Daddy, step aside

Chapter 304 This is love
Huang Xiaonuan didn't pay attention, but raised her lotus root arm and slowly swept around, finally stopping in front of a thin boy.

"Me?!" The skinny boy pointed at himself with an expression of disbelief.

The entire back kitchen is becoming more and more indescribably weird.

Chef Gao suddenly opened his eyes wide, but it was fleeting.She smiled embarrassingly: "Xiao Liu, this is a rare opportunity, so perform well."

"Go or stay, there is only one person." Leng Ye's indifferent and cold voice sounded, making Chef Gao and Xiao Liu feel chills in their backs.

Everyone else stood aside, their eyes full of anticipation, and even full of jokes and expressions of eating melons while watching a good show come on stage.

Huang Xiaonuan ignored the two of them, just picked the ingredients he wanted from the ingredients rack, and started to prepare them.

And Xiao Liu and Chef Gao also took the ingredients they needed to start this PK competition.

Hibiscus soup is not a difficult dish, and the actions of the two are almost as consistent as the scriptures.

Leng Ye didn't care about the operations of the two chefs at all, but just stared at Huang Xiaonuan's skillful cooking movements for a moment.

Wash the spinach, cut carrots and shiitake mushrooms, take two prawns, remove their heads, pinch their tails, peel off their shells and pick out their threads, and then pat them hard with the back of a knife. The prawns look like dancing swallowtail butterflies.

Many chefs were also engrossed by Huang Xiaonuan's operation, seeing that this baby Nuan really has two brushes.

Unlike everyone's expected steps, Huang Xiaonuan took two small pots and filled them with clean water.

Put a piece of kombu in one of the pots, and add a little salt to the other pot after the water boils, drop a few drops of salad oil, and then put the whole spinach.

The spinach was scooped out as soon as it changed color.

As if there is no hot feeling, wring out the water from the spinach with bare hands, start dicing the stems and finely chop the leaves.

Take an egg without a moment's slack, only take the egg white, and stir.

The crisp sound of the chopsticks colliding with the bowl wall made Leng Ye feel as if he had passed away.

More than twenty years ago, his mother was beating eggs so skillfully, murmuring softly...

Correct!
Just like the little thing at the moment, there are plausible words in his mouth, but the voice is very soft, as light as a mosquito bite.

"Little thing, what are you talking about?" The voice of expectation, the expectation is even more ready to come out.

little things? !

Everyone panicked? !Such an intimate name... Did they know some secrets that they shouldn't know? !
There is an inexplicable rhythm of life-threatening.

The back of the neck tightened, trembling.

"86." Huang Xiaonuan did not raise his eyes, "Count. 88, 89, 90..."

"Why count?"

Huang Xiaonuan ignored it, just beat the eggs clockwise according to his own rhythm, and didn't stop until he counted to 120 times.

Facing the egg white liquid that has already made fine bubbles in the bowl, he said softly: "Bless the hibiscus soup in this cold night to be more delicious. Please, please."

The heart was hit hard, and a warm current broke through the mountains and directly penetrated into the abyss in his heart, rippling like fireworks, and permeated his whole body.

He couldn't hear his mother's soft murmurs when he was a child, but the last sentence, which was almost exactly the same, made his brain turbulent!

"May the hibiscus soup tonight be even more delicious." In my memory, my mother begged the egg liquid with such kindness.

Even if he doesn't taste this bowl of hibiscus soup at this moment, he is sure that the little thing can cook exactly the same taste as his mother.

Because, this is the taste of love!
He didn't dare to disturb or interrupt Huang Xiaonuan's rhythm, and asked after a thousand words.

　Yuanzi came into contact with cooking when she was very young. At that time, my grandmother was still alive. She taught me how to beat eggs and told me that the eggs should be beaten 120 times in one direction. At the end, I said please ask for the ingredients. I remember it to this day.

　　After so many years, I occasionally dream of my grandma, with her kind face. (tears in my eyes...)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)