dizzy.
A few minutes later, the steak was fried under Kidd's watchful eyes, sprinkled with black pepper juice, and the fennel on it was removed. With a light cut of a knife, the steak was separated in the middle. The juice that flowed out was bright and red, and it was as tender as the carcass of a young girl that had just matured.
“Hehehe….”
Kidd forked up a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth impatiently. He quickly closed his mouth as if he was afraid that the aroma would escape. Then he closed his eyes, chewed a few times and swallowed it, revealing a satisfied expression:
“The best in the world, the most delicious food…”
"Haha, you're really good at talking, brother. Just eat! If it's not enough, I'll fry more for you!"
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