電影料理鼠王經典英語句子

⑴ 急求電影《料理鼠王》的英文台詞及相應視頻！

偷了一小段過來，具體的視頻麻煩了點，我去找找
[from trailer]
[narrating a freeze-frame of himself being chased in a gourmet Parisian resturant]
Remy: This is me. I think it's apparent that I need to rethink my life a little bit. I can't help myself. I... I like good food, ok? And... good food is... hard for a rat to find!
Django: It wouldn't be so hard to find if you weren't so picky!
Remy: I don't wanna eat garbage, dad!
[from trailer]
Remy: [observing what Emile is eating] What is that?
Emile: [pause] I don't really know.
Remy: You nno... and you're eating it?
Emile: You know, once you muscle your way past the gag reflex, all kinds of possibilities open up.
Remy: This is what I'm talking about.
Linguini: You're the one who was getting fancy with the spices! What did you throw in there? Oregano? No? What, r - uh, rosemary? That's a spice, isn't it? Rosemary?
Colette: Horst has done time.
Linguini: For what?
Colette: We don't know. He changes the story every time you ask.
Horst: I defrauded a large corporation.
Horst: I robbed the second-largest bank in France using only a ball-point pen.
Horst: I created a hole in the ozone layer over Avignon.
Horst: I killed a man... with this thumb.
Linguini: I can't cook, can I?
[Remy shakes his head]
Linguini: But you - he, he - you can, right?
[Remy shrugs]
Linguini: Come on, don't be so modest. You're a rat, for Pete's sake.
Skinner: [notices that Linguini is holding a ladle] Move it, garbage boy! You are COOKING? HOW DARE YOU COOK in my kitchen! Where do you get the gall to even attempt something so monumentally idiotic? I should have you drawn and quartered! I'll do it! I think the law is on my side! Larousse, draw and quarter this man - after you put him in the ck press to squeeze the fat out of his head!
Skinner: Welcome to Hell.
Mustafa: Someone is asking what is new!
Horst: New?
Mustafa: Yes! What do I tell them?
Horst: What did you tell them?
Mustafa: I told them I would ask!
Skinner: What are you blathering about?
Horst: Customers are asking for what is new!
Mustafa: What should I tell them?
Skinner: What did you tell them?
Mustafa: I TOLD THEM I WOULD ASK!
Skinner: This is simple. Just pull out an old Gusteau recipe, something we haven't made in a while...
Mustafa: They know about the old stuff. They like Linguini's soup.
Skinner: They are asking for food from LINGUINI?
Colette: You waste energy and time! You think cooking is a cute job, eh? Like mommy in the kitchen? Well, mommy never had to face the dinner rush while orders come flooding in, and every dish is different and not that simple, it has a different cooking time, and must arrive at the customer's table at the same time. Every second counts and you CANNOT be MOMMIED!
Colette: [Linguini is making a mess at the kitchen] What is this? Keep... your... station clear! If meal orders come in, what will happen? Messy stations slow things down, food doesn't go, orders pile up, disaster! I will make this easier to remember: keep you station clean... or I WILL KILL YOU!
Remy: We're thieves, and what we're stealing is, let's be honest, garbage.
Django: It's not stealing if no one wants it.
Remy: If no one want's it, then why are we stealing it?
Linguini: [in dream sequence] Do you know what you would like this evening, sir?
Anton Ego: Yes, I'd like your heart roasted on a spit. Heh heh heh heh. Ha ha ha!
Mustafa: [taking Ego's order] Do you know what you'd like this evening, sir?
Anton Ego: Yes, I think I do. After reading a lot of overheated puffery about your new cook, you know what I'm craving? A little perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh, clear, well seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that?
Mustafa: With what, sir?
Anton Ego: Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?
Mustafa: I am, uh...
Anton Ego: Very well. Since you're all out of perspective and no one else seems to have it in this BLOODY TOWN, I'll make you a deal. You provide the food, I'll provide the perspective, which would go nicely with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947.
Mustafa: Uhm... Your meal, sir?
[Stands up angrily in Mustafa's face]
Anton Ego: Tell your chef Linguini to cook ANYTHING he dares to serve me. Tell him to hit me, with his best shot.
Remy: This is terrible! He's ruining the soup! And no one's noticing? It's *your* restaurant, do something!
Gusteau: What can *I* do? I am a figment of your imagination.
Remy: But he's *ruining* the *soup*!
Remy: Hey, I brought you something to...
[sees Emile eating garbage]
Remy: AH! NO, NO, NO, NO! SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW!
[Emile obeys]
Remy: I have got to teach you about food. Close your eyes.
[Emile obeys; Remy hands out piece of cheese]
Remy: Now take a bite of this...
[Emile snarfs the cheese]
Remy: No, no, no! Don't just hork it down!
Emile: Too late.
Linguini: Can I interest you in a dessert this evening?
Anton Ego: Don't you always?
Linguini: Which one would you like?
Anton Ego: Suprise me!
Linguini: Thank you, by the way, for all the advice about cooking.
Colette: Thank you, too.
Linguini: For - for what?
Colette: For taking it!
Linguini: What should I do now?
Skinner: Kill it!
Linguini: Now?
Skinner: No, not in the kitchen! Are you mad?
[Skinner has gotten Linguini drunk in the hopes of getting him to admit that he has a rat under his hat]
Linguini: Hey... Why do they call it that?
Skinner: What?
Linguini: Ratatouille. It's like a stew, right? Why do they call it that? If you're gonna name a food, you should give it a name that sounds delicious. Ratatouille doesn't sound delicious. It sounds like "rat" and "patootie." Rat-patootie, which does not sound delicious.
Linguini: Hey, they like the soup!
[knocks Remy in river]
Linguini: AH!
[rescues Remy, returns soaking wet]
Linguini: They like the soup.
Linguini: How could you? I thought you were my friend! I trusted you! Get out, and don't come back, or I'll treat you the way restaurants are supposed to treat pests!
Skinner: Toasting your success, eh, Linguini? Good for you.
Linguini: Oh, I just took it to be polite. I don't really drink, you know.
Skinner: Of course you don't. I wouldn't either if I was drinking that. But you would have to be an idiot of elephantine proportions not to appreciate this '61 Ch鈚eau Latour, and you, Monsieur Linguini, are no idiot. Let us toast your non-idiocy!
Anton Ego: You're a bit slow for someone in the fast lane.
Linguini: And... you're thin for someone who likes food!
[Crowd gasps]
Anton Ego: I don't LIKE food, I LOVE it. If I don't LOVE it, I don't SWALLOW.
Linguini: Listen, I just want you to know how honored I am to be studying under such a -...
Colette: [pins Linguini's sleeve with a knife] No, you listen! I just want you to know exactly who you are dealing with! How many women do you see in this kitchen?
Linguini: Well, I uh -...
Colette: [pins Linguini's sleeve with another knife] Only me. Why do you think that is? Because high cuisine is an antiquated hierarchy built upon rules by stupid, old men. Rules designed to make it impossible for women to enter this world, but still I'm here. How did this happen?
Linguini: Well because you, because you -...
Colette: [pins Linguini's sleeve with a third knife] Because I am the toughest cook in this kitchen! I have worked too hard for too long to get here, and I am not going to jeopardize it for some garbage boy who got lucky! Got it?
Linguini: When I added that extra ingredient instead of following the recipe like you said, that wasn't me... either.
Colette: What do you mean?
Linguini: I mean, I wouldn't have done that. I would've followed the recipe, I would've followed your advice. I would've followed your advice 'til the ends of the Earth because I love youuuuuur advice. But...
Remy: [whispering, referring to Linguini] Don't do it...
Linguini: [hesitantly] I have a secret. It's sort of disturbing. I have a ra... I have a raaaaa...
Colette: You have a rash?
Linguini: No no no. I have this-this tiny, uh, little... little...
[quickly]
Linguini: a tiny chef who tells me what to do.
Larousse: Oh, look who it is! Alfredo Linguini! His mother's an old flame of Gusteau's.
Skinner: Ah, yes. How is Renata?
Linguini: She's good... well, not good, she's been better. She's, uh... she's -...
Horst: She died.
Skinner: [carelessly] Oh, I'm sorry
Linguini: Oh, no, don't be. She believed in Heaven, so she's covered... after-life speaking.
[gives Skinner letter]
Skinner: What is this?
Linguini: It's from my mother. She thought it would help... me get a job... here.
[Skinner has made Linguini drunk]
Skinner: So this is your first time cooking?
Linguini: My fifth time, actually. I think... Monday was my first time
Anton Ego: In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize that only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.
Linguini: So this is it. It's not much but it's, y'know... not much.
[referring to his home]
Gusteau: Food always comes to those who love to cook.
Linguini: Bonjour, ma ch閞ie. Join us. We were just talking about my inspiration.
Colette: Yes, he calls it his tiny chef.
Linguini: Not that, dearest, I meant you.
Django: Food is fuel. You get picky about what you put in the tank, your engine is gonna die. Now shut up and eat your garbage.
[from trailer]
Gusteau: You know what I say. Anyone can cook.
Remy: Yeah, anyone can cook. That doesn't mean anyone should.
Remy: [cooking a mushroom over the chimney] The key is to keep turning it to get the smoky flavor niiice and even.

⑵ 料理鼠王 觀後感 英語

A lot of animated movies have inspired sequels, notably "Shrek," but Brad Bird's "Ratatouille" is the first one that made me positively desire one. Remy, the earnest little rat who is its hero, is such a lovable, determined, gifted rodent that I want to know happens to him next, now that he has conquered the summit of French cuisine. I think running for office might not be beyond his reach, and there's certainly something de Gaullean about his snout.

Remy is a member of a large family of rats (a horde, I think, is the word) who ply the trash cans and sewers of a Parisian suburb, just like good rats should. "Eat your garbage!" commands Remy's father, Django, obviously a loving parent. The rats are evicted from their cozy home in a cottage-kitchen ceiling in a scene that will have rat-haters in the audience cringing (and who among us will claim they don't hate rats more than a little?), and they are swept through the sewers in a torrential flood.
Remy (voice of Patton Oswalt) has always been blessed, or cursed, with a refined palate and a sensitive nose, and now he starts skulking around the kitchen of Gusteau, his culinary hero (voice of Brad Garrett).
Linguini and Remy meet, somehow establish trust and communication, and when Linguini gets credit for a soup that the rat has saved with strategic seasonings, they team up.
All of this begins as a bious premise and ends as a triumph of animation, comedy, imagination and, yes, humanity. What is most lovable about Remy is his modesty and shyness, even for a rat. He has body language so expressive than many humans would trade for it.

Brad Bird and his executive procer, John Lasseter, clearly have taken over the leadership in the animation field right now. Yes, Bird made "The Incredibles," but the one that got away was his wonderful "The Iron Giant," in which a towering robot was as subtle, gentle and touching as Remy. His eye for detail is remarkable. Every prop and utensil and spice and ingredient in the kitchen is almost tangible, and I for one would never turn off the Food Channel if Remy hosted a program named "Any Rat Can Cook."

This is clearly one of the best of the year's films. Every time an animated film is successful, you have to read all over again about how animation isn't "just for children" but "for the whole family," and "even for alts going on their own." No kidding!

⑶ 電影<<料理鼠王>>的內容概括,要英文的

Ratatouill
Remy was a young rat in French countryside,he dreaned of becoming a great French cook.He had an accident,he lost his faily.He went to the Auguste Gusteau′s restaurant and made a friend with a new garbage boy .After Remy helped,the garbage boy Linguini became the restaurant′s boss.At last,Remy became a great cook.

⑷ 《美食總動員》經典台詞中英文

《美食總動員》經典台詞中英文

《美食總動員》是2007年一部由皮克斯動畫製作室製作握首、華特迪士尼影片出版的動畫電影。小米這只灰色的小老鼠是《料理鼠王》的主角，他與眾不同，一心想成為一個大廚，像他的偶像廚神那樣，可是他的家人都不支持理解他，而他也會經歷來自人類的各種困悄梁難。和小寬的偶遇讓他有機會實現這個夢想……一隻為了夢想不斷奮斗的小老鼠，看了讓我有很多感悟。

The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations.

這個世界對待新秀、新的創作非常啟皮運苛刻。

Not everyone can become a great artist,

並非任何人都能成為偉大的藝術家。

but a great artist can come from anywhere.

但是偉大的藝術家可能來自任何地方。

Great cooking is not for the faint of heart.

膽小的.人做不出精湛的美食。

You must be imaginative, strong hearted.

只要有想像力，還要有決心。

You must try things that may not work.

千萬不要怕失敗。

And you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from.

也不要因為出身低就讓別人限制了你發展的機會。

Your only limit is your soul.

你的成敗在於你的心。

What I say is true. Anyone can cook.But only the fearless can be great.

我說的是真話 任何人都可以烹飪。但是只有勇者才會成功。

⑸ 急求電影《料理鼠王》的英文台詞！！！

老生幫樓主找了一段……

[from trailer]
[narrating a freeze-frame of himself being chased in a gourmet Parisian resturant]
Remy: This is me. I think it's apparent that I need to rethink my life a little bit. I can't help myself. I... I like good food, ok? And... good food is... hard for a rat to find!
Django: It wouldn't be so hard to find if you weren't so picky!
Remy: I don't wanna eat garbage, dad!
[from trailer]
Remy: [observing what Emile is eating] What is that?
Emile: [pause] I don't really know.
Remy: You nno... and you're eating it?
Emile: You know, once you muscle your way past the gag reflex, all kinds of possibilities open up.
Remy: This is what I'm talking about.
Linguini: You're the one who was getting fancy with the spices! What did you throw in there? Oregano? No? What, r - uh, rosemary? That's a spice, isn't it? Rosemary?
Colette: Horst has done time.
Linguini: For what?
Colette: We don't know. He changes the story every time you ask.
Horst: I defrauded a large corporation.
Horst: I robbed the second-largest bank in France using only a ball-point pen.
Horst: I created a hole in the ozone layer over Avignon.
Horst: I killed a man... with this thumb.
Linguini: I can't cook, can I?
[Remy shakes his head]
Linguini: But you - he, he - you can, right?
[Remy shrugs]
Linguini: Come on, don't be so modest. You're a rat, for Pete's sake.
Skinner: [notices that Linguini is holding a ladle] Move it, garbage boy! You are COOKING? HOW DARE YOU COOK in my kitchen! Where do you get the gall to even attempt something so monumentally idiotic? I should have you drawn and quartered! I'll do it! I think the law is on my side! Larousse, draw and quarter this man - after you put him in the ck press to squeeze the fat out of his head!
Skinner: Welcome to Hell.
Mustafa: Someone is asking what is new!
Horst: New?
Mustafa: Yes! What do I tell them?
Horst: What did you tell them?
Mustafa: I told them I would ask!
Skinner: What are you blathering about?
Horst: Customers are asking for what is new!
Mustafa: What should I tell them?
Skinner: What did you tell them?
Mustafa: I TOLD THEM I WOULD ASK!
Skinner: This is simple. Just pull out an old Gusteau recipe, something we haven't made in a while...
Mustafa: They know about the old stuff. They like Linguini's soup.
Skinner: They are asking for food from LINGUINI?
Colette: You waste energy and time! You think cooking is a cute job, eh? Like mommy in the kitchen? Well, mommy never had to face the dinner rush while orders come flooding in, and every dish is different and not that simple, it has a different cooking time, and must arrive at the customer's table at the same time. Every second counts and you CANNOT be MOMMIED!
Colette: [Linguini is making a mess at the kitchen] What is this? Keep... your... station clear! If meal orders come in, what will happen? Messy stations slow things down, food doesn't go, orders pile up, disaster! I will make this easier to remember: keep you station clean... or I WILL KILL YOU!
Remy: We're thieves, and what we're stealing is, let's be honest, garbage.
Django: It's not stealing if no one wants it.
Remy: If no one want's it, then why are we stealing it?
Linguini: [in dream sequence] Do you know what you would like this evening, sir?
Anton Ego: Yes, I'd like your heart roasted on a spit. Heh heh heh heh. Ha ha ha!
Mustafa: [taking Ego's order] Do you know what you'd like this evening, sir?
Anton Ego: Yes, I think I do. After reading a lot of overheated puffery about your new cook, you know what I'm craving? A little perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh, clear, well seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that?
Mustafa: With what, sir?
Anton Ego: Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?
Mustafa: I am, uh...
Anton Ego: Very well. Since you're all out of perspective and no one else seems to have it in this BLOODY TOWN, I'll make you a deal. You provide the food, I'll provide the perspective, which would go nicely with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947.
Mustafa: Uhm... Your meal, sir?
[Stands up angrily in Mustafa's face]
Anton Ego: Tell your chef Linguini to cook ANYTHING he dares to serve me. Tell him to hit me, with his best shot.
Remy: This is terrible! He's ruining the soup! And no one's noticing? It's *your* restaurant, do something!
Gusteau: What can *I* do? I am a figment of your imagination.
Remy: But he's *ruining* the *soup*!
Remy: Hey, I brought you something to...
[sees Emile eating garbage]
Remy: AH! NO, NO, NO, NO! SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW!
[Emile obeys]
Remy: I have got to teach you about food. Close your eyes.
[Emile obeys; Remy hands out piece of cheese]
Remy: Now take a bite of this...
[Emile snarfs the cheese]
Remy: No, no, no! Don't just hork it down!
Emile: Too late.
Linguini: Can I interest you in a dessert this evening?
Anton Ego: Don't you always?
Linguini: Which one would you like?
Anton Ego: Suprise me!
Linguini: Thank you, by the way, for all the advice about cooking.
Colette: Thank you, too.
Linguini: For - for what?
Colette: For taking it!
Linguini: What should I do now?
Skinner: Kill it!
Linguini: Now?
Skinner: No, not in the kitchen! Are you mad?
[Skinner has gotten Linguini drunk in the hopes of getting him to admit that he has a rat under his hat]
Linguini: Hey... Why do they call it that?
Skinner: What?
Linguini: Ratatouille. It's like a stew, right? Why do they call it that? If you're gonna name a food, you should give it a name that sounds delicious. Ratatouille doesn't sound delicious. It sounds like "rat" and "patootie." Rat-patootie, which does not sound delicious.
Linguini: Hey, they like the soup!
[knocks Remy in river]
Linguini: AH!
[rescues Remy, returns soaking wet]
Linguini: They like the soup.
Linguini: How could you? I thought you were my friend! I trusted you! Get out, and don't come back, or I'll treat you the way restaurants are supposed to treat pests!
Skinner: Toasting your success, eh, Linguini? Good for you.
Linguini: Oh, I just took it to be polite. I don't really drink, you know.
Skinner: Of course you don't. I wouldn't either if I was drinking that. But you would have to be an idiot of elephantine proportions not to appreciate this '61 Ch鈚eau Latour, and you, Monsieur Linguini, are no idiot. Let us toast your non-idiocy!
Anton Ego: You're a bit slow for someone in the fast lane.
Linguini: And... you're thin for someone who likes food!
[Crowd gasps]
Anton Ego: I don't LIKE food, I LOVE it. If I don't LOVE it, I don't SWALLOW.
Linguini: Listen, I just want you to know how honored I am to be studying under such a -...
Colette: [pins Linguini's sleeve with a knife] No, you listen! I just want you to know exactly who you are dealing with! How many women do you see in this kitchen?
Linguini: Well, I uh -...
Colette: [pins Linguini's sleeve with another knife] Only me. Why do you think that is? Because high cuisine is an antiquated hierarchy built upon rules by stupid, old men. Rules designed to make it impossible for women to enter this world, but still I'm here. How did this happen?
Linguini: Well because you, because you -...
Colette: [pins Linguini's sleeve with a third knife] Because I am the toughest cook in this kitchen! I have worked too hard for too long to get here, and I am not going to jeopardize it for some garbage boy who got lucky! Got it?
Linguini: When I added that extra ingredient instead of following the recipe like you said, that wasn't me... either.
Colette: What do you mean?
Linguini: I mean, I wouldn't have done that. I would've followed the recipe, I would've followed your advice. I would've followed your advice 'til the ends of the Earth because I love youuuuuur advice. But...
Remy: [whispering, referring to Linguini] Don't do it...
Linguini: [hesitantly] I have a secret. It's sort of disturbing. I have a ra... I have a raaaaa...
Colette: You have a rash?
Linguini: No no no. I have this-this tiny, uh, little... little...
[quickly]
Linguini: a tiny chef who tells me what to do.
Larousse: Oh, look who it is! Alfredo Linguini! His mother's an old flame of Gusteau's.
Skinner: Ah, yes. How is Renata?
Linguini: She's good... well, not good, she's been better. She's, uh... she's -...
Horst: She died.
Skinner: [carelessly] Oh, I'm sorry
Linguini: Oh, no, don't be. She believed in Heaven, so she's covered... after-life speaking.
[gives Skinner letter]
Skinner: What is this?
Linguini: It's from my mother. She thought it would help... me get a job... here.
[Skinner has made Linguini drunk]
Skinner: So this is your first time cooking?
Linguini: My fifth time, actually. I think... Monday was my first time
Anton Ego: In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize that only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.
Linguini: So this is it. It's not much but it's, y'know... not much.
[referring to his home]
Gusteau: Food always comes to those who love to cook.
Linguini: Bonjour, ma ch閞ie. Join us. We were just talking about my inspiration.
Colette: Yes, he calls it his tiny chef.
Linguini: Not that, dearest, I meant you.
Django: Food is fuel. You get picky about what you put in the tank, your engine is gonna die. Now shut up and eat your garbage.
[from trailer]
Gusteau: You know what I say. Anyone can cook.
Remy: Yeah, anyone can cook. That doesn't mean anyone should.
Remy: [cooking a mushroom over the chimney] The key is to keep turning it to get the smoky flavor niiice and even.

如果不夠還有，但是限於字數無法粘貼。

⑹ 電影《小鼠大廚/料理鼠王》的英文簡介。簡單點

(Text/long ten Langs)thunder rice naturally the sense of taste be intelligent, however, since it be a rat, that has this artistic talent is also common matter.However the thunder rice still have many special place, like, it like to read a book, its favourite of an origin the book call 《everyone all ability be a cook 》, author is France genius cook Ao thou Si especially, the idol of thunder rice.Return to have, thunder rice not only like to read a book, and imagination Ao thou Si especially so do a great of cook.Father is big Gao of course not support thunder rice of dream.Have a little bit all know of some common sense, the rat arrived a kitchen, don't say that is a cook, even small life all would drive mankind to accept.Big high hope oneself of the son ability learn himself/herself, later inherit oneself of position, be the leader of sewer rat, lead many rat to pick up garbage to eat.The thunder rice still has at least sharp of the sense of smell, can distinguish which things poisonous didn't poison.

The thunder rice of course not give up oneself of dream, its ability call France the name of the most famous restaurant, acquaint with the way of doing of each vegetables, its time preparation become a cook.Finally once, it drive blunt go to sewer, after the thunder rice of escape from death wake up detection oneself originally go to idol kitchen, already lead a life time of Ao thou Si D ·thou Si especially establish restaurant underneath.At inside in the restaurant, thunder rice understanding do odd jobs in the kitchen of young man Lin2 Gui4 Ni2, Lin2 Gui4 Ni2 cooked of talent, but he want to protect this work very much, hence, thunder rice with Lin2 Gui4 Ni2 cooperation, hide in this person cook's hat, an intelligence one person physical labor, cooperation cook.This does the vegetables of to the combination deep popular, the thunder rice work together closely with Lin2 Gui4 Ni2, however still have many difficulty want to overcome, like the thunder rice want dodge make track for of chef to kill, but Lin2 Gui4 Ni2 be good to come home a person of comprehension still have fine love.However, the Ao thou Si the ghost of the D appear in the thunder rice and Lin2 Gui4 Ni2's in front, with the spirit tutor's identity guidance this two colleague cook, this to combination overcome difficulty do Paris most stick of the Pu Luo prosperous Si stew. (Net easy musement particularly draft, turn to carry to please to note source)