On the 43rd day in the world of "God of Cookery", we arrive at the September Detective Agency in Kowloon.
Le Yuan sat on the swivel chair and looked at the middle-aged man with Chinese characters in front of him and said, "Mr. Ma, I wonder if you have found the person I am looking for."
I saw the middle-aged man with a Chinese character taking out a document bag from the drawer and throwing it in front of Le Yuan. He looked at Le Yuan's face and said, "I didn't expect you would let me find him. Do you have any grudge against him? He But this is the most popular figure in Hong Kong for more than a month. Since he disappeared, I only got a clue about him from an informant after many inquiries. I didn't expect that his personality has not changed even though he has become like this. "
Le Yuan took out a photo from the document bag. The person on it was none other than the missing Stephen Zhou. He no longer had the radiance he once had, but judging from the photo, there was no depression on his face.
"Excuse me, thank you very much for your help. This is the reward I promised." As he said this, Le Yuan pushed an envelope containing money to the other side.
The middle-aged man with a Chinese character face just opened the envelope, put his hand on the banknote, "Wow-" with the sound of turning the money, he stuffed the money back into the envelope and said: "As expected of the person introduced by Lao Liu, he is really aggressive. Generous."
"It's okay, you deserve all of this. After all, you still have to give it to your informant, but it's really rare for a police officer to become a detective after resigning." Looking at the man in front of him, Le Yuan was a little confused. .
"Look what you said, the police are not a guaranteed job. In addition, when I was a police officer, I had some problems with my boss, so I came to open a detective agency. If it weren't for friends like Lao Liu who introduced the business, I would have gone to drink. The northwest wind is blowing. If you need anything in the future, just come to me and I will give you a discount." The middle-aged man opposite said with a big smile.
In an ordinary tube building in Sham Shui Po, Kowloon, Lok Yuan stood in front of a dilapidated sect and looked at the information given by Detective Ma. It was here that Stephen Chow lived in seclusion after his disappearance, living a life of sleeping day and night. .
"Knock knock knock—" Le Yuan knocked on the door with his hand. After a while, no one responded, and Le Yuan couldn't help but increase the force.
"Noise, noisy, noisy, why are you noisy?" Following Le Yuan's knock on the door, Stephen Zhou's impatient voice finally came from the room, and then there was a sound of slippers colliding with the ground.
"Bang," the door was opened. Stephen Zhou, wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, looked like he hadn't slept enough. He yawned and asked, "Who are you? Do I know you?"
"God of Cookery?" Looking at Stephen Zhou's slovenly face in front of him, Le Yuan almost didn't recognize him.
Hearing Le Yuan's "God of Cookery", Stephen Zhou finally took a closer look at Le Yuan, and then asked decadently: "You're dressed like a human, selling insurance?"
Stephen Zhou's venomous tongue has really not changed at all. Although he doesn't know Le Yuan, he still hurt Le Yuan when they met.
"Is this how the God of Cookery receives guests? Don't you think I can go in and sit down?" Le Yuan asked with a smile, looking at Stephen Zhou blocking the door.
"Guest? I don't remember that I know you." Although he felt that Le Yuan had no ill intentions, Stephen Zhou was still a little reluctant to contact him.
"This is my business card." Le Yuan said, taking out a business card from his pocket, holding it with both hands and handing it to Stephen Zhou.
Stephen Zhou took the business card and glanced at it, then looked at Le Yuan and said, "'Cui Xing Food House'? Manager Le Yuan?" Then he threw the business card away, "You've never heard of a small restaurant like this. What do you want from me?"
"Are you willing to let your whole life pass by like this? Don't you want to defeat that Tang Niu?" Le Yuan said calmly while looking at the discarded business card.
"Who would be willing to do this? What can I do, ah?" Stephen roared on Monday, pulling on Le Yuan's collar.
"Where are you coming from? What are you arguing about?" A woman's roar came from downstairs.
Le Yuan took Stephen Zhou's hand away from his collar, then straightened his clothes and said, "Let's go in and talk."
Stephen Zhou opened the door and let Le Yuan walk into the house. As soon as Le Yuan entered, he asked about the smell of various foods and the smell of rotting garbage. Le Yuan walked to the window and opened it. A gust of wind blew in and dispersed the stench in the room.
"Bang," Stephen Zhou closed the door, watched Le Yuan open the window, and said a little carelessly: "The smell in the room is a bit stronger, but it's nothing, just get used to it. The sofa is there, sit down. "As he said that, he sat on the sofa.
"Ta", Stephen Zhou took out his lighter and lit a cigarette, and then said to Le Yuan: "Why, don't you have one?" Seeing Le Yuan shaking his head, he took a puff of cigarette and said, "You have one?" How can I take revenge? I am a penniless loser." After saying that, he smiled to himself.
"One month, I'll give you one month." Le Yuan raised a finger and said.
"What did you say?" Stephen Zhou on the side was confused and had no idea what Le Yuan meant.
"I will teach you cooking skills for a month. As for your path of revenge in the future, it is up to you to choose." Le Yuan retracted his finger and said.
"It's you!" Stephen Zhou obviously couldn't trust Le Yuan, but Le Yuan looked too young and was not of the same generation as the chefs he had seen.
Le Yuan said nothing, just walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and saw only a portion of rice and a few eggs.
"I don't have anything here, just enough to make egg fried rice. I've even eaten the Fried King's Emperor Fried Rice. Can you still surpass him?" I saw Stephen Zhou leaning against the wall on the side and looking at him coldly. Go to Leyuan.
Rice, eggs, salt, oil, just a few things, Le Yuan brought a bowl of egg fried rice to Stephen Zhou within a few minutes.
Stephen Zhou, who was waiting to see Le Yuan's joke, was stunned after just one glance. He took Le Yuan's egg fried rice and said, "It's a bit interesting. The egg and rice combine very beautifully. Every drop of rice actually blends with the egg." Combined, in terms of shape, this egg fried rice is very good.”
"Hmm -" Stephen Zhou took a deep breath, "Only using salt as a seasoning can actually make the egg fried rice exude such an attractive taste, and it is the closest to the taste of rice and eggs. It seems that you still have He’s really good at it, but the most important thing is the taste.”
Stephen Zhou picked up the spoon and took a spoonful and put it into his mouth, "Huh?" Stephen Zhou just took one bite and couldn't stop anymore. One spoon after another, a plate of egg fried rice quickly entered. In his belly.
"Impossible? How is this possible?..." Stephen Zhou kept muttering while holding the empty plate.
"How about it, have I taught you enough?" Le Yuan couldn't help but ask, looking at Stephen Zhou who was still hysterical.
Stephen Zhou put down the plate, looked directly at Le Yuan and said, "Both the ingredients and cooking tools are mine, and I'm watching you the whole time. It's impossible to add other ingredients, but doesn't it taste right?"
"Is there any problem?" Looking at Stephen Zhou who was still questioning, Le Yuan couldn't help but smile, "Is there something abnormal about the taste of egg fried rice?"
"It's normal." Stephen Zhou rubbed his temples helplessly and said, "It's an authentic egg fried rice, and it makes me feel that this is the original taste of egg fried rice. The luxurious emperor fried rice is as good as yours." On the contrary, it is inferior, but what is more important is the indescribable and unexplained feeling of each person. This is not the taste of food, what on earth is it... "
"This is the sublimation of the chef's spirit." Le Yuan looked at Stephen Zhou, who had already noticed the effect of deliciousness, and told Le Yuan's guess about the deliciousness.
"Sublimation of spirit and spirit? Is it so magical?" Stephen Zhou didn't believe it, but still said, "Your level, what, you can barely be my master, so how do you calculate my salary? No matter what, I am also a god of food."
"You're the former God of Cookery." Le Yuan corrected, "I won't treat you badly. I'll give you food and a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan, how about that?"
"How much can you teach me." Compared with salary, Stephen Zhou values whether Le Yuan can teach him seriously.
"It depends on how much you can learn. How about it? Do you agree?" Le Yuan said nothing and just took out a business card again.
"It goes without saying that I will definitely take back the seat of the God of Cookery." Stephen Zhou waved his right hand and grabbed the business card in his hand.
Le Yuan stood up and said to Stephen Zhou behind him: "I'll give you half an hour. Bring your change of clothes and come with me."
Half an hour later, I saw Stephen Zhou pulling a suitcase, wearing a pair of sunglasses, and holding a hat to half cover his face. He saw Le Yuan staring at him and said: "Yes. What's the problem? Low-key, just low-key. Am I a high-profile person?"
Le Yuan's answer was only "haha".
Taking a taxi, Le Yuan and his wife returned to the "Cui Xing Food House". Stephen Zhou dragged the box towards the house, "Brother Le Yuan, you are back." Seeing Le Yuan walk in, Huang Rong hurriedly greeted him.
"What a pretty girl, how about we dance together tonight?" Stephen chatted up Huang Rong immediately when he saw her on Monday.
With a "pop" sound, Le Yuan slapped him on the back, causing Stephen Zhou to take a few steps forward. He was about to bump into Huang Rong. Stephen Zhou only felt Huang Rong's... As soon as the figure flashed before his eyes, he fell down inexplicably and landed on the ground again.
"Ouch, what the hell is this? How did I get here just now?" After finally getting up from the ground, Stephen Zhou touched his forehead and said: "I am injured at work, boss, I want to reimburse him."
"Reimbursement? No matter how big or small." Le Yuan grabbed his arm and pointed at Huang Rong and introduced, "She is your wife, please respect her from now on."
"Master Wife? Judging from my mistress's many years of experience, Master Wife must not be a beautiful young woman. Could it be that boss, you—" Although he had just suffered a loss at the hands of Huang Rong, Stephen looked at Le Yuan's lower body with a lustful expression on Monday. It's a joke, but the meaning is self-evident.
"Screw you, you didn't put your luggage on the second floor." Le Yuan pretended to fight, but Stephen Zhou laughed and ran to the second floor.