Text Volume 818 The Most Thoughtful Rescue

The reception staff on the opposite side did not give a beautiful salute until the crew members had settled down in the hall, and started to ask the group of people.

‘Hi, may I ask who contacted our embassy, ​​please go to the information desk over there and fill in the relevant information for applying for assistance. '

'Because it is a state of emergency, our embassy is on call 24 hours a day, so there are staff to serve you all day. '

Following the explanation from the security department, a little girl in a blue uniform began to hand out paper cups to this group of people.

'Want water? Is anyone injured? Do you need help from medical staff, does anyone need to provide food supplements? '

When the question came to the last sentence, Qin Guan, who had been pretending to be a quiet and handsome man since he entered the embassy, ​​couldn't help it anymore: 'I! I need food! '

The hand was raised straight, and because of Qin Guan's initiative to speak, he was like a little fluorescent light in the dark night, instantly attracting the attention of all the staff.

'Look at the one who speaks is not Qin Guan! '

‘It’s him, it’s said that her assistant was the first to ask us for help just now! '

'Let me tell you, Xiao Min, the foreign affairs liaison officer, is a troublesome person. After answering the phone call today, he took on the reception work all by himself! its not right! Wait, who is the person next to Qin Guan? Oh my god! '

'Jean Renault, how did the two of them get together? Is there a new movie to be made? '

With the observation of these on-duty staff, the identities of this group of newly accepted refugees were discovered.

‘Ah, I love this killer so much, I really want to sign it, and I can show it off to my French colleagues when I go to work tomorrow, your French superstar stayed here last night! '

The entire hall of the embassy became inexplicably lively because of Qin Guan's raised hand.

The staff member called Xiao Min, after getting an affirmative answer, began to get the staff inside the embassy to prepare.

Of course, food supplements are not created out of thin air. There is something called takeaway that exists around us.

The Cantonese restaurant, which was sheltered by the embassy area, was planning to close early because of the commotion outside, but because of a most familiar number, the chef inside changed his mind.

This was an order from a big customer, and on this rare night, he ordered a meal for dozens of people in one go.

Out of the pursuit of wealth and insurance, as well as the safety of the surrounding area, the owner of the restaurant took over with a pat on the chest.

As the most filling dinner at night, in the system of Cantonese cuisine, claypot rice is the only one.

Influenced by the physique and appetite of the southerners, Cantonese cuisine, which has very small dishes, also has its special cases.

That is a full bowl of authentic claypot rice.

Even if you come to France, the owner of the restaurant who will still buy the most authentic Si Miao fragrant rice in the shop in Chinatown, perfectly brings the taste of Chinese claypot rice to the original.

'boom'

With the opening of the special casserole lids one by one, the fire on the stove began to open the way of gourmet food in the hands of a pair of dexterous chefs.

White and tender fragrant rice, fine and crystal clear, more than a dozen casserole pots, under the control of the same fire, started their rice cooking plan.

In less than ten minutes, all the rice was cooked to half-cooked, and the boss, who is familiar with the road, began to pour the sliced ​​Cantonese sausage, roast pork, barbecued pork and the prepared soup on the still. A little sticky on top of rice grains.

Then cover the lid, and slowly simmer the rice in this pot over low heat until it is cooked thoroughly.

The golden rice crust absorbs the fresh and sweet gravy and seasonings, and under the stewing in the casserole, it becomes crispy and browned, exuding the fragrant taste of rice.

But the small green rapeseed, which was already hot, was neatly stacked in the claypot rice with only meat after the small pots were turned off.

Because they are very close, in order to ensure the maximum deliciousness of the ingredients, the embassy and the Cantonese restaurant have their own secret delivery.

'Hush! '

A crisp whistle sounded in the backyard of the small restaurant, and the glass of the adjacent embassy was instantly opened.

An old rattan basket, a sling, and a few wheel hooks complete a primitive conveyor belt.

And with the work of the people on both sides, the basket, which still smelled of food, transported the heavy food basket to the embassy.

‘Old rules, settle the money tomorrow! It's too late today! '

'OK! Thank you for coming, the fee receipt is at the bottom! '

'Come on! Close the doors and windows! Let's make do with the night in the store today, it's safer than home! '

'OK! '

Nuannuan's Mandarin, although not standard like a big tongue, is the most perfect embodiment of the local accent.

And after getting the meal, the whole crew, under the inspiration of Qin Guan and all the members of the embassy for the first time, understood what is the real charm of Chinese food.

This is different from Western food, which is served for one person. When the casserole with a uniform shape was handed to everyone, the non-Chinese members of the crew were still a little confused.

The dinner given by the embassy is a big pot of soup?

But when Qin Guan opened the lid first, a scent of rice mixed with meat wafted in the hall.

The white rice, against the backdrop of the oily, reddish-brown sausage, roasted meat, is also a bit tempting for no reason. Coupled with the combination of emerald green side dishes, this claypot rice is instantly full of inexplicable appeal.

It was because of this action of lifting the lid to reveal his true face that Renuo's stomach, who was closest to Qin Guan, made a grunting sound unconsciously.

Before they knew it, everyone was hungry.

Xiao Min turned her head with a suppressed smile, and quickly handed out the spare spoons to everyone, but everyone focused their eyes on Qin Guan, waiting for his next move.

I saw Qin Guan who was calm and relaxed, as if he knew everyone's ultimate goal, he stabbed a small packet of sauce on the side of the casserole and poured it into the pot of claypot rice along the side.

It turned out that this group of people was waiting for someone to tell them how to use this black material bag.

Do you spread it out and dip the meat and vegetables in it, or mix it with rice after eating? I really haven't seen a way to mix all of these to form a more complex flavor mixture.

However, it looks delicious.

The dark soup soaked through all the ingredients, changing the color of the original claypot rice in an instant.

And when Qin Guan stuffed a spoonful of vegetables and rice into his mouth, the crowd in the hall became restless. (To be continued.)