Chapter 12:

The area of ​​the villa is quite large. For fear of being dismissed by the hostess after cleaning, Yang Qi also went to the utility room to get a bucket, planning to start work.
Now, in Yang Qi's room, only Bai Yan and An Qing remained.
"Bai Yan, we discussed one thing when you were away just now." An Qing said: "We found that this room does not have wifi, and the data is not connected to the Internet."
"Our mobile phones can still connect to the Internet here?" Bai Yan was a little surprised: "You got the mobile phones here?"
"That's not the case. We just want to test if the mobile phone can be used." An Qing said: "Although we can't access the Internet, it is fine for us to talk to each other. If we are in danger, we can call each other."
With that, An Qing exchanged mobile phone numbers with Bai Yan, and also saved other people's mobile phone numbers in his mobile phone.
With 7 mobile phone numbers, Bai Yan is also going to report to the host.
However, as soon as he left the female dormitory, he saw Zhu Fugui hurriedly running out of the kitchen, and when he saw him, he hurried over, as if he saw a savior.
"Big brother, let me take a look, what should I do about the kitchen stuff?"
When Bai Yan and Zhu Fugui went to the kitchen, they saw a lot of skinned meat on the cutting board, which was not like ordinary beef and mutton.
Bai Yan took a closer look and discovered that this was not meat that ordinary people often eat, but dog meat, cat meat, snake meat, and a kind of meat that was chopped beyond recognition and made him unable to recognize.
In addition, Zhu Fugui was too rushed when he came out and forgot to turn off the refrigerator.
In the open refrigerator, he saw more cat and dog meat, and a very small amount of vegetables.
What is especially strange is that most of these meats are rotten and deteriorated, and a strong smell can be smelled from far away.
"Look, these are these things, what can I do with them!" Zhu Fugui wrinkled his forehead, looking at the cat meat on the cutting board with a bitter expression: "I can still make dog meat. People eat it when they have a dog. But for wild cats, I heard people say that cat meat is so sour that it’s not delicious at all. What do you think I should do?"
"I heard that there is a dish called Dragon Tiger Fight, how about you make this?" Bai Yan is not proficient in cooking, but this does not prevent him from helping out his ideas: "Look, there are only these kinds of meat in the villa. Without the beef and pork that our ordinary people like to eat, it means that the owner of this house is just like this. You stew them in a pot and add some vegetables to make them delicious. Maybe they will buy it."
"Okay, then I will try." Zhu Fugui nodded hesitantly, but the bitter color on his face was still there: "Big brother, it makes sense, but these meats are all stinking. No matter how good my craft is, it will be delicious. Nowhere to go."
"...Uh, you can try adding more seasonings to overwhelm the smell?"
When doing social surveys with Wang Ze in the past, Bai Yan discovered that some savvy restaurant owners often add preservatives and moisturizers to the meat that has tasted bad in order to save costs.
Even some more savvy bosses do not even need to buy serious meat, and directly make meat skewers from dead cats, rotten dogs and mice, and add flavors to serve as various meats.
Anyway, after adding the aniseed, consumers can't taste anything except the flavor of the seasoning, and the boss says what kind of meat it is.
That is, eating too much of this kind of meat may cause stomach trouble.
However, in the eyes of these bosses, this is not a big deal.
The undead is not a big deal.
During the investigation, Bai Yan was deeply impressed by the shrewdness of these bosses. Seeing Zhu Fugui's face full of disbelief, Bai Yan repeated it and emphasized: "Believe me, adding more seasonings is right. If it's in the kitchen There are fragrances, and you will die. I don’t think the owners of this villa are normal people. Add more ingredients to eat them."
"..." See Yun's idea, is it used in this?
Having been a cook for so many years, Zhu Fugui heard of this kind of operation for the first time.
In the country, he is a real person. Those who visit his restaurant are all neighbors and folks. He has never mixed water in his wine, let alone add these weird things to his meal.
There are still many routines in your city.
"Okay, nothing else? Then I'm leaving." Seeing Zhu Fugui lowered his head thinking hard, Bai Yan felt that he should also report to the male host.
"Wait, don't go!"
Zhu Fugui quickly grabbed Bai Yan and said, "I have nothing else to ask! What should I do with this rat meat? I haven't fried rat meat!"
"It turned out to be rat meat." Bai Yan was a little disappointed looking at the meat he couldn't recognize before. He thought it was a human. What about meat.
If it is human. Meat, you can directly determine that the couple are ghosts.
"It's not rat meat, what kind of meat do you think it is?" Zhu Fugui digs out an unskinned, dying mouse from the refrigerator and said: "You still know the people in the city, so you will talk to me again. How to make this rat meat."
"How about you be a snake swallowing rat?"
"This mouse is alive, and the snake died a long time ago. How did I stuff the mouse in?" Zhu Fugui was stunned.
"You can think of a way, otherwise there is something suitable for them." Seeing Zhu Fugui's frown, Bai Yan's inspiration flashed, and another good idea came to mind: "By the way, Lao Zhu, did you hear that? Have you heard of Sanchee?"
"Sanzhicai, what is this stuff?" Zhu Fugui looked blank.
"Sanzhicai is to put a litter of newly born mice directly on the plate, and the other plate is filled with sauce. Because the mouse is still alive, with the chopsticks, the mouse squeaked in fright. Put the little mouse on the chopsticks Dip the sauce and make another'squeak'. Finally, put the mouse cub in the mouth with a squeak, and the mouse finally'squeaked', which is the three squeaky dishes." Bai Yan said that his face was full of excitement, and he almost rolled his sleeve Get started with Zhu Fugui.
"My mother, why should anyone dare to eat this kind of food?" Zhu Fugui sighed, secretly saying that the people in the city are more perverted, but he still agreed: "In, I will look for it in the refrigerator for a while. See if there are any baby mice."
In order not to be fired, Zhu Fugui also gave up.
Bid farewell to Lao Zhu, who was willing to go, Bai Yan set off to see the male owner of this villa on the third floor.
When he arrived at the study, he found that Lu Tianyi was already standing behind the host, wearing sunglasses with his hands behind his back, looking conscientious.
"Butler, here you are."
Seeing Bai Yan coming over, the host greeted him: "Don't be restrained. I heard that several of the hired people are college students, all of whom are highly educated talents. When I was young, my family was poor and I came out to work after I was in junior high school. I have the opportunity to continue studying. Now that I am getting older, I finally have the opportunity to study, but I don’t have so much energy. It's better for you college students. From childhood to adulthood, how many books do you have to read?"
"You are absurd, now college students, speaking of the diploma is not as good as your junior high school diploma at that time. You see that we have read so many books, can't we still find a job for you as a temporary job?" Bai Yan Cheered.
"Haha, you college students are just humble." The host laughed, and seemed to eat this set: "I have nothing to do here. Our family has a simple population, and only two children make people worry. Usually, you pay more attention to other things. People’s work, when you and Xiao Lu go out with me tomorrow, there will be nothing else."
"Okay, sir, the new chef has a question to ask you: He has some special dishes he wants to make, but there are only those kinds of ingredients in the refrigerator back and forth. Can you approve him to go out and look for ingredients, he Guaranteed to make a satisfying dinner."
Although Zhu Fugui never said this sentence, Bai Yan still borrowed his name and asked the question he wanted to ask without changing his face.
"This...special dish..." The host looked a little excited, but after thinking about it for a while, he still rejected the proposal: "Every night at 8 o'clock, there will be a delivery truck delivering fresh ingredients. We are used to the food from that house. I don’t want to change to another family's toss. You can let the chef use the kitchen ingredients. Our family is not picky about the types of food, but prefers meat."
"I see, sir." Bai Yan remembered the time when the food was delivered by truck, and planned to find out the details of the company at night.
After saluting the male host, Bai Yan went downstairs and went to the kitchen to find Lao Zhu.
After deleting the paragraph that borrowed the name, he relayed the opinion of the male host again, in exchange for Zhu Fugui's deeper confusion.
The family in the villa likes to eat meat, but do they like to eat the original flavor or the strong flavor?
Looking at the rancid ingredients, Zhu Fugui didn't want to eat any of them.
Seeing Zhu Fugui's undecided decision, Bai Yan reminded him: "You can do a few more and bring them out together. With the first experience, just pay attention to it later."
Bai Yan is not a person who likes to be helpful, even though he swore a few days ago that he will change his mind and be an innocent and good person in the next three months. But to the extent that he'painfully changed his previous mistakes', he could at best not step on the hand that asked for help on the edge of the cliff, but leave without seeing anything.
However, the identity assigned to him by the game is the housekeeper. If he doesn't help other players, if something goes wrong, he will also bear the final responsibility.
Bai Yan grows so old, he has always been the only one who throws other people's pots, and has no role in helping others. Now, he doesn't want to have such a bad experience.
After reminding Old Zhu, Bai Yan helped out in the kitchen for a while, and it was almost time for lunch.
They entered the villa at half past ten, and Zhu Fugui entered the kitchen at eleven. When Zhu Fugui was busy with his work, Bai Yan put the tableware and napkins on the table in advance with the plate.
Although from the conversation with the host, he is a rich generation who has climbed up from the bottom and is not particular about these details, but he is really not particular about nor will he hire housekeepers and maids, and he has them put on clothes that represent their identity.
Bai Yan didn't want to be careless in a small place, so he simply went through the process he knew so as not to be troubled by the villa owners and fire him midway.