Chapter 38 Double Happiness
The connections that Boss Wan had were introduced by Lin Sen. When Lin Sen was the chef for the Star Lord's dinner, he often chose the ingredients from the Wan family. The chef who was in charge of checking the ingredients for the dinner also knew Boss Wan. Boss Wan was honest in doing business, handled things properly, and gave generous gifts. Even after Lin Sen fell ill and passed away, he did not break off this relationship and still did some business there from time to time.
One of the crab roe sauces given away a few days ago was given to this chef.
The second-rate chef that the club invited back only had a few specialties, and they kept repeating the same dishes, so the star master and the regular guests were already tired of them. Jiufang Kuang was leaving soon, so there was no need to mobilize a large force to invite a new star chef, so he asked his men to look for the first-rate chefs in the base and have them take turns to cook a few of their specialties.
Because the crab roe sauce was novel and delicious, Boss Wan went to deliver the goods this morning. While unloading the goods and chatting, the chef asked who made the food and whether there were any specialties that could be served at the dinner.
Boss Wan has eaten a lot of dishes cooked by Qi Huan these days, and the taste is definitely fine, but he is not sure whether there are any "main dishes" suitable for occasions such as dinner parties, so he didn't dare to be too firm, and only said that he would come back to ask and then give them news.
"Uncle Wan, don't worry. We have plenty of dishes suitable for the dinner party." Qi Huan patted his chest confidently. As long as the money was in place, he could give them all the recipes in his mind.
"Then I'll write back right away. I may need to go to your restaurant to try the dishes. Can you arrange that?" Boss Wan was cautious. After all, Qi Huan hadn't gotten his chef certificate yet, so he needed the other party to guarantee him in front of the Star Lord. Instead of saying a thousand nice things, it would be better for him to let the chef taste it himself.
"Of course I can. Uncle Wan, if this is successful, I will give you a commission." Making money is a happy thing. Being able to earn money from the Star Lord doubles the happiness!
"That's not necessary. It was all thanks to your father that I was able to get this connection. If it really works out, you should work hard and make Uncle Wan proud." Boss Wan patted Qi Huan's arm. There must be a cause for every effect. Lin Sen was kind enough to introduce him to the relationship, and now he is returning the favor.
Qi Huan's shoulder became even more swollen in the afternoon. He had to grit his teeth and persevere when untying the stone beast. By the time Shen Ye came to pick him up after get off work, it was already painful when he exerted any force.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that he was carrying a basket with a distorted face, Chen hurriedly took it. It was not heavy at first, and he was a little confused for a moment.
"I think the place where I was pinched by that person this morning is injured. I may have to go to the medical area after dinner." Qi Huan didn't dare to hold on any longer.
Shen was also confused, "Didn't you use the medical cabin?"
"I was too busy during the day and didn't have time to go to the medical area." Qi Huan was also confused. Didn't he just say that he would go to the medical area later? How could he use the medical cabin without going to the medical area?
Shen Ye took a deep breath and was quiet for two seconds to organize his thoughts. He finally found the problem, "Medical cabin, the medical cabin that the boss gave you this morning, you didn't use it?"
When did Si Han give him the medical cabin this morning? Qi Huan thought for a long time before he remembered the strange can he put in the brooch. He wanted to find some time to study how to open it, but then he forgot about it because he was busy.
"You mean this?" Qi Huan took out the mini can. He thought Si Han wanted it to drink some happy water to distract its attention and relieve the pain.
Shen Ye held his forehead, "Are you really useless?"
"I thought it was just a can of drink." Qi Huan blinked aggrievedly. You said that when I handed him the wine, the call was on a different frequency. No one told him that this thing was a medical cabin?
Shen Ye:......
Is this waste planet so poor that it doesn’t even have a mini medical cabin?
“Press it for two seconds and it will open.” Chen Ye motioned Qi Huan to touch the concave part of the can mouth, and then aim the can mouth at the swollen shoulder.
The portable mini medical capsules on the market are all in the shape of compression tanks, and are used to help sentinels urgently treat large or severely bleeding wounds that occur in battle. To put it simply, it is first aid for trauma, stopping bleeding and saving lives.
After three soft "drip, drip, drip" sounds, a green light emerged from the mouth of the jar.
“Don’t worry, what the boss gave you is the latest version produced by the Si family medical laboratory. The level of intelligent identification and wound treatment is first-class. You can’t get it on the market even if you spend seven or eight thousand star coins.” Seeing Qi Huan staring at the wound, Shen Ye added.
How much? Seven or eight thousand star coins, wouldn't that be seven or eight million silver coins? Qi Huan's hands trembled, he looked at the jar, then at Chen Ye, "So expensive? Is it too late for me to close it now?"
Shen Ye pressed down on the jar, "Of course it's too late."
Qi Huan: ...
The mini medical capsule was used on Qi Huan's minor shoulder injury, which could be said to be a waste of talent. Two minutes later, the swelling in his shoulder subsided, and the pain almost completely disappeared. The effect was immediate.
"Seven million silver coins." Qi Huan's face was wrinkled like a bun as he moved his arms. This was a huge loss. He spent seven or eight million to treat his shoulder and suffered for most of the day in vain. He had to endure the pain without any effort.
"Okay, the boss doesn't feel sorry for you, so why should you feel sorry for him?" Chen Ye smiled and patted his shoulder.
"Do you know how long it will take me to earn this much money?" Qi Huan sighed, looking up at the sky.
"Don't worry, your injury won't use up much energy. This medical cabin can be used at least once more. If it's not too serious, it can be used twice."
"real?"
"Really." Shen Ye nodded and motioned him to look at the energy bar at the bottom of the jar, which was indeed almost full.
Qi Huan then breathed a sigh of relief and carefully put the mini medical cabin back into the collar.
After returning to the restaurant, Qi Huan immediately started preparing for the evening business, and stewed a few jars of braised meat over low heat. The restaurant had a bad reputation, so he could only use the aroma to "seduce" the hunting teams passing by.
Chen Ye hadn't slept last night in order to be alert to the noise around him. He was woken up again not long after he closed his eyes in the morning. Feeling tired, he said hello to him and went upstairs to rest his eyes.
There was no one outside the door, and no one came for a while after preparing the ingredients, so Qi Huan simply made ice cream and tiramisu for the cute little Ba.
He had just put the ice cream into the freezer when he heard the robot bear butler on duty in the lobby outside take the initiative to greet the guests, "Welcome, please take a seat, two guests."
Qi Huan wiped his hands and went out to take a look. It turned out to be the owner of Vino.
"Hi~" The shop owner folded the golden fan in his hand, raised it high and greeted him, looking like he was in a good mood.
His hair was combed neatly today, with a long and delicate cloud-shaped gold hairpin inserted in his black bun. He was wearing a light pink round-necked shirt. The bright color did not look out of place on him, but instead added a bright and warm feeling. His cuffs were casually turned up about ten centimeters, revealing the dark gold pattern inside. He looked like a handsome and elegant young man, with a leisurely and casual air in his every move.
Next to the shop owner stood a tall and strong man with well-developed muscles. He was obviously a man of great fighting ability. He had brown hair and black eyes, a tough outline, and deep, sharp eyes. He was wearing a gray-black suit similar to a field uniform, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His arms were covered with several large and small, deep and shallow, crisscrossing scars, as if he had just returned from the battlefield, with a bloody and terrifying aura.
Qi Huan was used to the smell of blood in the unloading yard, so he didn't think anything of it and happily went up to greet the owner.
"Please take a seat. I'll recommend you some dishes that you two like..." Before Qi Huan could finish his words, he heard a sudden noise behind him. He turned around and saw Chen Ye tumbling down the second floor barefoot along the stair railing in a panic.
Everyone in the hall looked at each other. It was so quiet for a moment, and the only sound was the "whoosh" and "whoosh" footsteps of the robot bear butler who came over with a tray delivering melon seeds, plates and tea.
"Little boy, don't be nervous," the shop owner opened the golden fan in his hand and fanned it twice calmly. The golden light that flickered made people dizzy. "We are just here to eat."
"Sorry, I'm a little confused." Chen Ye apologized, stroking the hair behind his head. He was almost asleep just now, but suddenly he felt an extremely strong and unusual mental pressure. He thought someone was going to attack Qi Huan again, but looking at the situation downstairs, it seemed to be a guest, and he couldn't help feeling embarrassed.
"Go put on your shoes first to avoid catching a cold." Knowing that Shen might also be worried about his safety, Qi Huan turned around and gently pushed him, taking the opportunity to give him a reassuring look.
The shop owner is not only not an enemy, but also a half-friend. To put it another way, if the shop owner wanted to harm me, the last time I went to the store to pick up the goods would have been the best time, and I didn't have to wait until now.
Shen Ye was relieved and went upstairs to put on his shoes.
The shop owner also glanced at the brown-haired man next to him and whispered, "Concentrate your mental power. You're scaring the child."
The brown-haired man shrugged, looking helpless.
When Qi Huan turned around, he found that the shop owner was holding the robot bear butler's arm with a fan and looking at him with interest. The yellow "wave" bird standing on the cloud-shaped hairpin on his head also tilted its head to look at him. The man and the bird had the same look and posture.
For a second Qi Huan was wondering where the bird came from, but then he remembered that the advanced space bag could hold living things, and he understood that the owner must have an advanced space bag, just like Si Han.
"Bought it?"
"My friend made it. He's not at the base right now, so he left it with me." Qi Huan always felt that the shop owner's eager eyes were dangerous, as if he wanted to immediately tear the Butler Bear apart to find out what was inside. He quickly said that he only had the "right to use" but not the "property rights". After all, it was someone else's thing, and it would be difficult to explain if he broke it.
The shop owner closed his folding fan and tapped his palm with the handle, revealing a look of regret, but he did not insist any more. He and the man beside him found an empty table and sat down. "I like to eat shrimp and fish, and the taste can be lighter. He likes to eat meat, any kind of meat, regardless of taste."
He paused, raised his nose and sniffed the meaty aroma wafting through the hall, "What dish is this smell from?"
"Stewed meat in a jar."
"I want another one of these."
"Is there anything it likes to eat?" Qi Huan pointed his chin at the little bird standing on the shop owner's hairpin. He originally thought that the hairpin was a bit long, but now with it added on, the visual proportion was just right.
"It?" The owner was slightly stunned.
"Your pet bird."
The shop owner glanced at Shen Ye, who put on his shoes and went downstairs again, and smiled faintly, "It likes to eat shrimp and fish just like me."
"How about this, I'll prepare for you some New Moon Shrimp, Crystal Shrimp Dumplings, Steamed Plum Fish, Braised Pork in a Jar, Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs, Cucumber and Dragon Bone Soup, and Salted Fish and Chicken Fried Rice?" There are only two kinds of tea here, New Moon and Old Moon. Qi Huan has tried both, and the New Moon tastes closer to Longjing.
"Sure." The shop owner exchanged glances with the man opposite him, smiled faintly and nodded.
Just as Qi Huan was about to leave, the shop owner tapped his arm with the fan bone and said, "Add another bowl of longevity noodles."
Qi Huan's eyes moved slightly, and he asked in surprise, "Today is your birthday?"
"It's not me, it's him who is one year older, 111." The owner immediately distanced himself from the matter and pointed the fan in his hand straight at the brown-haired man opposite.
111 years old? For a second, Qi Huan doubted his own eyes. The man looked like he was in his early 30s at most. But when he thought of Si Liang's 20-year-old "child", he felt relieved. Different races and situations, a simple age number is not completely meaningful.
"Okay, then I'll prepare a bowl." Qi Huan nodded happily.
"Just tell us not to come out to eat, it's too much trouble." After Qi Huan left, the brown-haired man glanced at Chen Ye who was nervously guarding the counter, and pushed the empty cup in front of him irritably.
"I'm tired of the delivery from those restaurants. Can't you let me eat something good on a day like today?" The owner picked up the teapot and refilled his cup of tea. "I've been curious about what this kid's food tastes like."
"How can we possibly eat good food on a useless planet?" the brown-haired man said with a 'tsk' sound. "If you really want to eat, why don't we buy a ticket to the Ninth Star Region?"
"It's too far. My enthusiasm only supports the area within a ten-minute boat ride from home." The owner rolled his eyes and refused decisively.
Brown-haired man: ...
The owner and the little bird leisurely shared half a plate of melon seeds, and four or five dishes were served one after another.
On the far left are crescent shrimps, the jade-white shrimps are topped with glass starch, and the emerald crescent tea in the middle is the finishing touch and pleasing to the eye; in the small steamer in the middle are six thirteen-pleated shrimp dumplings, the crystal clear skin reveals a faint pink, the top is like a curved comb, the bottom is like a convex moon, the shape is plump and cute; the sweet and sour spare ribs have long been boned, and replaced with crispy fried French fries, which are particularly tempting with agate-colored sauce; the plum fish has also been boned, and the sliced fish body is evenly cut into twelve pieces and laid flat on the plate, stacked and staggered, like flowers; on the far right is a jar of stewed beast meat, each piece is about the size of a mahjong piece, bright red in color, and full of fragrance.
The shop owner silently exchanged glances with the brown-haired man, and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. This aroma, this appearance, it doesn't look like something that a useless chef can make.
"Not bad." The owner's eyes lit up and he nodded at Qi Huan, then tasted a shrimp with interest.
The shrimp meat is soft, tender and smooth, sweet and chewy, with a faint tea fragrance inadvertently exuding, as if green mountains and bamboos, misty rain, or a breeze on the face, a boat across the green water, and boundless spring scenery condensed on the tip of the tongue, forming this lingering taste. If you add a little more, it will be strong, and if you subtract a little, it will be bland. It is fresh and elegant, with endless lingering aftertaste, and everything is just the right tenderness.
"You really don't have a chef's license?" The shop owner took a deep breath and looked at Qi Huan in disbelief. The yellow-feathered bird flew to the plate impatiently, pecked a shrimp, and then fluttered its wavy crest, narrowed its black bean-like eyes, and looked intoxicated.
"Take another one next year." Qi Huan smiled faintly and put salted fish and chicken fried rice and cucumber and dragon bone soup on the table. He has always been confident in his cooking skills.
The brown-haired man picked up a piece of meat. The meat was cooked to perfection. The meat did not lose its shape, but it was soft and tender, smooth and not greasy. The rich and spiced flavors flowed out layer by layer, and every bite seemed to taste the warm and lingering flavor of the stew. The brown-haired man was stunned. How could a useless chef make such a bone-melting and soul-stirring taste?
By the time Qi Huan brought over the last bowl of longevity noodles, all the other dishes on the table had been cleared.
"If it's not enough, I'll make some more."
"It's not that there is not enough food, it's just that it's so delicious that I couldn't help but eat it all. I really regret not coming earlier." The owner was generous with his praise. The yellow-feathered bird, who was busy combing its feathers, also cooperated by patting its belly with its wings to show that it was very full.
"I saved room for the noodles." The brown-haired man was very satisfied with the longevity noodles placed in front of him.
There are little bits of light yellow oil floating in the chicken soup, the noodles are smooth and stretched, and three slender green melon strands float on the soup, adding a touch of freshness to the bowl of noodles and forming the word "111", completing the unique sense of ritual of birthday noodles.
This is specially made by Qi Huan by hand. One bowl consists of one noodle, so it is relatively time-consuming.
Looking at the bowl of noodles, the shop owner sighed reluctantly. It was a pity that he couldn't eat it anymore, otherwise he would really like to order another portion to try.
"If you like to eat, come over anytime. Business is slow at night, so you can help me out."
"I'm not that diligent. I'm lucky if I can go out once every ten days or half a month." The owner scratched his chin with a fan in distress and looked up at Qi Huan. "Since business is not good, would you consider delivery? I have some friends who also don't like to go out. I think they will like your dishes very much."
"We can give it a try." Qi Huan suddenly had an idea and thought of the drones used to deliver food in grocery stores. He felt that the store owner's suggestion was still very feasible.
"Okay, let me know when you can give it to me." The owner swept the table with his fan, "How much is this meal tonight?"
"It was agreed that I would treat you. As for payment, you can talk about it next time when I deliver the food to you." Qi Huan had no intention of collecting money from the beginning.
The shop owner did not insist, but used the fan bone to tease the yellow-feathered bird's head and said, "How should you thank someone for making delicious food for you?"
The bird, which was busy combing its feathers, became a little annoyed by his harassment. It fluttered the wavy crest feathers on its head, opened its mouth and spit out something into the shopkeeper's palm.
The thing was only the size of a soybean, but it was bright yellow and shone with dazzling golden light. No matter how you looked at it, it was very similar to the golden hairpin on the shop owner's head and the fan bone in his hand.
Qi Huan: ???
Gold?
Your alliance is really crazy. Not only do your pets eat metal, but they also spit out gold?
At the counter not far away, Shen Ye was sitting idly peeling melon seeds. When he saw what the bird spit out, he stood up in shock.
That, that couldn't be...
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