7. The Secret

7 The Secret Chef Lillou burst into La Abuela's cottage, dropping his climbing harness and his scuba tank in the middle of the floor. He looked around the dim room. "Where is she, you little crêpe?" Stanley shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "I don't know," he said, shrugging. The chef walked over to the lumpy bed. "You cannot fool Chef Lillou," he said. "She is hiding beneath these covers!" He whisked the blankets off. Nothing.

Lillou冲进了La Abuela的小屋，把他的登山吊带和氧气瓶丢在了地板中央。 他环视了一下昏暗的房间。 “她在哪儿，你这个小crêpe?”斯坦利在椅子上不安地动了动。 “我不知道，”他耸耸肩说。 厨师走到凹凸不平的床前。 “你骗不了利卢主厨，”他说。 “她藏在这些被子下面!”他迅速把毯子脱掉。 什么都没有。

He held a finger in the air. "She is in the closet!" He bounded over to a wardrobe and threw it open. Empty. "She's gone," Stanley said. "I came all this way just like you, and she's not even here." He pointed to the scrape on his leg and frowned. "Now I can barely walk." "Do not look for sympathy from moi," Chef Lillou waved his hand in the air. "After that woman on the pyramid, I have more bruises than an overripe tomato." He scanned the room one more time.

他在空中举起一根手指。 “她在壁橱里!”他跳到一个衣柜前，把它打开。 空的。“她走了，”斯坦利说。 “我和你一样大老远赶来，可她都不在这儿。” 他指着腿上的擦伤皱了皱眉。 “现在我几乎不能走路了。”“不要指望我的同情，”利卢大厨在空中挥挥手。 “在金字塔上那个女人之后，我身上的瘀伤比熟透的番茄还多。” 他又扫视了一遍房间。

"I do not care," he said, sticking his nose in the air. "Outside is an entire field of La Abuela's secret ingredient. I have spent nine years seeking perfection, and now I have found it. I will be the greatest chef in history!" He marched into the field, leaving the door wide open. Stanley leaned forward to see. Chef Lillou bent down, plucked a green leaf, and held it up to his nose. He inhaled deeply. "Chef," called Patrice the saucier, "do you smell what I smell?" The chef furrowed his brow. "This smells like common coriander." "No, not coriander," said Reynaldo. "It is cilantro, I think."

“我不在乎，”他说着，把鼻子伸到空中。 外面是La Abuela秘密配方的一整块田地。 我花了九年时间追求完美，现在我找到了。 我将成为历史上最伟大的厨师!”他大步走进田地，让门大开着。 斯坦利探身向前看。 利卢厨师弯下腰，摘下一片绿叶，把它举到鼻子前面。 他深深地吸了一口气。“大厨，”做酱汁的帕特里斯喊道，“你闻到我闻到的味道了吗?”厨师皱起眉头。 “这闻起来像普通的香菜。” “不，不是香菜，”雷纳尔多说。 “我想是香菜吧。”

"Coriander and cilantro are the same thing, you fool!" Chef Lillou cried. "It is the most common spice in all of Mexican cooking! "This isn't the secret ingredient," he choked. And with that, the great Chef Lillou of Bourgogne burst into tears. "No, no, no, no, no," he whimpered. "No, no, no, no." "Do not cry, chef," Patrice said as he patted Lillou's shoulder. "We can still make a unique pesto." "I just want to go home to my restaurant," the chef blubbered. "That sounds like a good idea," said Reynaldo gently.

“香菜和香菜是一回事，你这个傻瓜!”利卢大厨叫道。 “它是所有墨西哥烹饪中最常见的香料!”“这不是秘密配方，”他哽咽着说。 听到这句话，伟大的勃艮第厨师利卢哭了起来。 “不，不，不，不，不，”他呜咽着说。 “不，不，不，不。”“别哭，大厨，”帕特里斯拍拍利卢的肩膀说。 “我们仍然可以做出独特的香蒜沙司。” “我只想回到我的餐馆，”厨师哭着说。 “听起来是个好主意，”雷纳尔多温和地说。