Chapter 5 Good boy, you dare to come
He went over to check and saw drops of red blood on the rear window frame, and two short gray-black hairs stuck to it. The texture of the hair was not like that of the stone beasts he had seen before.
The gap in the window was not big, and the thing that could get in was limited in size, and it was probably injured, so we just had to drive it out. Qi Huan held the iron pipe tightly and immediately searched the attic.
Qi Huan searched everywhere, including the junk pile, under the bed, and behind the cabinet, but found no trace of the 'intruder'.
Did it come in and go out again, just passing by? Just when he suspected that the thing had left, he suddenly found that the upper door of a cabinet was not closed tightly. Looking more closely, there seemed to be faint bloodstains on the rusty door handle.
Qi Huan's heart suddenly rose to his throat and he tiptoed towards the cabinet.
Three or four steps away from the cabinet, a dark shadow rushed out and headed straight for his face. Qi Huan was startled and subconsciously raised his hand to block it.
The thing's claws dug into the metal splint on his arm, making a sharp, grating sound.
When he looked again, he saw a palm-sized kitten squatting on the floor about seven or eight steps away.
The little guy stood with his tail erect and his back arched, his gray-black hair all standing up like a furry sea urchin, his big, bright eyes staring at the iron pipe in his hand.
There was a thin chain around its neck, with a white jade plate attached to it, and it looked like it had an owner.
Qi Huan was stunned for a moment, unable to determine whether the cat was raised by Uncle Lin Sen or ran away from a neighbor's house. He had no choice but to put down the square tube in his hand and soothed it gently, "I'm sorry, I didn't think it was a cat."
"Heh!" The little guy didn't buy his explanation and made a warning sound. Although he tried to wrinkle his nose and bar his teeth to pretend to be fierce, his small size made him look too childish and not domineering enough, so cute.
Qi Huan was so touched by the cuteness that his heart softened. In his previous life, he loved animals like cats and dogs, but unfortunately he was allergic to fur. He would sneeze all the time when he was in the same room with those little guys, so he couldn't keep them. Now that the familiar sneeze didn't appear, it proved that this body was not allergic to fur, which also meant that he would have the opportunity to hug those cute little guys in the future!
"You must be hungry. How about I get you something to eat?" He tried hard to express his kindness.
The sound in the little guy's throat paused, and his light green eyes looked at Qi Huan, as if he understood what he meant.
Qi Huan quickly grabbed the tube of nutrient solution from the bedside, but after searching around he couldn't find the plate, so he had to run back to the kitchen to get it.
When he turned around with the shallow soup plate, he found that the kitten had followed him downstairs quietly and was squatting on the third step from the bottom, looking at the kitchen from a distance.
Qi Huan took half a step forward tentatively. The kitten's ears twitched and it took half a step back cautiously.
"Don't be afraid, I'll put it on the ground for you." Qi Huan put the soup plate at the door of the back kitchen and pushed it out.
Probably because he was a little hungry, the little guy hesitated for a moment, and then walked towards the soup bowl carefully step by step.
Every two steps, it would stop cautiously, look at Qi Huan, and make sure that the other party would not pounce on it before continuing to move forward.
In order to show that he had no intention of launching a sneak attack, Qi Huan stopped looking at it and took out another soup bowl and poured some water into it.
Unfortunately, the little guy finally moved to the soup plate, sniffed the nutrient solution twice, then wrinkled his nose in disgust and took a half step back.
Qi Huan: ...
Does it smell that bad?
"How about some water?" Qi Huan awkwardly handed over the bowl of water in his hand.
This time the little guy didn't show any disgust. He buried half of his body in the soup bowl and drank more than ten mouthfuls in one breath.
Halfway through drinking, he wrinkled his nose, walked into the kitchen, jumped onto the stove, looked at the dishes there, and then looked at Qi Huan.
On the plate were a few pieces of animal meat that Qi Huan had just fried.
"You want to eat meat?" Qi Huan guessed what it meant.
"Ah~~~" The little guy wagged his tail and called out with a long tail.
Qi Huan was afraid that its teeth would be damaged, so he cut it into small pieces before putting it in a shallow bowl.
"Ah~" The little guy ran over happily and immediately buried his entire head in the bowl.
Although the little guy was small, he had a big appetite. He ate more than ten pieces of meat strips as thick as his little finger before he stopped and licked his paws leisurely. Qi Huan wanted to find out where it was injured and help treat it, but the kitten was very alert and ran back upstairs to hide.
The amount of bleeding was not heavy, there was no obvious wound, and the little guy was very agile, so Qi Huan could only leave it alone for the time being.
After being tormented by the kitten, he fried the meat again and sent it to the opposite door. It was already dawn. Quan Hai's sister Quan Yuying came to the door and said that a cargo ship carrying garbage would arrive today, so Quan Hai went there with others to "shop" early in the morning.
Most of the garbage transported to Waste Planet No. 7 is old machinery and machines. The so-called "bargain hunting" is actually picking out some parts that can be repaired and used. If you are lucky, you can even dismantle half-used energy stones or missing precious metals in the machines, which are considered to be more valuable things among the garbage.
After leaving the beast meat burrito to Quan Yu, Qi Huan asked her for the address of the London restaurant. He planned to go there to consult on the usage of those strange pots and pans in the kitchen, and also ask about the vegetable market or purchasing channels so as to buy some ingredients to prepare for the order in the evening.
Although Lin Jian only asked for spring steamed buns, he always felt that since he was entertaining friends, he had to pick some suitable ingredients and make one or two main dishes. Then it would be an unexpected surprise for Lin Jian, the opening customer.
East City is more prosperous than West City where Qi Huan lives. From time to time, modified trucks with iron patches on them rumble by carrying goods, making a deafening noise, and occasionally a jet airship flies overhead.
In addition to the vending robots, there are also many patrolling robots. They are only half a person's height and look like mailboxes with long tracks. Quan Hai and Qi Huan explained them to themselves on the way home on the first night. The ones with green shells are responsible for selling things, while the ones with red shells are responsible for picking up garbage and patrolling for security.
People on the street were wearing all kinds of clothes: long shirts, shorts, jackets, overalls. The styles covered ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign. Their hair colors were also varied. How should I put it? To Qi Huan, it felt like people from all eras were thrown into a blender. The styles were a mess, yet weirdly harmonious. There was a kind of calm... madness.
London's store is called Hongguang, located on Xiezhu Street. I don't know which foodie came up with the names of the streets, but the names of every street are inseparable from cups, plates, and bowls.
The area of the red light was smaller than the restaurant on earth, with only six or seven tables. When Qi Huan arrived, the store was already open, and since no customers had come in yet, Rondo was wiping the table diligently with a rag.
Hanging on the wall was a golden metal plate the size of a ten-inch tablet computer, with the words "Chef Level Certificate Junior" engraved on it.
A gray-black mini kitchen knife is inserted diagonally in the middle of the sign. It is about 7-8 cm long. The shiny black agate handle is carved into the shape of a ferocious beast. The slightly arched arc of the beast's body forms a grip, which looks fierce and powerful, ready to go. The beast's tail is hooked into a small ring, and the beast's mouth is wide open, connected to the front blade. The overall shape of the blade is similar to that of a bone-cutting knife, with a slightly wider back and an upward arc at the front of the blade, which is connected to the back of the blade.
This knife is naturally unsharpened. The area on the edge of the blade where the wide blade should be is shallowly engraved with a half-circle of a pattern similar to a wavy pattern, which visually makes up for the "blade" effect, making it simple and elegant.
Under the mini kitchen knife is Rondo's name, the date of issue, and the signature is written as [Chef's Guild].
Is this the chef's certificate? Qi Huan was looking at the sign curiously when Lando threw down the rag and came over. "Ah Huan? I heard that you were injured. I said I would come to see you tonight."
Although he was only four or five years older than the original owner, he looked weathered, with two deep wrinkles on his forehead.
"It's nothing serious, I just lost my memory and forgot a lot of things. I wanted to ask you where to buy good ingredients to cook a meal tonight."
"Is your arm okay?" Rondo glanced at his splinted arm. "If you want to eat, just have a meal at my place. Don't torture yourself."
"It's not for me." Qi Huan told the reporter that someone had booked a table for dinner in the restaurant.
After listening to this, Rondo was silent for a while, frowned and said, "Why don't I close the shop early tonight and go over to help you cook this meal."
"No, I can do it." Qi Huan was not too worried about the dinner in the evening. After all, he had already finished it with a tray in the morning, which proved that there was no big problem with his cooking skills here.
"Are you sure?" Rondo was a little worried. "Many people in the hunting team have bad tempers. It's a small matter if they don't eat well or don't pay. It's common for them to smash the store and beat people."
"It should be possible. We've already treated them to a meal this morning." Although Qi Huan didn't want to delay Rondo's business, he still felt a little shaky.
The cracks on the walls and pillars of the restaurant, and the more or less pits and dents on the tables and chairs, could this be the result of being hit repeatedly to vent one's anger?
"Okay." Seeing that he insisted, although Rondo was skeptical, he had to agree.
Rondo used to be an apprentice cook at Renjian Restaurant, so he naturally knew the food supply channels commonly used in the restaurant. However, the restaurant was in West City and was about to prepare for lunch business, so he had to wait until the lunch period was over before being taken there in the afternoon.
Just as Qi Huan wanted to learn how to use those pots, he went into the kitchen to help.
When he heard that he had even 'forgotten' how to use the kitchen utensils, Rondo was extremely speechless and couldn't understand how he had the courage to accept other people's orders.
"You really don't need me to help you?"
"No, no." Qi Huan knew that in Rondo's eyes, he looked like a money-grubbing liar who wanted to get someone's meal money for nothing, but there were some things that were difficult for him to explain, so he could only play dumb and fool people.
After watching Rondo's operation, Qi Huan finally understood that those "iron footballs" are actually similar to the concept of automatic woks. You need to press in the middle of the bracket to open the operation panel, and then you can open the tightly fastened iron lid. According to the recipe, throw in the processed ingredients and accurately measured seasonings, set the time, temperature, and stir-fry frequency on the panel, and then just wait for it to finish.
There are also fully automatic vegetable washing baskets, fully automatic stew pots, fully automatic steam ovens, semi-automatic cutters, etc. Except for the fine processing of a small number of ingredients, almost all of them can be done with the assistance of machines.
Qi Huan was not opposed to the electronicization and automation of certain kitchen utensils. After all, it was convenient, saving time and effort. He himself always liked to try new kitchen utensils in the past, but there were too many types. It was indeed a bit dizzying to learn how to operate various machines all at once. He even suspected that the chef-level certification exam alone could screen out a large number of people based on the instructions for using kitchen utensils.
Song Ci once joked to him and the boss that a Western-style kitchen is actually a chemical laboratory. Now, seeing Rondo's cooking method, which is step-by-step and even weighing the salt to the precise gram, it really feels like he is doing experiments in a laboratory.
Most hunting teams returned to the base in the early morning and took a nap in the morning. Few people came out for lunch. Naturally, Rondo's lunch business was not too busy. After serving the guests, he specially made two more dishes. They were called employee meals, but they were actually two signature dishes, braised shrimp and boiled pork.
Rondo is Uncle Lin Sen's apprentice, and Hongguang's signature dishes are naturally in line with the Renjian Restaurant. In order to guide Qi Huan, he explained every step and operation to Qi Huan in detail as much as possible.
Qi Huan knew that this was Rondo's good intention. On the one hand, he wanted to teach him two signature dishes that were easy to learn and not likely to fail. On the other hand, he also wanted him to eat something better than nutritional supplements to replenish his body.
The boiled meat was not much different from the one Qi Huan was familiar with, but the braised shrimp was a shrimp version, with the head and skin removed. The taste of the finished product was also very ordinary. The shrimp and meat were overcooked, and they were tough when chewed, losing the taste of the ingredients. In addition, the machine stir-frying was obviously not completely evenly stir-fried, and some of the seasonings were greasy and even a little bitter. But compared to the nutritional supplement, it was still much more delicious.
"Why isn't there an interstellar food rating board at the door of your store?" Qi Huan asked, remembering that he didn't see the rating board outside the door just now.
He wanted to roughly infer the scoring standards for the dishes here based on Hongguang’s food ratings.
Rondo pushed the braised shrimp towards him and said, "Our Waste Planet is remote, and only restaurants that have been open for a full year will have rating boards. The red light board will be mailed in a few days."
Qi Huan also asked whether the chef-level certificate would affect the store's food rating. According to Rondo, there was no impact based on the rules, but most of the people in the hunting team came from high-level star fields, and many of them had picky tastes. To them, the chef-level certificate represented the Kitchen Association's endorsement of the restaurant's chef level, which was in some ways even more reliable than the food rating.
There are hundreds of restaurants of all sizes in the various bases on the entire No. 7 Waste Planet, but there are only a dozen one-star chefs and one two-star chef. If the restrictions are really imposed according to the chef level certificates, most of the restaurants will have to close.
If Yidao's food tastes this bad, wouldn't the food in other restaurants taste even worse? Qi Huan immediately gained confidence. With his cooking skills, he would definitely be very competitive here.
Unfortunately, the Star Chef Examination is held only once a year. He has already missed it this year. Even if he wants to take the exam, he can only wait until next year. The Human Restaurant has the worst reputation among rotten eggs. For the time being, it doesn't matter whether he has a chef certificate or not.
"Actually, our Waste Star No. 7 used to have two Two-Knife Star Chefs." Rondo sighed.
Qi Huan lowered his eyelashes silently. He knew that Rondo was talking about the deceased Uncle Lin Sen.
Hongguang still had to prepare for the dinner, so after dinner, the two of them rushed back to West City without stopping.
On the way, Rondo also gave him a general introduction. There are two relatively well-established food stores in West City. The one they were going to was smaller than the other one, but the owner sold things with conscience, and it was closest to Renjian Restaurant, so Uncle Lin Sen had basically purchased goods from here for many years.
But the two never expected that the owner of the food store would immediately turn hostile upon seeing Qi Huan, rush out and grab him by the collar, "How dare you come here, boy? Just pay off your debt first!"
Debt? Rondo and Qi Huan were both a little stunned.
"Three thousand five hundred and seventy-two silver coins!"
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