vncnus Chapter 320 Technical Guidance
Chapter 320 Technical Guidance
Chapter 320 Technical Guidance
Now, whenever François thinks of Madame Ylena, he inevitably has a nightmare that night.
The kind and gentle lady he had initially thought of would actually show him that crazy expression.
Although François was very resistant and explicitly refused to do such a thing, Madame Ylena paid no heed.
She simply pressed down on him, forcing François to expose his body to the air.
finally.
François trembled uncontrollably with nervousness.
François only got up from the ground when Madame Yelena was exhausted.
Forget about the cake, he hurriedly grabbed his clothes, put them on, and fled from the house full of rubble.
After that, François never contacted Madame Ylena again.
He also avoided going near Madame Yelena's residence, and even deliberately avoided the market where the two of them met.
This caused François to search for many days before finding an alternative venue.
The southwest of Damen City is the most chaotic part of the city.
The docks here are mainly occupied by fishing boats belonging to residents of the city.
Every morning, fishermen set off from here to catch fish on calm seas.
Although the sea is calm and waveless, the fish hidden beneath its surface are extremely plump.
Many of the fish were ones François had never heard of before, so he wanted to learn how to cook these delicious seafood dishes.
The fish market is located near the dock, and those who come here to buy ingredients are generally among the poorest people in the city.
All the fish in the city come from the fish market, but naturally, the fish sold elsewhere are more expensive than here.
Therefore, there are always people who are willing to walk a long way just to save a penny or two.
This resulted in a huge flow of people to the fish market, so there is a sizable vegetable market nearby.
Occasionally, François would buy a few fish and try cooking them.
However, the method used to cook cod resulted in a terrible taste, and the alchemists of the Deathstroke Alchemy Group complained about it quite a bit.
Diners' complaints are the harshest blow to a chef.
Therefore, François has recently been extremely troubled by how to cook these oriental fish.
Unfortunately, François's lunar language skills were so poor that he couldn't find a good opportunity to ask the fishmongers here.
Moreover, they always seemed very busy, and François was afraid to hear their angry words of dismissal.
So far, François's plan has not made any progress whatsoever.
Today, François plans to buy another piece of giant red fish.
This is an extremely beautiful fish, with a very well-proportioned body and bright, sparkling eyes.
He came up with a new way to cook the fish, and although he didn't know how it would turn out, it was at least worth a try.
Although François was prepared to be cursed by those alchemists.
But François decided to push himself today and try asking the fishmonger for his opinion.
The fishmonger easily cut a gash in the fish with his sharp knife.
Then cut off a piece of meat from the fish belly and weigh it on a scale.
"One small silver coin and five copper coins."
François took out the money to pay, then stammered out:
"Excuse me, may I ask what kind of fish this is—?"
"What did you say? I don't understand," the fishmonger replied impatiently.
François's lunar language is indeed not standard; if you don't listen carefully, you might not understand it.
François felt his heart pounding, but he didn't give up.
He mustered his courage and continued:
"I want to learn how to cook this fish!"
"I sell fish, not vegetables. How would I know how to cook it?" the fishmonger shooed away like a fly. "Go away, don't block the other customers."
Upon hearing this, François hastily fled in a disheveled state.
As I turned around, I bumped into a woman in red who was queuing to buy fish.
François bowed repeatedly, saying, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Then, after hiding in a corner, I took several deep breaths to calm myself down.
Just then, François suddenly heard a voice:
"You seemed to be asking about how to cook the giant red fish?"
François looked up and saw a woman dressed in a flamboyant manner.
She was wearing a red short skirt, the hem of which was above her knees, but the neckline was very low, revealing a deep cleavage.
François blushed deeply at the sight.
He quickly lowered his head: "Yes, may I ask who you are?"
"You just bumped into me!"
François immediately remembered that this was the woman standing behind him.
He quickly apologized again: "I'm sorry, I—I didn't mean to."
"It's alright, don't worry about it," the woman waved her hands. "I'm just saying, it's basic politeness when talking to people."
It's looking at the other person.
Only after hearing this did François dare to raise his flushed face and face the woman.
The woman smiled. "Judging from your accent, you don't seem to be from the Federation?"
François nodded.
"Could it be that you are from the continent of Ancent?"
The woman spoke these words in the Kingdom Language.
François's eyes widened: "You speak Royal Language?"
The woman smiled. "I guess so. Because of my job, I come into contact with people all over the world, so I've learned quite a few languages. Anyway, do you want to learn how to cook the giant red fish?"
François nodded: "Yes, I came to the Far East to learn cooking—but I've never known who to learn from."
"Although there are culinary schools in the city, but—" the woman smiled slyly, "the real delicacies are often hidden among the common people."
François couldn't say such a thing, because he didn't know what a true delicacy was either.
The woman continued, "My name is Olga, and yours is Olga?"
François Lemaître.
"Well then, Mr. François, I know how to cook this kind of fish. Would you like to learn from me?"
François didn't immediately understand Olga's words. After a long pause, he finally realized what she meant and nodded repeatedly.
"Very good!" Olga smiled and beckoned to François, "Come with me."
The two walked through the narrow and dirty streets of the fish market, stepping on the trampled black mud, and bought some side dishes at the vegetable market before finally reaching the normal streets.
However, Olga's residence was not far from here, and they arrived quickly.
This area seems quite chaotic—François couldn't help but worry—Miss Olga is so beautiful, is it really alright for her to live in this neighborhood?
Miss Olga's house seemed small, and the furnishings inside seemed very feminine.
François couldn't help but ask, "Miss, do you live alone?"
"Hmm," Olga nodded, "Why did you ask that question?"
"What—I just feel like this area doesn't seem very safe."
"Oh! Thank you for your kind concern."
Olga walked over and gently kissed François on the cheek.
"But don't worry, no one here can really hurt me."
François felt his whole body burning up, and to distract himself, he hurriedly stammered:
"Miss, let's begin cooking!"
Olga smiled slightly and led François into the kitchen.
The kitchen wasn't big, but it was perfectly adequate for one person, so it seems Olga does indeed live alone.
Furthermore, François did not see an oven, suggesting that not all Commonwealth residents enjoy baking cakes at home.
Olga said, "Actually, most fish cook much the same way. Of course, there are some special types of fish, and there are differences between river fish and sea fish, but compared to other ingredients, cooking fish is indeed not complicated."
François nodded repeatedly as Olga explained in the Royal Language.
If he had a notebook, he would definitely write down every single word Olga said, word for word, though it would inevitably be full of typos.
Today, Olga seems to be planning to teach Olga five of these cooking methods.
"And the first thing I'll teach you is fruit acid sashimi."
Next, under Olga's guidance, François cut the fish into thin rectangular slices.
Olga asked François to cut off half a lemon, then squeezed out the juice and poured it over the fish fillets.
The fish fillets changed color rapidly.
This amazed François; how could such a change occur when the ingredients weren't heated?
Olga quickly said, "Don't squeeze too hard, or the fish will become too tough. The point of sashimi is to enjoy its freshness!"
François nodded and kept those words in mind.
"Try it!"
Upon hearing the order, François immediately picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth.
The fish, with its subtle lemony aroma, lingered on his tongue as soon as it entered his mouth.
The fish meat is very tender, even a bit chewy.
With a gentle chew, the delicate sweetness of the fish is released.
This taste was completely unexpected for François.
There is no cooking method as simple and quick as this, yet the dishes are so delicious.
Olga smiled and said, "This dish doesn't require high-level ingredients or cooking techniques, but it is extremely particular about the ingredients. If the fish hadn't been of such good quality today, and probably caught early, I definitely wouldn't have taught you this dish first."
François nodded repeatedly, making sure he remembered the instructions, and then took the opportunity to eat another piece.
"There, next up is the second one—"
"Knock knock."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Olga smiled and went to open the door.
"Oh, Sergei, what brings you here all of a sudden?"
"I miss you, baby, but you're not at the store."
"Sorry, I'm off today."
"But I want you. Come on, I came all this way."
"Hmm, please sit down and wait for me for a moment."
Then, Olga pushed open the door and came in.
She smiled and said to François, "First, chop some onions, carrots, and pineapple, as well as some chunks of fish. I'll teach you how to make a fish soup later. But wait a bit, my regular customer is here, and I have to keep him company."
François nodded, and Olga left with a satisfied expression.
Then, a sound came from outside the kitchen.
Who's inside?
"A friend of mine learned to cook from me."
"Then I'd like to learn how to cook from you too."
"Stop trying to be clever, hurry up and finish, then leave quickly. Come on, let's go inside."
"Right here, let that person hear it too—"
"No—. Ah—uh.—"
François kept an eye on the sounds outside while preparing the ingredients.
Then he picked up the knife and started cutting quickly.
"Clap clap clap—"
The knife was fast, and François naturally cut quickly as well.
But his mind was in turmoil. He couldn't even tell whether the sound he heard was the knife hitting the chopping board or the person outside constantly banging on the kitchen door.
In short, François finished chopping the vegetables while feeling impatient and agitated.
"Alright, get lost."
"No, it's only been such a short time—"
"That's your own problem, get out."
Then came a pushing sound, followed by the sound of the door closing.
Olga finally came in, straightening her clothes as she spoke:
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"It's nothing," François shook his head.
If this is the test of learning, François must withstand it.
Olga walked over, looked at the dishes François had prepared, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Hmm! Great! Now, let's start a fire and make soup."
François did as instructed.
Suddenly, he felt someone hug him from behind.
François was startled: "Miss Olga?"
"It's alright, you can continue with your work."
"But I just can't calm down."
Olga's hands wandered aimlessly until—
François was completely flustered: "Miss, please don't do this."
"Mr. François, you should already know that I am a prostitute."
"Your identity is unimportant," François said in a pleading tone. "Please spare me, miss. In my eyes, you are merely my cooking teacher."
"Your words touched me," Olga said, her hands seemingly happy. "But please keep me company. That guy is having fun, but it's making me feel depressed."
"Miss, I don't know what to do—."
"Don't you have any experience?"
"No, it happened once," although that time it was forced.
Olga walked around to the front of François and said in a coquettish tone:
"In that respect, she's definitely not as professional as I am—don't worry, just enjoy yourself this time!"
"No......"
In short, François later realized that Olga had not lied.
After both of them were extremely exhausted, Olga taught François all the remaining dishes.
Before seeing François off, Olga said:
"I'd be happy to teach you even more skills."
She was talking about cooking, right?
She was definitely talking about cooking!
François was deeply saddened, and reluctantly, he played another game of chess.
Although this time, François truly experienced the joy of playing chess.
But... should I still come?
François asked himself.
At least compared to Yelena, François was not as averse to Olga.
Lost in thought, François returned to the Deathstroke Alchemy Guild.
When the alchemists saw the fish in François's hand, they all frowned.
"Hey! Fatty, you're not using us as your alchemy guinea pigs again, are you?"
That's right! François thought, cooking is my alchemy!
However, tonight, François, who was under the guidance of Miss Olga, was...
He intends to gain recognition for his "alchemy"!