Sean followed him and came to the door of the warehouse where the ingredients were stored.

The Latroons quickly entered the password to open the door, and gave the interview questions: "Now, I'll give you twenty minutes to make a dessert that can serve the president's table."

The next moment, the warehouse door slowly opened, and a huge underground space was divided into dozens of tiny spaces by glass windows. Each space was filled with a large amount of ingredients that were enough for hundreds of people to eat for a year. In the middle of the warehouse, there was a display table more than ten meters long, and there were various dazzling ingredients and seasonings on the table, most of which were luxury brands imported from self-developed planets, and there were particularly many brands in Coruscant.

Sean was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Roughly calculated that if the exhibits on the long table are used as raw materials, there are at least hundreds of desserts that can be produced. Some of them were asked by the master and his master to the chef of the high-end restaurant in Coruscant, such as Trunle Hazelnut Souffle with Gold Truffle, and Letol Chocolate Coffee with Tiramisu. Although his skills are still very immature, if it is just an interview question, it is not difficult to deal with.

The only question is, is it enough to just handle errands?

While Sean was pondering, the Latroon sneered: "Don't talk? Don't tell me that you can't even recognize the ingredients, but for a poor person like you who live in the lower city, these high-quality goods are probably not easy to identify. The Mithrol people recognized half of the materials at the beginning, otherwise you recognize two-thirds of the materials on this table, and I'll be sure you pass?"

Sean turned a deaf ear to this and was still immersed in observation and thinking.

The Latroons' jokes were not taken seriously by him. The big streets on the table were recognized by him when he was 6 years old. After all, he could be considered half a Coruscant native and had specialized in cooking skills. This kind of food show that shows off Coruscant's characteristics is really a joke.

The problem is that perhaps it is because he is too familiar with the luxurious ingredients in these core areas that he sees other problems from the table.

Should I use this to play?

This is an unplanned option, and even the master did not mention it, but it has to be said that it has the value of trying.

While Sean weighed the pros and cons, chef Marino's face was already full of impatientness.

Is the question too difficult for the poor in this downtown area?

Of course it will be difficult! In the entire manor kitchen, he is the only chef who can recognize all the ingredients. There will be no more than 5 chefs who recognize two-thirds of the ingredients.

After all, this is a collection that President Jamie Blasson is proud of, and it can be regarded as a small expo for the top ingredients of the Galaxy! It is far less simple to collect all kinds of top ingredients that are well-known in the Milky Way on a remote planet like Bergamore!

Many rare ingredients even need to be obtained through extremely special channels... For most civilians, most of the things on this table are only found in legends.

Of course, Marino didn't expect this young downtown poor man to complete the interview questions. He just wanted to see the other party's helpless expression when he was about the difficult questions. As for the later mercifulness of Dafa took him as his subordinate and replaced the cunning and lazy Mithrol, he would just drive out of the manor and let the Mandalorian clean it up, and it was time to see the human performance.

Kneel on the ground and crying and begging for mercy, taking out the only credit point on your body to buy your life? Or...

But this human chose to remain calm and remain silent!

What Marino wanted to see was not such a performance. Ten minutes later, he was already restless and sentenced the young man to death in his heart.

Let that Mandalorian clean up the scene.

However, at this moment, Sean finally made a decision and he clapped his hands.

"I see!"

Marino was so scared that he almost dropped his chef's hat: "What do you want to do!?"

Sean pointed at the long table: "First of all, the gold can on the left is the special Bansa grease of Coruscant [Zhimei Group]."

"Ha?" Marino was shocked. This kid actually recognized [Zhimei Group]?!

"Although from the outer packaging, it is indeed a high-quality product imported from Coruscantile, in fact, it is an undeniable copycat product!"

"Mountain, mountain village..." Marino was short of breath for a moment, and only felt that there was a star in front of him, "What are you talking about??"

"No matter whether the aroma of the oil is at least 10% different from the genuine version, the outer packaging alone is completely unqualified! The genuine packaging will add a three-dimensional anti-counterfeiting seal with extremely high accuracy to the metal can, and the anti-counterfeiting sealing accuracy of this can be completely out of standard! The gap can be seen with the naked eye!"

Marino opened his naked eyes wide, but felt that there was no problem no matter what. He spent a high price to ask for a fake imitation made by an expert who opened a mold. There should be no flaws...

"The second is olive oil, which also comes from [Zhimei Group]. The difference between the underlying precipitates can be clearly seen from the original version, with at least 3% deviation in density."

Sean made a "slightly" gesture with two fingers and said, "The outer packaging also has the problem of insufficient anti-counterfeiting mark accuracy. Overall, more than two-thirds of the ingredients marked with the trademark of [Zhimei Group] on this long table are counterfeit goods that can be judged by the naked eye."

Marino struggled and said, "It's nonsense!"

Sean thought to himself, there is indeed a considerable part of it that is nonsense, but can you tell it?

He spoke righteously: "There is indeed a possibility of misjudgment based on naked eyes alone, but the most critical problem is that as of now, the high-end ingredients of [Zhimei Group] have never been directly exported to the Planet of Baigamore and the surrounding star areas. The local ingredient agent [Opera Trade] is the only supplier of related ingredients. I have investigated this company before I applied for the job..."

"Are you sick?! What are you doing when investigating a trading company??"

"I found that they had obvious loopholes in their public financial statements. In addition, there were also problems with the sales authorization letter obtained from [Zhimei Group], so I wrote a letter to the sales of [Zhimei Group] for confirmation..."

"Enough! From today on, you will take over the Mithrolians and make desserts for the President."

"I boldly speculate that all the ingredients of [Zhimei Group] on the table are counterfeit products. Similar problems also exist in the fruits and vegetables of [Xinghe Select] brand, as well as the campaign seasonings of [Flying Shuttle] brand. The above ingredients are all products that are responsible for introducing by [Opera Trade], and the total amount accounts for about half of the long table."

"Your salary is twice as much as that of the Mithrols, that's enough!"

"In fact, counterfeit ingredients not only have financial problems, and there is no mention that there is a gap between the original version in terms of taste, because of the limitations of technology and raw materials, in terms of food safety..."

"Enough, enough, enough, shut up!" Latroon grabbed Sean's collar in anger, "I admit that you have the ability. As long as you shut your mouth from now on, you will be the new sous chef in the kitchen. Do you understand?"

Sean nodded with a smile, but felt quite depressed: In fact, this food safety issue was the focus of his early research, but he was interrupted by someone before he could discuss it. It was as if it was not up or down, and it felt quite uncomfortable.

Marino stroked his heart that almost jumped out of his chest with his two palms on his left side, panting: "I'm going to do it, no wonder that Mithrol would fold it in your hand...but don't be too proud too early."

"In this manor, the president actually sees everything, but I can still sit in the position of chef for ten years! And I can gain the trust of the president because I have served him the most extreme food for ten years, so as long as you dare to make a little difference in the kitchen, I will immediately throw you to feed the president's Bergamore double-headed dog!"

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When Sean finished washing up in the bathroom, changed into the chef's pure white uniform and walked into the kitchen, he only felt his eyes lit up.

It is exactly the same as the data shows: on this remote and backward planet, he actually saw the kitchen of a high-end restaurant no less than that of the capital of the Republic. Although nearly half of the high-end kitchenware are inevitably counterfeit products, they are all complete in the end. Here, a mature chef team can complete hundreds of high-end dishes.

And the busy team of chefs in the kitchen is more than just mature!

The chef is a Latrone with four arms, and the sous chef is a silver-shiny etiquette robot. It is not difficult to judge from the unique inscription on his chest that it is produced from the high-end customized production line of Star Cyber, and the cost will definitely not be less than 5,000 credit points.

The person in charge of the meat case was a red-skinned De Valonian. The force of his slapping the chop with both hands could shake the whole kitchen slightly, while the person in charge of the vegetables was a gentle Genggan. His movements were gentle and exquisite, and he was not deformed by the trembling under his feet. Except for the slow rhythm, it was almost impeccable.

In addition, Sean also saw a Beaser who focused on placing the plate...

In this mere kitchen, Sean actually saw a small Galaxy Race Exhibition!

However, before he could savor this unique fusion culture, Marino had already rushed to arrange the task and said: "The President doesn't look very good. You'd better make a dessert that surprises him. He usually likes desserts the most, and before, only the Mithrols relied on the secret recipe he got on the planet Cashik to make the president laugh."
Chapter completed!