After the divorce, the farming dad’s aggressive life

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All eyes were on it.

Chen Feng was not the slightest bit unnatural, as early as when the group of them came over, the local masters had been secretly watching.

to this moment.

The arranger of this game is self-evident, it may be Qin Koulong, or it may be his subordinates who made their own claims and specially gave Chen Feng a dismount.

The probability of the latter is relatively large.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come.

Chen Feng can only say that the pattern is small.

This game, can't take it?

Seeing that Chen Feng did not move in the slightest, this teacher slapped his hand and smiled loudly again: "Master Chen, long admired the great name, under Chen Qian, and you were the family eight hundred years ago, today with Master Chen to teach one or two, your own brother has passed, is it not excessive, right?"

"Haha, of course it's not excessive."

"In comparison.... Compare.

"Look at the strong master of our village, or the foreign master is good at the spoon (the foreign monk is good at chanting)!"

"Yes, just to help everyone."

As Chen Qian's words fell, the responders were like clouds, anyway, it was not a big deal to see the excitement.

The other masters did not respond, and Master Liang shook his head at Chen Feng, asking him not to take this competition.

Chen Feng's knowledge is all some old craft snacks, and he has never shown any systematic craftsmanship of the eight major cuisines, which is a big loss in comparison.

Seeing Chen Feng smiling and not speaking.

"Master Chen, have you been in the car for a long time and are a little dizzy, do you want to wait for you slowly?"

Chen Qian continued to hold it.

"No thanks."

Chen Feng waved his hand, "Brother Chen Qian, I see that your name is correct, born for money, die for money."

Chen Qian's face changed, "What do you mean?" "

Literally."

Chen Feng smiled, "When I first arrived, I didn't accept the water and soil, do you want to give everyone the whole meal first?" "Good

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Chen Qian did not help Chen Feng to retort, and directly laughed and said quickly: "Master Chen agreed, then I will first get an axe to show my hand and let Master Chen taste it." "

Boys, set the table."

Chen Qian turned around and actually sang the drama restoredly.

"Good!"

"Good, good!"

The atmosphere at the scene became even more warm, and they rural people, who did not like to watch anything else, loved to watch and sing big dramas.

"Three byes!"

Meanwhile.

Under the statue on Qin Tianhao's side, the two apprentices temporarily repented, and they quickly finished worshiping.

The two returned joyfully holding a bulging big red envelope, which made the other apprentices envious, and the masters of the two were also not good.

On Chen Feng's side, several new tables were quickly placed on the edge of the shed.

The villagers invited the masters to quickly sit down and brought sorghum wine made from grain.

The villagers who quickly came to see the lively villagers next to them, and they were in no hurry to eat their meals.

Master Chen Qian asked the masters from the big city to compete, and if they won, this was a matter of earning noodles for their Qinjia Village, and they had to come over to support it.

Chen Qian came to the stove and said while heating the pot: "We are fighting with the Chu River today, let's discuss the victory and defeat with three dishes."

Chen Feng smiled and did not speak, but poured himself a cup of tea and drank it slowly.

Master Liang said, "Master Chen, you shouldn't have agreed to compare with them."

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Did I promise to compare with him?" "

Ahhh

Master Liang didn't react a little, and suddenly slapped his thigh, "Miao, it's all this Master Chen Qian's own affection, but Master Chen, it's not good to step down later."

Chen Feng smiled and did not respond.

At this moment, Master Liang's apprentice Zhang Kai came over and whispered: "Master, Uncle Chen, I inquired just now, this Chen Qian is the chef of this flowing water table, his Hui cuisine skills are a must, once seemed to have been from the master to the master..."

Before Zhang Kai's words were finished, Chen Qian's high-pitched voice said: "The remaining two dishes are Huangshan edamame tofu and Qianzhengshan bamboo shoots, both of which are worthless Hui dishes, please advise."

"Good! As soon as the head of the fish is raised, good luck often comes. "

If the head of the fish does not go, the red luck will be the head."

"A photo of the head of the fish, auspicious to come ah, haha."

Chen Qian was doing it there, and the villagers watching the play next to him said auspicious words and cheered one by one.

The atmosphere is very lively.

Chen Feng didn't look at the side of the greenhouse, just drinking hot tea from the countryside, which had a special taste of firewood.

Smell the unique forest atmosphere of the countryside, enjoy the beautiful scenery of the mountains, and look at the unique fireworks in this rural table.

Such wild fun is basically not seen in the city.

Chen Feng is a little homesick, his parents have been going back for a while, and when the Qin family's trip is over, he has laid such a foundation, is it time to return to the brocade?

Wandering thoughts don't last long.

"It's ugly."

Chen Qian's voice sounded.

A smelly mandarin fish with a strong smell has been placed on the table.

Chen Qian was quickly preparing the next dish.

All eyes brushed their eyes in unison to look at Chen Feng.

"Master Chen eats first."

There are villagers who open their mouths.

At the same time, five people from the other side picked up chopsticks, and in addition to him, four masters on Chen Feng's side picked up chopsticks.

I think that these ten people, including Chen Feng himself, are the temporary judges this time.

Although this Chen Qian deliberately found Chen Feng's stubble for Qian, the judges did not take advantage of him.

I think it is also a man who bends his waist for five bucket meters.

"Then you're welcome."

Chen Feng picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat from the most tender bone clip in the waist of the stinky mandarin fish.

Chew down in one bite.

The smell of dried ingredients and the fishy smell, combined with the unique tenderness of the fish, completely exploded in Chen Feng's taste buds.

"Good!"

Chen Feng praised, "Master Chen Qian is a good craftsmanship. "

Haha, thank you Master Chen Fuzan."

Chen Qian laughed loudly, the cauldron in his hand shook three times, and the mangosteen shoots were ripening in the fire of pouring oil.

This scene drew applause from the villagers.

Very fast kung fu.

The two dishes of Huangshan Edamame Tofu and Wenzhengshan Shoot were quickly served on the table, and Chen Feng did not stop chopsticks throughout the whole process, and even let them serve a few large dishes that had been prepared long ago.

With each bite, I did not hesitate to praise, and at the same time, I put down chopsticks and ate two large bowls of rice.

He also praised Chen Qian's smile and couldn't close his mouth, but he didn't see that this white Master Chen was so polite.

"Master Chen, it's your turn."

Chen Qian wiped the sweat on his forehead with the sweat towel on his shoulder and said, "The taste of my three dishes is not bad."

Chen Feng wiped his oily mouth with a tissue, and gave a thumbs up in everyone's gaze, "Not bad, this dish should only be in the sky, and it is rare to taste it a few times in the world, Qin family.... Didn't come in vain. "

Haha."

"Good!"

"Master Chen is bright."

Chen Qian was praised like this, and his smile was even worse: "Master Chen, it's your turn now."

Chen Feng stood up and patted his butt.

"I...."

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