Chapter 12: Researching Types of Dishes (1/2)

To say the least, the interior of the villa was huge. Yang Qi was scared that she might not be able to finish cleaning, so she hurriedly went to the utility room and fetched a bucket, planning on starting her work.

As of the moment, Yang Qi’s room was currently occupied by Bai Yan and An Qing.

“Bai Yan. Just now when you weren’t here, we also discussed something else.” An Qing continued, “We discovered that this room doesn’t have Wi-Fi, we also can’t connect to the site using mobile data.”

“Our phones are still connected to a network?” Bai Yan was a bit surprised, asking, “You’ve set up your phones?”

“This isn’t the case. We just wanted to test if our phones could be used.” An Qing added, “Although we can’t go online, it won’t be a problem for us to contact one another. If ever one of us gets into trouble, we can all easily call each other.”

Saying this, An Qing and Bai Yan quickly exchanged phone numbers, and in the end, he even stored the others’ numbers in his phone.

Once he saved the seven phone numbers, Bai Yan prepared to report to the master of the house.

After Bai Yan left the girls’ room, he saw Zhu Fugui frantically running out of the kitchen towards his way, looking as though he had seen his savior.

“Ok, I’ll do my best.” Zhu Fugui hesitantly nodded his head, his face still showing a worried look, “Big brother, what you said makes sense, but this meat already smells bad. Even with my awesome workmanship, they still wouldn’t turn out well.”

“…En, can you try using seasoning or condiments to mask the smell?”

When he and Wang Ze conducted societal research before, Bai Yan discovered that some crafty restaurant owners constantly served meat combined with preservatives and medicine to change the flavor of the meat for the sake of cutting costs and reselling them.

So much so, that these cunning owners didn’t even need to buy good meat. They could just turn dead cats and rotten dog and rat meat into skewers, and with the right flavor profile, they could serve various kinds of meat.

In any case, after adding some star anise, customers won’t taste anything other than the seasonings. And, the customers wouldn’t even dare doubt what meat it was coming from since it came from the owner’s mouth.

It was just that eating loads of rotten meat like these will cause them to have diarrhea.

However, in the eyes of these bosses, this wasn’t such a big issue since it wouldn’t kill a person.

Not killing someone is equivalent to not being a big deal.

During this investigation, Bai Yan was deeply convinced by the logic of these shrewd bosses. Seeing disbelief spread across Zhu Fugui’s face, Bai Yan repeated it once more while emphasizing, “Believe me! Adding condiments is the right way. If there’s seasoning in the kitchen, just add them excessively. I feel that this villa’s master isn’t an ordinary person, so adding more flavoring wouldn’t kill him.”

“…” Listening to this plan, would it work?

It was Zhu Fugui’s first time hearing this kind of plan after all his years as a cook.

In the countryside, he was just an honest person. All his neighbors and fellow villagers were customers of his restaurant. He had never mixed water into his wine, let alone all of these weird ingredients into his cooking.

As expected, them city people sure had their ways.

“Alright, if there isn’t anything else, then I’ll take my leave.” Seeing Zhu Fugui lower his head while thinking, Bai Yan thought that it was about time he reported to the master.

“Wait, don’t leave!”

Zhu Fugui abruptly pulled Bai Yan and said, “I still have one more problem! What should I do with this rat meat? I’ve never cooked rat meat before!”

“Oh, so it was rat meat all along.” Bai Yan glossed over the previously unidentifiable meat and felt a little disappointed. He originally thought that this was human flesh.

If it were human flesh, then the husband and wife were certainly a pair of ghosts.

“If it isn’t rat meat, what did you think it was?” Zhu Fugui pulled out an unskinned rat from the refrigerator that was still breathing its last few breaths, “Only you city folks know how to deal with these. Tell me again, what should I be doing with this rat meat.”

“How about making a snake swallow the rat?”

“While this rat is still alive, the snake is already dead. How can I stuff that rat inside?” Zhu Fugui was stunned.

“You can think of another way or try deep-frying it, whichever is suitable for them.” As Zhu Fugui’s face filled with anxiety, divine inspiration hit Bai Yan as he thought of a good idea, “Right, Old Zhu, you haven’t heard of the ‘Three Squeakers’ dish?”