Chapter 724 Kitchen in the Sky (2/2)

Hannah gave Hans a glare. ”Don't be silly, brother.”

Hans asked, ”How am I silly? You tell me, what's wrong with that?”

How could Hannah, who only remembered being a hooligan in her high school years, answer his question? Nonetheless, she calmly replied, ”With you being a master at eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling, you won't live to be a 100 years old.”

The beautiful flight attendants laughed even harder.

Hans gave Hannah a glare before mustering up the courage to go and find a flight attendant to inquire about his question. A flight attendant with big breasts, long legs, and gold hair began explaining to him in a gentle voice.

Li Du suddenly caught on and said, ”Oh, he is trying to pick up girls.”

By the time the plane had reached cruising altitude and had stabilized, it was time for lunch. After a discussion among Li Du and the others, they decided to have pizza and Chinese noodles.

The two dishes were clearly not befitting the flight's ”high-altitude kitchen” title. Despite that, the pizzas and noodles were all freshly prepared on the plane using fresh ingredients and hence, tasted fresh as well. The quality of the dishes was not something that an average flight could match up to.

It was very difficult to prepare meals on a plane as first, space was limited. Second, as the smoke released during cooking was not allowed to be discharged, the air conditioning in the plane had to constantly ventilate the air, which incurred a huge cost.

With the plane's kitchen located right next to the first-class section, the passengers sitting in first-class were able to directly observe the chefs preparing the meals.

The chef in charge of preparing the pizza was an old Italian man. When the flight attendants introduced the chef, they said he started learning how to prepare pizzas when he was a teenager, and that he was considered a master in this area, having prepared pizzas for 50 years.

The old man appeared with dough in his hands. While he was kneading the dough, he walked into the cabin and began chit-chatting with Li Du and the others to find out their places of origin, food preferences, and tastes.

He had prepared various ingredients such as apples, vegetables, and various doughs and sauces for making pizzas. While he was chit-chatting with them, he had completed a pizza and sent it into the oven.

Another chef was in charge of preparing the Chinese noodles. There were a lot of noodles to choose from such as noodles with soybean paste and minced meat, Sichuan noodles with peppery sauce, dried hot noodles, flat noodles, beef noodles, seafood noodles, and more.

Everyone was able to choose a maximum of eight types of noodles. The chef would then prepare the eight types of noodles and place them in bowls. Only when the chef, who was also an old man, was chit-chatting with them did they find out that he was from the same province as Li Du.

After the pizza was ready, the chef speedily cut it into pieces before serving it with a trail of steam wafting behind him.

Li Du chose a piece and bit into it. Although the pizza looked very thick, its crust was actually very thin and had a layer of soft vegetables on top of it.

Big Quinn's youngest son, Allen, exclaimed in an exaggerated manner, ”Woah, this is so delicious!”

His eldest son, Walter, promptly glared at his brother and said, ”Hey, younger brother, don't talk too loud in public areas. You have to be civilized, ok?”

The chef beamed and asked, ”Can you guys taste what was hidden inside the pizza?”

Hannah replied, ”It's peach, pieces of peach.”

”No, it's pineapple. It's definitely pineapple,” Allen argued.

Victoria looked at Godzilla and wondered, ”Isn't it minced beef?”

Godzilla shrugged his shoulders. ”Couldn't tell. I have finished it already.”

A whole pizza was only a mouthful to him.

Li Du took a look at the pizza in his hands and suddenly realized. ”How did you do it? The thing inside isn't a type of filling and isn't a type of flavor, right?”

There seemed to be eggplant slices inside his piece of pizza. Anyway, it was definitely not fruit.

The chef laughed and said, ”Correct, it's not a type of flavor. This is a skill that I learned from your Chinese people's cuisines. It's a little like pastry, right?”

While they were chatting in the cabin, the Chinese chef served the noodles and another lunch had begun.