There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 390 This is my father
Longevity Inn, in the kitchen.

"Son, let me try?"

After watching it for two or three hours, Father Yan looked eager to try, "It doesn't look difficult, it's similar to cooking normally."

"Actually, it's really not difficult to make as long as you control your long-term anger." Yan Qingkong smiled and said, "Dad, try making pies first? This should be the easiest, not difficult."

"it is good."

Father Yan immediately rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands beside him.

"Dad, then you have to do everything yourself, let's boil the water first." Yan Qingkong pointed to the firewood.

Father Yan didn't say much, and immediately lit a fire in the stove.

The fire was lit several times in a row before the firewood was ignited, and then some dry firewood was added.

"All long lettuces are based on long life. Only when they are infused with long life can long lettuces show all kinds of magic..."

Yan Qingkong spoke slowly.

There's nothing to hide about this, and it's still his father.

After a while, the water in the pot became warm. Father Yan quickly prepared the flour and made a small hole in the middle.

While pouring water into it, stir constantly with chopsticks.

Although Yan's father is a chef of southern cuisine, he has cooked a lot of pasta, and he has done well.

"Sure enough, I have integrated into the eternal life."

At this time, Father Yan felt the traces of long life, and slowly drilled into the dough. A strange feeling made him very excited, so he raised his head and asked, "Is that right?"

"It's right to be wrong, but you must carefully control the amount of long life, and make the long life evenly blend into the dough."

Yan Qingkong said.

Father Yan nodded and made a face-to-face seriously.

After a while, I felt that the dough was different.

"Hey, it seems to be different, it looks a bit complicated." Father Yan couldn't help but exclaimed, no wonder the lettuce is so magical.

puff!
Suddenly, after a muffled sound, a puff of green smoke rose up, which startled Father Yan.

"How is this going?"

Father Yan looked bewildered, staring at the black charcoal in the basin, am I making dough?

How did the dough turn into charcoal?

After he was stunned for a few seconds, he seemed to understand a little bit, so he looked up at Yan Qingkong and asked, "Is this a failure in the face-to-face?"

Yan Qingkong smiled and nodded.

"If the dough fails, you don't need to fry it into charcoal, right?"

Father Yan looked a little dumbfounded, this scene was too weird, he shook his head and said: "Since you failed, then try again."

"Sure enough, it looks easy, but it is difficult to do."

Yan Qingkong didn't say much, just watched quietly from the side.

Father Yan was not discouraged, and poured hot water to knead the dough again, but then there was another "poof", and the dough turned into black charcoal again.

Failed again!

Then the third time, the fourth time...

For the eighth time in a row, Father Yan still failed to make noodles, and he was a little confused.

"Dad, why don't you go out for tea first?"

Yan Qingkong asked with a smile, afraid that his father would quit in a fit of anger.

He remembered that when he failed for the tenth time, he threw the ball of black charcoal and said angrily: Fuck, I won’t do it!

"Son, how many times did you fail?"

Father Yan asked, feeling a little unwilling.

"I don't remember, it should have been ten or twenty times." Yan Qingkong said a few more times.

When Father Yan heard this, he felt a little balanced.

However, when he thought of his majestic chef, he couldn't even make a pie, his face turned a little bad, and he said, "Son, if you want to drink tea, go, I will come by myself."

"also."

Yan Qingkong nodded and walked out of the kitchen.

Maybe if I stand aside, it will affect my father...

Seeing his son walking out, Father Yan took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

When he calmed down, he went to boil water and noodles.

However, what followed was another series of failures, which made him dejected, and he couldn't help sighing: "It's just a pie, should it be so difficult?"

He couldn't figure it out, it was so difficult to make a pie, what about those long lettuces?

At this moment, after thinking for a while, he washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen to the tea table.

Shen Zhibai, who was drinking tea at the tea table, was a little surprised when he saw a middle-aged man walking out of the living room.

Of course he knew this middle-aged man, after all, he had entered the Longevity Inn three times.

Because his surname is Yan, he pays more attention...

"Dad, this is Shen Zhibai, the second child of the Changsheng Inn, you should know each other." Yan Qingkong stood up, smiled and introduced, "Zhibai, this is my father."

"Hello Mr. Yan, I'm Shen Zhibai."

At this time, Shen Zhibai quickly stood up and said hello respectfully, and it turned out to be Mr. Yan's father.

"You're welcome, I'm not that old, just call me Uncle." Father Yan smiled, but he didn't care too much about it, he had heard his son talk about Shen Zhibai a long time ago.

Moreover, it has been in contact three times.

"Of course my uncle is not old, he looks like he is only in his 30s." Shen Zhibai smiled, "In the future, he will live forever, and the longer he lives, the younger he becomes..."

Father Yan laughed a few times and sat down.

"Dad, drink tea."

Yan Qingkong then sat down, but was snatched by Shen Zhibai when he was about to pour tea.

After the three of them drank tea for a while, a second predestined person came up on the stone platform, and Shen Zhibai hurried to greet him after saying a word.

"Dad, failed?" Yan Qingkong asked with a smile.

"It's really difficult." Father Yan felt a little helpless, so he stood up and said, "I'll try again, I'm sure I'll succeed this time."

"I don't believe it, I can't even reconcile face to face."

Father Yan walked in after finishing speaking.

Yan Qingkong didn't follow, he had already said what he needed to say, what Father Yan needed now was comprehension.

Only when you understand it yourself can you do it.

If he can't comprehend, no matter how much he talks, it's useless...

At this time, Father Yan went back to the kitchen and tried again, but failed again.

"Be sure to find out the reason for the failure..."

Father Yan knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely not succeed.

He thought about it carefully, and after thinking about it for a while, he understood the problem. The vitality blended into the dough was not even enough, or there was more or less.

As a result, the flour cannot withstand long life.

Although my son has already said it, but I don't seem to be able to do it, the technique is not skilled enough...

"Try again!"

Father Yan calmed down and began to concentrate on making the face.

At this time, his spirit was highly concentrated, and he felt the change of long anger carefully. Although he failed again, he knew what to do.

"The pie needs to be mixed with three strands of longevity, one strand of warm water, one strand of flour, and one strand of stuffing." Father Yan said, and a strand of longevity appeared on his fingertips. "But, how much is a strand of longevity?"

More is a wisp, less is also a wisp, there is no definite number at all.

Father Yan's brows furrowed, how to accurately blend in a ray of long-lasting vitality?

This is a puzzle!
More flour means more vitality; less flour means less vitality...

This amount is difficult to control, and he needs to try it out a little bit.

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(End of this chapter)