pjbooks Chapter 19: Something good is happening tonight, come quick!
Chapter 19: Something good is happening tonight, come quick!
Ling Yun narrowed his eyes.
My gaze swept from the peeling paint on the walls to the dark windows, and then along the rusty handrail to the withered yellow leaves in the cracks of the steps.
Although traffic police had set up barriers to block the road, the deserted building and the ivy climbing the steps and walls told Lingyun that the building had been abandoned for a long time.
The gray-white plaster has peeled off, revealing dark red bricks underneath. The windows are dark and empty, like hollow eyes.
Desolate.
It's not because of road closures.
"Don't worry about what's around you, just focus on making your dish."
Tiger's voice rang out at the right time, deep and steady.
Lingyun turned the steering wheel, and the food truck steadily drove over the roadblock.
The traffic police who had blocked the road seemed to have been warned in advance, and they did not stop the tiger-head food truck at all, simply raising their hands to let it pass.
Tiger would occasionally speak to give directions, his voice brief and forceful.
The energetic Li He sensed something was wrong and stopped talking.
soon.
The tiger-head food cart was parked at the bottom of the long staircase.
This is an old-style residential building, surrounded by three buildings but missing one. The only gap is this extra-long staircase, which leads to a platform surrounded by the three buildings.
The handrails on both sides of the steps were rusty, and fallen leaves and dust were piled up in the corners.
Lingyun had seen this kind of building in Hong Kong movies.
The platform in the middle is where children can play.
There was none of the liveliness in the film; only the wind blowing through the empty corridor made a low, mournful sound, like someone's resentful muttering.
"Don't overthink it. Just focus on cooking, and someone will bring it up. It's for ten people, and we'll start eating promptly at 18 PM. It's all up to you!"
After Tiger finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tattooed arms and pulled a butterfly knife from his pocket.
The silver blade flipped between his fingers, making a crisp clicking sound.
He pushed open the car door, put his feet on the ground, brandished his knife, and stepped up the stairs. His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, one after another, growing farther and farther away.
"I hope nothing bad happens!"
Li He's voice was strained, as if it were being squeezed out of her throat.
Li He, who had been so carefree that afternoon, shoving stinky quail eggs into Tiger's mouth, was now sensing something was different.
She shrank back and gripped the filming equipment in her hand tightly.
Full sleeve tattoos, butterfly knife.
This is not a good sign!
"Don't worry about so much, just do your own thing."
After setting the alarm, Ling Yun leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together on his abdomen, and spoke in a calm tone, as still as a stagnant pool.
His childhood experience of collecting garbage taught him this.
Don't meddle in things that don't concern you, or you might end up getting into a fight.
During this time.
Li He, looking nervous, stared wide-eyed like a frightened cat, huddled in the corner of the dining car, peering out.
I saw a young monk, two young Taoist nuns, a middle-aged Taoist priest with his still-young apprentice, a man in a white shirt wearing a police hat, and a man in a black jacket.
Finally, there are two more.
The two people walking together formed a powerful and imposing presence, resembling a soldier.
Including Tiger, who went up earlier.
There were exactly ten people.
Drop drop! ! !
At 17:45 PM, the alarm clock rang sharply.
Ling Yun opened his eyes and got up. He reached out and took the neatly folded white chef's apron from the wall. He spread his arms and shook it cleanly. The apron popped open in the air and was then tied securely around his waist, with the ties knotted behind his back.
His gaze didn't fall on the building, but focused intently on the iron plate in front of him. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice to the kitchen utensils:
Please!
Open your eyes again.
Ling Yun's gaze was now incredibly firm.
He pressed the ignition switch.
Eight blue flames suddenly shot out, licking the bottom of the iron plate evenly.
The A5 grade Wagyu beef is gently placed on the iron plate.
With a sizzle, white smoke rose, and the aroma of meat and charred fat exploded, carrying far and wide in front of the silent building, with faint echoes even bouncing back from the dark windows.
The fat melts at high temperatures, and golden oil droplets slowly flow along the meat's grain, bouncing and jumping on the scalding hot iron plate.
Li He's tense shoulders gradually relaxed as she was enveloped in the thick heat.
She picked up the camera, steadied her breathing, and began filming Lingyun's cooking process from a second-person perspective.
The area around the food truck quieted down.
Only the sound of the shovel scraping against the iron plate grew more and more frequent, like a march with distinct rhythms.
This iron plate originally only had eight heating points.
But Lingyun also realized the portion size of the dishes tonight.
Just to be on the safe side.
He cooked twelve servings in one go.
Four of the heat points were used for normal cooking, while the other four heat points each had two steaks cooking simultaneously.
He dared not make the slightest mistake.
With his palm hovering above the hot plate, he sensed the temperature changes, his eyes fixed like an eagle's as they watched the steak gradually turn a deep brown, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
Li He also held her breath and even breathed softly, afraid of disturbing him.
Ding!
A melodious bell rang out, like the sound of a chime in a temple.
Ling Yun only looked up for a moment, his pupils reflecting the shadow at the top of the stairs, before he looked down again:
"Start serving the food!"
He moved swiftly, using a shovel to crack an egg open in the corner of the iron plate. The egg white instantly solidified into a perfectly round golden edge under the high temperature, while the yolk trembled and swayed in the center.
The four steaks with the best cooking time were first scooped up and placed on a hot plate, then pressed down on the medium-rare pasta.
The pasta had already been cooked in boiling water until just done, drained, and tossed with a little olive oil. Each strand was distinct and trembled slightly in the steam from the hot iron plate.
He picked up the pot of bubbling, hot sauce, tilted the spoon, and the amber sauce cascaded down like a waterfall, coating the steak, seeping into the pasta, and soaking the edges of the egg, giving every inch of the ingredients a glossy brown coat.
Iron plate, steak, sauce.
The combined temperature of the three elements converges from all directions, perfectly bringing the eggs and pasta to the point of doneness, without the slightest deviation.
Exotic Steak (Divine)
"Serve the food!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than two men in black appeared out of nowhere. Their footsteps were silent yet incredibly fast, like two shadows sweeping across the ground as they took away the first four steaks.
They moved quickly.
In the blink of an eye, Li He saw them reach the top of the stairs, disappear into the shadows of the stairwell, and vanish from sight.
Ding!
The second sound was slightly faster than the first.
Ling Yun glanced at the system's notes, deftly placed six of the remaining eight steaks onto the iron plate, flicked his wrist, and the spatula scraped against the plate with a crisp metallic sound. He called out again:
"Serve your food!"
The man in black reappeared, this time with one more person, still carrying two bags, still walking very fast, his footsteps echoing rapidly on the steps before abruptly stopping.
Stop looking!
Ling Yun placed the last two steaks on the plate, flicked his wrist slightly to let them land steadily in the center of the plate, then let out a long breath, his tense back relaxing slightly.
The minimum standard for anything submitted is god-level.
These two superb steaks were just right for the two of them for dinner.
"Let's eat our own food. We still have things to do at the night market when we get back!"
He reached out and took off his chef's apron, then hung it back in its place.
He took the folding wooden table from the car, spread its four legs out with a snap, placed it steadily on the ground, and brought out the last two steaks.
After Li He sat down, she casually cut a piece.
The blade sliced into the crispy crust with a soft crackling sound, and pink juices immediately seeped out from the cut, like melting agate.
Her gaze remained fixed on the top of the stairs, somewhat absentmindedly.
But once the beef is put into your mouth...
Her pupils contracted sharply, and she seemed to be nailed to the chair.
The scene before my eyes changed instantly:
The stark old buildings, rusty handrails, and gray-white walls have all receded like the tide, replaced by a comfortable beach.
The azure seawater washed over my ankles, the fine white sand slipped through my toes, and the salty sea breeze brushed against my face.
"Oh my God!"
Li He exclaimed in surprise, her voice filled with unbelievable joy, and a childlike, innocent smile appeared on her face.
Isn't this the beach I've always wanted to go to?
Is this Sanya?
Wait, why are there so many foreigners here? Good heavens, this is a nude beach?!?
Ling Yun looked up in astonishment, the fork in his hand frozen in mid-air.
He didn't expect it.
When eating this dish, diners even experience external changes.
In this way...
Wouldn't that make him the spirit of Food Wars?
I wonder if there will be any customers whose clothes will be torn off?
and also.
If there really were a tongue of God, wouldn't that be incredibly awesome?
That's not right.
Why didn't Boss Li react this way?
"Ahhh..."
Li He's legs involuntarily tensed, and her toes curled up inside her shoes.
She bit her lower lip so hard that her lips turned white.
Followed by.
Her whole body began to sweat profusely, her forehead, nose, and neck glistened with a layer of water, and her breathing became rapid, with her chest heaving more and more.
I didn't put any drugs in the food!
Ling Yun scratched the back of his head, looking completely innocent.
Just as he was wondering whether he should wake the other person up
Suddenly, Li He opened her eyes.
At this moment, her eyes were blurry, and the afterglow of the illusion lingered in her pupils. Her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural blush, as if she had just gone through a vigorous workout, and even the ends of her hair were wet with sweat.
"Are you alright?" Ling Yun asked cautiously.
"I...I'm fine." Li He blushed, her gaze darting away, but she couldn't stop talking.
The fork darted down again, cutting off a large piece of steak and stuffing it into his mouth, mumbling incoherently, his cheeks bulging like a hamster stealing nuts.
Lingyun also cut off the first piece of beef and put it in her mouth.
Fortunately.
He didn't make the same strange sound as Li He, but simply closed his eyes and quietly chewed for a couple of moments. The layers of charm unfolded in his mind one by one, like a long scroll slowly unfurling.
"It's...it's so delicious!"
Li He pulled out a tissue and wiped her damp neck, her voice still a little soft as she spoke:
"How come your dish today is... how come it's so amazing?"
Recalling the exhilarating, almost uncontrollable reaction her body had just experienced, her emotions, which had just calmed down, suddenly began to burn again, as if a fire was gently licking her chest.
She would have watched the whole thing if it weren't for the food.
Moreover, seeing that Ling Yun had also eaten a portion, he quickly came to his senses and didn't notice anything amiss.
She'll definitely call the police and say the food was spiked.
This situation is absolutely terrifying.
Ling Yun straightened his back, his tone filled with undeniable confidence:
"Because what you tried before were just ordinary dishes. This is my secret weapon. Only the best cooking time, the best steak, and the best sauce can make this Chef's Steak. Otherwise, how could I dare to sell it for 2666 yuan a serving?"
Li He's lips parted slightly, the lingering aroma of steak still on her tongue.
She initially thought 2666 was a price designed to rip off unsuspecting customers, but after eating it, she suddenly realized...
It's...it's totally worth it.
She secretly rejoiced:
Luckily, I ate here.
If you shouted that out in a night market setting, wouldn't you be incredibly embarrassed?
This is a powerful tool that can be used for promotion.
Chef's Steak!
They ate so much they forgot everything else!
She took out her phone, quickly typed a message, and sent it to He Yu:
"Something good is happening tonight, come quick!"