The receptionist waited until all the crew members had settled down in the hall before she gave a beautiful salute and started to ask questions.
"Hello, may I know who contacted the embassy? Please fill in the application form at the information desk."
"This is an emergency, so the embassy is on standby 24 hours a day. Our staff will be at your service all day long."
Following the explanation of the guards, a young lady in a blue uniform began to distribute paper cups to the group of people.
"Do you want water? Are you hurt? Do you need medical help? Do you need food? "
Qin Guan, who had been pretending to be a quiet and handsome man ever since he had entered the embassy, couldn't help but blurt out, "Me! I need food! "
His hand was raised perfectly straight. He was like a firefly in the dark, attracting all the staff's attention in an instant.
"Look! Is that Qin Guan?"
"Yes, it is him. It was his assistant who asked us for help!"
"I was wondering why Xiao Min, the liaison officer, was so troublesome. After the call, she took on all the work. Wait! Who is that guy next to Qin Guan? Oh my god! "
"Jean Renault? How did they get together? Are they going to shoot a new movie? "
With the observation of the staff on duty, they discovered the identity of the newly accepted refugees.
"Ah, I love this killer. I want his autograph so I can show off to our French colleagues at work tomorrow. Your French superstar stayed here last night!"
The atmosphere in the lobby of the embassy heated up.
The staff member called Xiao Min, after getting a positive answer, began to ask the staff inside the embassy to prepare.
Of course, the replenishment of food didn't appear out of thin air. There was something called takeaway that existed around us.
The Cantonese restaurant that was sheltered by the embassy had planned to close early because of the commotion outside, but because of a familiar number, the chef inside changed his mind.
It was an order from a big client, who had ordered enough food for dozens of people on such a rare night.
Due to the fact that there were risks involved and that the safety of the surrounding area was guaranteed, the owner of the restaurant patted his chest and accepted the mission.
In the Cantonese cuisine system, the best way to fill one's stomach at night was to cook rice in a casserole.
Due to the physique and appetite of southerners, Cantonese cuisine was also a special dish.
That was a bowl of authentic steamed rice.
Even though they were in France, they could still buy the most authentic Silk Sprouts Rice from the shops in Chinatown. The boss of the restaurant perfectly brought the taste of Chinese Pot Rice to France.
Bang!
As the lids of the special clay pots were opened one by one, a pair of dexterous chefs began to open up the path of delicacies.
The white and tender rice was sparkling and translucent. Under the control of the same flame, more than a dozen clay pots began to cook the rice.
In less than 10 minutes, all the rice was cooked to medium well. The boss, who was very familiar with the process, began to pour the sliced sausages, roasted pork, barbecued pork, and seasoned gravy on top of the rice, which was still a bit sticky.
Then, he covered the pot with a lid and simmered the rice in the pot over a small fire until it was cooked.
The golden rice crust absorbed the fresh and sweet meat juices and seasonings. After being roasted in the clay pot, it became crispy and brown, emitting the fragrance of rice.
As for the small cabbages, they were placed neatly in the meat-only pot after the fire was turned off and the cabbages were placed neatly in the steamed rice pot.
Because of the close proximity, in order to ensure the freshness of the ingredients, the embassy and the Cantonese restaurant had their own secrets.
"Shh!"
A crisp whistle was heard in the backyard of the small restaurant. The window of the neighboring embassy was opened instantly.
An old rattan basket, a sling, and a few hooks were used to form a primitive conveyor belt.
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The heavy basket was transported to the embassy.
"Same old rule, pay tomorrow! It's too late! "
"Alright! Thank you for coming, the bill is at the bottom! '
"Come on! Close the doors and windows! Let's spend the night here. It's safer than home! "
"Alright!"
Although Nuannuan's Mandarin was not standard, it was the perfect embodiment of her native accent.
When they got their food, the crew finally understood the real charm of Chinese food.
Unlike Western food, which was given to each person, when the earthenware pot, which was wrapped in heat-proof grass, was handed to everyone, the non- Chinese crew members were a little confused.
Is the embassy giving us a big pot of soup for dinner?
When Qin Guan opened the lid, the aroma of rice and meat filled the hall.
The white rice contrasted with the oily water. The reddish-brown sausages and roasted meat also made them a little more tempting. Coupled with the green side dishes, this pot of rice was filled with an inexplicable attraction.
Jean Renault's stomach growled uncontrollably as he lifted the lid to show his face.
Unbeknownst to them, everyone was hungry.
Xiao Min turned around and tried to hold back her laughter. She quickly distributed the spoons to everyone, but they all fixed their eyes on Qin Guan, waiting for his next move.
Calm and composed, Qin Guan poured the sauce into the pot, as if he knew what they wanted to do.
It turned out that this group of people were waiting for someone to tell them how to use the black bag of material.
Should I spread it out and put the meat and vegetables in it? Or should I mix it with the rice? He really hadn't seen all of these mixed together to form an even more complex combination of flavors.
It looked delicious though.
The dark soup soaked through all the ingredients, instantly changing the color of the original pot rice.
As Qin Guan shoved the spoonful into his mouth, everyone in the hall became excited.
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