The genius villain's mother is going crazy in the kid's variety show by relying on food

Chapter 198 A sentence that makes people feel guilty
Teacher Zhang doesn't have fixed steps when cooking; everything depends on her inspiration.

But this is the thing that kitchen novices hate the most!

Often when this flash of inspiration comes, it is the moment of failure.

Seeing that the temperature of the iron pot had not yet risen, Teacher Zhang threw the pork belly cut into small pieces into it. He used the iron spatula to stir it twice. The pork did not change color, but Teacher Zhang had already hurriedly poured potatoes into it...

Nanzhi stopped her in time.

Teacher Zhang looked back puzzled:

"what happened?"

Nanzhi rubbed his temples feebly:
"Teacher Zhang...do you always cook like this?"

"of course not!"

Teacher Zhang answered promptly before Nanzhi had time to breathe a sigh of relief.

Then she continued to answer honestly:

"There were times when I poured the potatoes first and then the meat."

"Is it tasty?"

Nanzhi expressed doubt.

Teacher Zhang thought for a while:
"Not bad, at least the kids enjoyed their meal."

"..."

Nanzhi's silent expression made the audience laugh continuously.

[I was originally very depressed by Mr. Zhang's operation, but Nanzhi made me laugh again, hahaha! ]

[Teacher Zhang is really good at acting like me! I cook whatever comes to mind! ]

[I'm really curious, don't you guys look at the recipe? ]

[Why do I need to look at the recipe? I’m a great cook! ]

[The barrage of comments powerfully interprets Mr. Zhang’s inner thoughts. ]

[Will children really find it delicious? I doubt it.]

[A child who once walked out of Cuishui Village Primary School will answer you: It’s not delicious, but it’s all from Teacher Zhang’s heart.]

[Wow! Someone actually showed up! How magical! ]

[Well, I saw the news in the class group that Teacher Zhang was on a variety show, so I quickly came to take a look. ]

……

Case solved.

Teacher Zhang’s students personally told everyone the answer.

It also aroused everyone's curiosity:
Why is Teacher Zhang so confident?

Soon.

Teacher Zhang probably figured out something from Nanzhi's expression. She said hesitantly:
"Actually, I don't know if it tastes good or not, because I can't taste it."

"Ok?"

The truth surprised Nanzhi very much.

She wanted to ask the reason, but felt that it was private and it was not convenient to ask more questions.

It was Teacher Zhang who brought it up because she thought it was no big deal:

"The school environment was bad before. I was hit on the head by a tile falling from the roof. After that, I lost my sense of smell and could hardly taste anything. So, I only felt this way when I saw the children praising my cooking... Are they just trying to coax me?"

The answer is obvious.

It is the kindness of the children that protects Teacher Zhang’s confidence in her cooking skills.

When Nanzhi thought of this, her chest felt so tight that she couldn't speak.

She regretted it.

But after thinking about it, I can only say:
"Feel sorry."

Teacher Zhang roughly understood what was going on, waved his hand nonchalantly, and said with a smile:
"It's okay! Thanks to you for telling me today! Otherwise, I would have really thought that my cooking was delicious. I don't know how long I would have continued to trouble the children!"

The more relaxed Teacher Zhang's tone was, the more uncomfortable Nanzhi felt.

The same is true for the audience in the live broadcast room:

[My eyes peed, woooo. ]

[Nanzhi regrets it so much, and I regret it too. I shouldn't have laughed at Teacher Zhang for being so confident.]

[For the hundredth time, I want to travel back in time and scold all those who maliciously speculated about Teacher Zhang! ]

[The children probably knew that Teacher Zhang couldn't taste anything, so they concealed it on purpose.]

[The other teachers must have helped keep it a secret, everyone is doing well and feeling warm inside.]...

Nanzhi didn't know how to make up for it.

It was Teacher Zhang who saw her guilt and uneasiness, so he took the initiative to say:

"Why don't you teach me how to cook?"

Nanzhi agreed without thinking.

Since we are teaching you how to cook, let’s start with this dish of braised pork and potatoes.

Nanzhi did not take the spatula directly, but stood next to Teacher Zhang and directed her.

Teacher Zhang wants to retreat:
"You should come, I'll just watch from the side."

Nanzhi firmly held her shoulders:

"It's okay, trust me. Start by changing the knife, take out the potatoes and cut them again."

She made the request and Teacher Zhang followed it subconsciously.

Before he knew it, Teacher Zhang had forgotten that he wanted to give up the iron pot, and continued to stand nervously in front of the stove, clumsily chopping vegetables:

"Is this okay?"

Nanzhi nodded and said yes.

Then, she continued to explain in a gentle voice:

"Potatoes can't be cut so big. It's better to cut them into uniform sizes so that they can be evenly flavored..."

"The meat should be stir-fried in advance to bring out the aroma of its fat..."

"The iron pan must be hot enough to prevent it from sticking..."

"Right, that is it……"

Nanzhi did not use those complicated methods, all the steps are the simplest and easiest to learn.

Coupled with her patience and timely encouragement, Teacher Zhang gradually relaxed and was no longer as tense as before.

Soon, the potatoes and meat in the pot became oily and bright red, and a mellow aroma wafted from the iron pot.

Teacher Zhang can't smell anything.

But just by looking at the potatoes and pork cooked in the pot under Nanzhi's instruction, and comparing it with the bland potatoes and pork that he had made before, it was clear which was better.

Teacher Zhang couldn't help but smile and felt satisfied.

Then he thought of the children who had been "poisoned" by his poor cooking skills, and his satisfaction turned into loss, and even his eyebrows and eyes became a little gloomy.

She took out the potatoes and the meat and said:
"It's almost time for lunch, I'll go get ready."

Before Nanzhi could say anything, she watched Teacher Zhang's back disappear at the kitchen door.

She sighed and fried the remaining cabbage.

The radish and pork ribs soup was almost done. As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, the delicious aroma of the soup continued to spread around the kitchen.

The students who had just entered the cafeteria smelled it and looked around curiously:

"Hmm? What's that smell? It smells so good!"

“Is this the smell of our school?”

“So hungry, so hungry!”

"No way, it's also Teacher Zhang who cooked today."

"what."

"Everyone remember this! You can't say it doesn't taste good!"

"Remember, remember! I won't let Teacher Zhang know!"

"..."

Teacher Zhang just walked out of the cafeteria and heard this.

Her eyes were a little sour, and she felt both self-blame and touched.

In the end, he still pretended to know nothing:

"Children, come and eat! Today we have meat and potatoes!"

When the children heard this, they immediately gathered around happily.

These children are not completely unable to afford meat at home, but their elders live in poverty and are frugal in everything, so they only eat meat once or twice a week at most.

Therefore, being able to eat extra meat at school is something they look forward to every day.

Even though they all knew that the meat cooked by Teacher Zhang was not delicious, they were still happy.