Chapter 502 - 503: Making Juice for Her with My Own Hands
"No need." Di Mingzhe responded casually, giving the butler a glance, and said calmly, "Don’t be so nervous, I just want to make some juice myself. Just have the kitchen fetch the juicer and tell me how to use it."
"Yes, yes, yes." The butler quickly nodded, stretching his hand out, "Then, can I carry the tray for you?"
"It’s fine." Di Mingzhe declined.
"Yes." The butler could only bow his head slightly, bending his body slightly forward as he walked slightly ahead of Di Mingzhe, "After you, sir."
The two of them entered the spacious kitchen, where there was always someone on duty.
Seeing Di Mingzhe enter in person really startled them. Initially preparing ingredients, they immediately stopped their work, standing there stupefied like frightened chickens.
Only after overcoming their shock, they all exclaimed, "Greetings to you, sir."
Di Mingzhe nodded lightly. The butler hastily asked, "Sir, you want to make juice. Where is the juicer and how do you use it?"
Upon hearing this, the kitchen staff quickly nodded. A person looking like the Head Chef said, "The juicer is over here, sir. If you’d follow me."
After saying this he bowed his head and lead the way, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
How come sir decided to make juice himself?
Was it because their work wasn’t up to par?
Were they about to lose their jobs?
Arriving at the juicer, Di Mingzhe set down the tray and kindly asked, "How do I operate it?"
"Yes." The Head Chef quickly bowed down, "First, you have to dice the fruits, then put them in the juicer along with some water, and start the machine. You can add some ice cubes or honey, or other complementary ingredients."
Di Mingzhe was surprised for a moment, not expecting that making juice was a process, he thought it was simple, just throw everything together and be done.
After a few seconds of silence, Di Mingzhe looked at the Chef and had to ask, "How do you dice a fruit?"
The Head Chef was surprised, and quickly assured him full of apprehension, "Sir, let me do it."
With those words, he almost started to cry, feeling an ominous sense of impending unemployment!
"No need." Di Mingzhe rejected again, thought for a moment, and said, "Just show me how to do it."
The Head Chef was practically in tears. He had someone bring a cutting board and knife, then demonstrated to Di Mingzhe himself.
Di Mingzhe was intelligent. He basically caught on after seeing it once, and then took the knife from the Chef’s hand to dice the fruits himself.
This seems to be the first juice he made for her himself.
Actually, making juice is inherently simple. Di Mingzhe was no fool. Although he initially didn’t know how to dice a fruit, he learned after watching. So it did not take long to make a fresh cup of papaya juice.
He held the cup and took a small sip, then his face slightly changed.
The juice seemed to taste no good, bland to the point it probably tasted worse than boiled water.
Upon seeing Di Mingzhe’s expression, the Head Chef promptly said, "Sir, you can add some honey. It will taste better."
At his instruction, someone brought fresh honey. Di Mingzhe added some into the juice, stirred it, and after tasting it again, found the taste to be just right. Then, he left with the cup of papaya juice.
As soon as he left, the kitchen erupted into chaos. One by one, they howled at the Head Chef, "Boss, are we getting fired?"
"Is it because we haven’t been cooking to sir’s taste recently?"
Question after question came, and the Head Chef was full of despair, "How would I know! If we’re really going to be let go, what else can we do but leave!"