Chapter 2668 The Chinese Horse Master

Just like the appearance of the restaurant and the furnishings in the dining area that you see when you enter the house, almost every corner of this old and small Chinese restaurant is covered with dust, covered with long-lasting memories that have not been touched for a long time. .

The moment he touched these furnishings that were full of traces of time, Malashenko could feel that all this was as if the comings and goings of Chinese people in the past were still yesterday.

"I heard from Comrade Political Commissar that those Chinese people are very good at making delicious food, and the rice they cook can make people swallow the delicious food in their stomachs. It's a pity that this restaurant has been closed for I don't know how many years. The cooks and accountants They have disappeared long ago, and only us eaters are left here with their mouths open, waiting for food, but there is no one to feed them. "

Iushkin's verbal skills are as good as ever. He can tell you a few words when he has nothing to do, and it will make you feel that if this kid doesn't become an actor or a talk show host, it would be a bit humiliating.

"Well, you could certainly say that during the day, but tonight is different."

Malashenko next to him suddenly said such a reply, which immediately confused Iushkin. He was planning to say something to ask, but he didn't expect that Malashenko would take the lead.

"Okay, you guys tidy up this place, find a decent table and some chairs that won't wobble. I'll go to the kitchen to see if there are any other items that can be used. I'll show you my hand tonight. Let you know what Chinese food is.”

"Wait, you mean you can cook Chinese food? Those Chinese techniques? When did you learn this? I didn't even listen."

Ignoring what the voices behind him were saying, he just walked towards the kitchen. Before Iushkin could ask curious questions, Artyom on the side stretched out his big hand and grabbed the food. He grabbed Iushkin's shoulder and pulled Iushkin back who was about to follow Malashenko's footsteps.

"Okay, didn't you hear Comrade Commander's order? Hurry up and get to work! You are now serving a crime, so don't think about running around. Comrade Commander just said that you want me to supervise you."

"Did he really say that?"

Iushkin's attention was diverted and he still didn't believe it. The last part of the sentence he couldn't say was "Why didn't I hear it?"

"If you don't believe it, you can ask him personally when he comes back later. But now I have to keep an eye on you. Let's get to work first. A man who deserves his punishment and meritorious deeds."

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Iushkin, who really had no other choice, could only obey Artyom's wishes and just do the work.

Seryosha had already brought over a prepared rag and a basin of water. Sergey, who was choosing chairs, also had a good harvest, leaving only the dining table to be cleaned.

"Damn it, it's worse than expected. Is there anything else that can be used in this crappy place? Is everything fucking broken?"

On his shoulders was the bundle he had just taken from Iushkin when they parted, and in his hand was a pan he had just picked up from the dusty stove.

Malashenko, who felt that the thing in his hand was the same as the unearthed cultural relics pulled out of Qin Shihuang's mausoleum, put it down and went to look at other things. Unexpectedly, with just a little force on his hand, the whole wooden handle of the pan fell off. The crisp sound of the pot falling to the ground at his feet left a lingering sound that lingered for a long time.

"What's the sound? What happened? Comrade Commander."

A loud "concerned question" from Artyom came from the front hall. Malashenko, who had no other words to say except "It's okay," looked at the broken piece of wood left in his hand. The remains of the frying pan made him laugh.

"Damn it, at least let me find a pot that can be used? I've got everything ready, can you give me some help?"

Malashenko, who had put down the burden on his shoulders, began to rummage again. He was too busy trying to find suitable kitchen utensils for the "Chinese Little Master", no, it should be the "Chinese Horse Master" who dominated the finals.

And in the front hall.

Brother Iushkin is also very busy here.

You clean the table, we move the chairs, and he mops the floor. Every square centimeter of the surface in this old shabby little restaurant needs to be tidied up. Who knows the last time this place opened its doors to feed humans was more than 20 years ago. before.

"I don't understand. There are a lot of good restaurants in this city, why did you choose this place? It's just like an ancient tomb. We are just tomb robbers looking for treasures in the underground tombs. Oh, no, these pieces of wood are tattered It’s not even worth a lot of money. I feel like I could crush this thing if I sat on it, no kidding.”

With Iushkin here beeping, at least it won't be so boring when working. Just like turning on a humanoid self-propelled radio that can help you work, it is no problem to pass the time after all.

"I heard Comrade Political Commissar say before that those Chinese people use special kitchen utensils to cook. It seems that the furniture we use to cook on can't cook Chinese food. Since Comrade Commander said he wants to show us his skills, then I think this may be the case. The reason is because this is the only place that can cook Chinese food.”

Seryozha, who was busy changing the water in the basin and wiping the table to continue wiping the chairs, added his guess, but he didn't expect that his crooked guess would actually hit the mark.

Of course, Iushkin doesn’t know either. This is the focus at this moment.

"Damn, is this possible? Isn't that ridiculous? Those Chinese people cook delicious food, and they have to use special furniture to cook it. I think it's 80% fake. It's probably not even before our Salou is ready. eat."

This means that Malashenko is still busy fighting with antique tableware in the kitchen at this time and is not here. If Malashenko hears this boy Iushkin using "fat and bread" to humiliate the extremely delicious food, then he will definitely Give Iushkin a big dick.

"It's okay. These are basically enough. I can barely use it. Anyway, I'm just going to use it this time. I'll light the fire and boil the water first. Uh, where's my lighter? Why the hell is it in my pants pocket? Damn it."

After finishing the preparations in the kitchen and starting to play with the ingredients, Malashenko could only talk to himself in this way to relieve his boring garbage time.

The Iushkin brothers, who were already busy with their work, were ready. The tables were wiped, the spotless chairs were moved into place, and even the floor under the tables and chairs was dragged out to create a clean area. Everything was ready. Everything is ready, just need to have dinner on the table.

"Why don't we all get ready first? The wine is here. Let's try the fine black beer that the German generals drink. I've been craving this for a long time."

The idle Iushkin suggested that he should "sneak a drink", but he didn't expect that the Hedong Lion Roar from Malashenko in the kitchen followed closely.