Chapter 46 Teppanyaki, Japanese style or French style?
"Dad...Dad, how are you feeling?"
The young chef sat on the ground in fear and didn't dare to get up.
Let’s take a look at my dad’s current condition… He looks like he’s fine, but also like it’s a serious matter.
He couldn't figure out whether it was the father in front of him or the father who was lying unconscious in bed not long ago that made him more worried.
"I feel so good as a father!"
The old chef laughed wildly again, raised his head proudly, and expressed his true feelings.
"Son, a man's knees are made of gold. Don't easily yield to the strong!"
"Although I am indeed very strong, please do not kneel!"
"Stand up!"
The last three words were shouted.
His son was so frightened that he jumped up immediately.
In fact, the young man did not kneel. He was just frightened by his old father and his legs went weak, so he sat down on the ground.
But, does it matter whether you kneel or sit, whether you are frightened or submit?
It doesn't matter, I dare not argue.
The old chef looked at his son with satisfaction, then turned to the other people in the room.
He was in high spirits, holding a kitchen knife and smiling.
"I saved your lives, no need to thank me!"
"It's good to repay a favor, but there's no need to ask for my name or keep thinking about my life-saving grace."
"However, I can tell you my name."
"I will never change my name, nor my surname. My surname is Geng, and my given name is Zhong! I am loyal and courageous, from the bottom of my heart!"
Everyone looked at each other.
The unanimous feeling is that something might really be wrong with this uncle.
No one is crying or shouting to repay you for saving their lives.
I don't really want to know your name.
The young chef said weakly, "Dad, have you forgotten... your name is Geng Jizu, not Geng Zhong?"
"Bah! Rebellious son!" the old chef cursed, "From now on, your father will be Geng Zhong!"
"Okay...okay, Dad."
Anyway, the name was given to you by your father, not me, so you can change it if you want.
The young chef looked at the kitchen knife and praised, "Dad, your new name is really nice."
"Ha ha ha ha--"
The old chef laughed out loud.
While laughing, he suddenly fell backwards, and bang, he was lying on the bed again.
The kitchen knife in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
He closed his eyes and became silent.
"dad?!"
the young chef exclaimed.
Qiao Lan rushed over, quickly checked the breathing and heartbeat, and pulled open the eyelids to take a look.
"It's okay, I passed out."
The instrument pipelines were reconnected, a thin blanket was covered, and the old chef was laid down.
Qiao Lan looked through the space and found some sedatives. Xiao Tang bought quite a complete range of medicines.
He went to the small warehouse and took it out secretly, then gave the old chef an injection of sedative.
Looking at the data on the instrument screen, everything seems normal, better than when I was unconscious before.
This is roughly the data level when people are asleep on a normal day.
"He's probably in the early stages of mutation and hasn't adjusted well yet. Let him sleep and calm down before we see."
Qiao Lan estimated that the old chef would wake up soon.
People who have just mutated will have some minor problems and need to adapt physically or mentally.
Generally speaking, the weaker the body before mutation, or the stronger the awakened superpowers, the more difficult it is to adapt.
The old chef went from negative mutation to positive mutation, and his body was greatly stimulated, so it was reasonable that he had corresponding mental problems.
It depends on whether he can adjust himself later.
Otherwise it would be really hard to deal with it if it keeps going crazy.
The old chef calmed down and was left under the watchful eye of his son. Qiao Lan called Xiao Tang over and carefully checked if he was injured.
"Sister Lan, I'm fine."
Xiao Tang's pants were half torn off by a mouse, and one of his thighs was exposed, which was a bit embarrassing.
But Qiao Lan was still carefully observing his leg, looking back and forth.
Xiao Tang blushed.
"It's okay. I wasn't scratched by the mouse."
Finally, Qiao Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
Some of the claws and teeth of the second-level mutant rats are poisonous, and it is difficult to treat the injuries.
Fortunately, Xiao Tang only had his pants damaged, and his skin was not scratched by the rat. There were two scattered scratches on his skin, which were caused by rolling on the ground. They just needed to be disinfected and bandaged.
After Xiao Tang changed his pants and came out, Qiao Lan asked him and Xiao Li to clean up the rat corpses on the ground.
The fat rats, as big as dogs, and their sticky, smelly blood filled the whole house with a foul smell.
I opened the door and the vents, and after a while the smell cleared up in the room.
After throwing the body out, it took three buckets of water to clean the floor.
I sprayed a lot of disinfectant again.
After finishing the work, the light in the room became dimmer because night fell outside and it was dark.
The battery, which had been charged in advance by the generator, was fully charged. Qiao Lan connected it to the power supply and turned on the ceiling light in the room, which immediately became bright.
There are no windows in the basement, and there are ruins above, so there is no need to worry about the light being seen by people outside.
Otherwise, if the whole city is out of power, a house with lights on here would be very conspicuous.
"Are you still scared? Can you cook? I want to eat teppanyaki."
Qiao Lan asked the young chef.
I've been fighting and working for half the day and I'm starving.
She felt like she could eat a cow.
I don't really want to eat boxed lunch.
With a ready-made chef, boxed lunches are no longer so delicious.
The young chef stayed by his father's bedside. Seeing that his father's face became more rosy and his breathing became more steady as he slept, he felt a little relieved.
"Thank you, Ms. Qiao! Thank you! Thank you!"
He walked up to Qiao Lan and bowed solemnly. "If it weren't for you, my father would have been poisoned and in danger. I don't know how to repay you for saving my life..."
"Didn't you promise to cook for me that day?" Qiao Lan waved her hand. "Don't thank me. Your dad killed the mutant rat with one blow, which saved everyone. We're even. Otherwise, I would have had a hard time dealing with that thing alone."
"Okay! I'll cook for you now!"
The young chef agreed seriously.
At this time, he had gone through a series of misfortunes and was no longer the depressed young man who was desperate and wanted to commit suicide not long ago.
The teppanyaki cooked on the spot is different from the ones sold at street stalls for a few dollars a skewer.
High-end teppanyaki restaurants are expensive and elaborate.
"Ms. Qiao, would you like Japanese teppanyaki, Korean, French, Italian, or our traditional Beijing style? Sichuan style is also fine, I know a bit of that. Of course, it also depends on what kind of seasonings and ingredients you can provide."
The professional quality of senior chefs has improved.
Ah, what flavor should I eat? This is a big question.
Qiao Lan touched his chin, thinking hard.
They all seem delicious?
It's difficult to choose.
"What flavor do you want?" asked Xiao Tang and Xiao Li.
Xiao Tang didn't care, but Xiao Li said he wanted to eat Japanese food.
"So what are you best at?" Qiao Lan asked the young chef.
"Ms. Qiao, I have specialized in Japanese and French styles."
Qiao Lan made the decision: "Then let's make both flavors. The ingredients and seasonings are no problem. I bought some at the Tsui Wah Hotel before... uh, I bought some."
She went to the small warehouse and brought out two large bags of food.
The young chef was very surprised to see such fine ingredients as fresh cold Wagyu beef and Landes foie gras.
I couldn't help but glance at the small storeroom. Was it so well stocked? Was there even ice to keep things fresh?
He didn't ask any more questions and immediately started to prepare the ingredients.
On the other side, investigator Lao Song became anxious.
"I said, are you guys just going to eat like this?"
Qiao Lan said, "I'll give you some too."
Is this the point?
"Untie my rope first..."
"impossible."
"No, what I mean is, when such a huge monster rat attacks, are you going to kill it and leave it alone?"
Qiao Lan wondered, "Do I have to give it a funeral?"
Old Song swallowed a mouthful of blood, not angry...
Patiently guiding: "Little girl, if the monster attacks by chance, it's okay. The most worrying thing is that it's not accidental. What if it attracts other monsters later... You know, mice are gregarious..."
"Oh, that's what you're talking about." Qiao Lan interrupted him. "I know about that. There's probably more mice coming later."
Old Song burped in anger.
You know, you know, you know, you know, but why don’t you quickly prepare to deal with it? What are you doing here leisurely eating teppanyaki?
All you do is eat. Did you starve to death in your previous life?
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