More than half an hour ago, the three Bergerts were still enduring the torture of the last scene of the opera, and Alphonse encountered a difficult guest. The cause of the incident was the food in the restaurant. From some slightly biased opinions

Opinions quickly turned into hostility.

After two full days of preparation, Roche Shuat Restaurant officially moved the "Mysterious Oriental" theme into the restaurant today, with the theme of Western cuisine and Eastern cuisine.

Chef Alphonse combines various oriental cooking and seasoning methods with various commonly used European ingredients to present an extremely innovative and fancy menu full of surprises [1].

In other words, it is novel enough but not necessarily delicious.

A restaurant with such a price that makes such experimental dishes will naturally encounter negative reviews, and Alphonse has made sufficient preparations in advance.

The theme sign has been hung at the door two days in advance. The time is to avoid the evening rush hour and is specially set after 10 o'clock. It also states that it is a new dish with unique taste. During the trial opening period, the price will be 20% lower than usual.

Each guest will get a dish rating card before they sit down, and they can rate the dishes they ordered. If they have specific opinions on the taste, they can also sign and leave a message on the back of the card, and then put it in the chef's message box before leaving the restaurant.

If the suggestions are adopted, Alphonse will also provide more discounts and VIP-level treatment.

Most of the people who can come to the restaurant today are regular patrons who are willing to try new dishes. They love French cuisine, but are not satisfied with traditional dishes. They know that creating new dishes is not easy, and they are willing to explore the mysteries of food with their favorite chefs.

So they, like Alphonse, were fully prepared.

But after all, some unsuspecting people will enter the restaurant, order some strange dishes that they don't know what to call, and then get angry after eating.

Although all the guests came, he acknowledged the scolding, but wasn't it a bit too much to just slap the table and curse? Alphonse also had his own temper. Faced with the new dishes he carefully cooked, he was said to be worthless.

It is inevitable that I will feel angry.

The two of them came to blows.

As a former palace chef, now without an employer and still living in a foreign country, Alphonse was in a bad mood. In addition, the other party was verbally abusive and refused to listen to any explanation, nor was he willing to accept any non-monetary compensation.

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So this farce has been expanding since it started half an hour ago, and now it has turned into a street fight with everyone watching.

After all, this situation rarely happens in Vienna, which is no less virtuous than the British gentleman who is full of martial arts. Moreover, the restaurant is not far from the police station, and there are patrol boxes nearby. It only takes two sirens to attract many police officers. Logically speaking,

It won't develop to this point.

But if you walk into the crowd, you can see several policemen in black.

Considering the size of the crowd, a total of four patrol officers came this time.

They all know Alphonse, and if their salary allows, they will occasionally come to the restaurant to eat cheap food. So when asking, they will not start with this neighbor, but choose the short and thin man on the other side.

, hoping to resolve the dispute as soon as possible.

"Sir, what happened?"

"I just evaluated tonight's dishes objectively. This... must be the chef here, and he cursed me like crazy." The man looked around with a smile, "It turns out that French restaurants are like this.

Are you here to receive guests? This is really an eye-opener for me!"

These words aroused laughter from many people around him, but Alphonse didn't seem to care, as if he was not the one he was arguing with before: "Whatever you say, right and wrong can't be easily argued with just your two lips."

Clear."

In just two sentences, he had already taken off his white chef's overalls, took off his kitchen hat, and then began to slowly roll up his sleeves.

This attitude of going ahead with it made the man realize that something was wrong: "Don't you admit that there is something wrong with these dishes?"

"If you have any questions, you can ask other people dining at the same time."

Alphonse did not want to mention the process of the argument, but he still needed to defend his cooking skills: "Today is the trial opening of the new menu. It is common for the dishes to be unpalatable. I have already apologized to you before.

, and was willing to give another 10% off and compensate for a re-cooked main course. But what was the result? What did you say?"

"What did you say?" The patrol officers also started gossiping.

"I'm asking for...asking for the order to be waived." Li Ben looked a little embarrassed, but he still felt that the request was not too much. "These things are really hard to swallow, especially the... dipped dish."

Salted fish with some kind of sauce is too unappetizing."

"The main dish is bunting. Bunting is much more expensive than salted mackerel."

"Well? That's not what you said before!"

"I said it was expensive because of the barbecued pork sauce!"

"Okay, I don't want to argue about this anymore." The man suddenly became discouraged, "You pay me the full compensation you just promised, and forget about it."

"No, it doesn't matter." Alphonse finished rolling up his sleeves, "It's useless to talk more, sir. Even if you involve everyone present, you won't be able to successfully resolve our conflicts. Your words have already offended me.

, unless you apologize... No! I do not accept any form of apology! I demand a duel with you!"

When these words came out, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, adding a bit of color to the noisy streets.

The onlookers and the customers who came to dine were not afraid of causing trouble, and were ready to eat a big melon. But the patrol officers responsible for maintaining order did not dare to mess around: "Are you sure you want to ask this... um, please

May I have your name?"

"You can call me Lieben, Friedrich-Wilhelm von Lieben."[2]

"Oh, Mr. Liben." The patrolman repeated the question to Alphonse again, "Mr. Chef, are you sure you really want to ask this distinguished Mr. Liben for a duel? Even though this is not considered a duel in Austria.

Do you insist on doing anything worth showing off?"

"Yes! I insist!" Alphonse had already adjusted his state, and his tone was completely opposite to what he had just said, "Now, immediately! Immediately!!!"

Seeing how impulsive he was, the patrolman quickly stopped him: "Mr. Chef, please exercise restraint!"

"Restraint? Please tell me how to exercise restraint!"

"Even if there is really a duel, it has to be done at a certain time. It's really hard to do it on the street..."

"You can't blame me, it's his words that are too despicable!" Alphonse's face twitched, and his plump body took two steps forward, "Since entering the restaurant, this guy has been insulting my restaurant, insulting

My professionalism is an insult to my noble profession of winning applause from everyone at the French court!"

"I understand, I understand everything..."

"No, you don't understand!" Alphonse became more and more excited as he spoke, "His behavior cannot be called 'noble' at all, let alone the symbol of German aristocracy. He even chopped down trees while eating and drinking at my place last time.

They are better at work than him."

Suddenly, there was a clear cough behind him, but it was quickly drowned in the noise of the melon-eating crowd.

Alphonse calmed down a little and began to mention the "duel" he just mentioned: "In France, if someone offends others, the offended person is the injured party. If the injured party believes that this offense can only be resolved by a duel,

Then he has the right to demand a duel."

"But Mr. Alphonse, there are too many people here." The policeman tried his best to pour cold water on him, hoping to dampen his enthusiasm for the duel.

But Alphonse is an out-and-out French [3], and he resolutely follows his employer even on the battlefield. He recognizes the behavior of dueling from the bottom of his heart, and once he says it, he cannot take it back: "If in France

, he has been torn into pieces by me a long time ago."

"But this is vienna."

"Mr. Alphonse, be careful what you say."

"I'm French, and I'm afraid he's from Berlin, not Austrian." Alphonse suddenly found a reason and said with a smile, "If he was really a German noble, he shouldn't object to a sword fight to decide the victory.

A duel involving personal honor!" [4]

"Are you German?"

Li Ben had no choice. It is difficult to change a person's accent: "Indeed, I am from Berlin."

Since it was not an Austrian and it was a private duel, the police did not need to be so lenient. More importantly, both France and Germany had recently defeated Austria. Psychologically speaking, they did not want to meddle in other people's business.

Now that the surrounding atmosphere has reached its peak, there is really no need to reject a feast of foreigners' quarrel.

"In that case, please..."

Duels have a very strict and relatively fair set of game rules. The first and most basic one is an assistant. A duel without an assistant is not allowed and has no legal effect, because it can only be regarded as a private fight.

A patrolman took the initiative to serve as the referee: "Mr. Alphonse, do you have an assistant?"

"Yes!" Alphonse looked behind him and pointed at the crowd and said, "Mr. Kavi Hines, assistant to the genius surgeon Ignatz of the Municipal General Hospital."

If it had been two days ago, or even just this morning, this would have been an ordinary name that would not cause any trouble. But now it is close to midnight the next day, and people walking in the streets have already read the evening newspapers, and this name has become

The biggest explosive point is even more interesting than the fight between French and German people in the street.

Although the Evening News report was pessimistic about the development of Austria's surgical field, it still affirmed Kawei's previous work.

A young assistant under 20 years old successfully performed an operation that no one in Austria dared to perform. It was really exciting.

Of course, this is also due to the various prefixes given by Alphonsus. The labels of "name", "hospital", and "Ignaz's assistant" all hit the mark. There can be no second Kavi like this in Austria.

Under the gaze of everyone, Kawei had to walk out of the crowd.

"You've done me a disservice..."

"Isn't this great? It gives you a chance to show your face."

"I don't like the limelight."

Kawei is telling the truth. Being praised too much will affect his concentration. This is a lesson he has learned from many years of clinical work. Of course, people are very different. Some people just like to be praised, and the more they are praised, the more they will be praised.

The more energetic you are.

"Then why didn't you leave?" Alphonse asked, "If you had left earlier, I would have chosen these patrol officers as my assistants."
To be continued...