Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2142 Willingly (49)

From the awkwardness and worry at the beginning, the master master soon changed to a face full of surprise later on.

The person who has never been in the kitchen can tell the ratio of flour and water casually.

After finishing speaking, he still looked blank, as if talking casually.

When stirring the minced meat and adding seasonings, he also put them casually.

Based on feeling, there is no definite number.

I feel that it is almost done, so I will not let it go, and then show it to him.

The old master looked stunned.

Rao has lived most of his life, and he has never met someone so talented in cooking.

It is simply born to do this, and God chases and feeds.

The little boy's hands are soft and tender, and he has never done any work before.

White and soft, thin, clean and slender.

When I picked up the kitchen knife and cut the carrots, I started to cut them carefully one by one.

His fair and beautiful fingers were stained with crystal drops of water. He lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, and his cheeks bulged slightly.

Extremely serious and focused, as if doing something big.

One piece... two pieces... three pieces...

Carefully, extra clumsily.

The housekeeper outside was a little terrified, afraid that he would cut himself.

But obviously, everyone underestimated his talent.

After cutting a few slices, he became proficient.

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

The kitchen knife is getting faster and faster.

From the beginning, there was a break, to the end, it went straight to the flowing water, and the knife skills were amazing.

In the blink of an eye, a carrot was cut.

Except for the unsightly first few slices, the rest of the slices are as thin as a cicada's wing, with an even thickness.

The master watched and fell into silence for a while.

Inexplicably, there was a feeling that I might lose my job.

After the little boy cut it, he put down the knife.

Raising the hands with the sleeves rolled up, she looked at him, as if a little excited.

"What's next?"

While saying this, his eyes were warm and bright, clear and moving, like a harmless tree elf.

The tone is soft, and the fingers are also soft.

The apron is tied around the waist, and it smells of smoke and fire from the kitchen, but the body still has a pure and soft breath.

Extreme contrast, abrupt and inexplicably coordinated.

As if he shouldn't appear here, and as if, appearing here is a very normal thing.

The master chef was stunned and didn't speak.

It wasn't until he unhappily picked up the kitchen knife and buckled it, and stood it deeply on the chopping board, that the old master came back to his senses.

"Oh... next..."

"The next step is...ah yes, the next step is to cut the pork and chop them into minced meat..."

The little boy snorted and picked up the washed pork from the side.

start cutting.

Cut into small pieces first, and then start chopping.

This step, the master has not had time to tell him.

But he seemed to subconsciously know to do it.

It doesn't need to be said at all.

The master was even more shocked.

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morning.

The snow has been falling, and the first snow in winter seems to be a good start.

The sun was covered by the thick clouds, and the clouds scattered the snow wantonly.

The strong wind was blowing, but it couldn't blow away the dark clouds.

Only the light snow is blown away, from the north to the south, from the sky to the ground.

It's biting, from the inside out.

Royal Palace.

In the huge and solemn palace, the bell rang for the end of the court.

Vigorous and ethereal, resounding through the sky.

The courtiers who came to worship before dawn, with the heavy and solemn bell ringing, slowly retreated.

(End of this chapter)