Explosive Filial Piety Is Like Thunder: Son, Please Stop Talking

"Nothing." Lin Chen glanced at the camera above the living room.

Li Siyuan understood what he meant at a glance, and didn't ask any further questions.

The audience in the live broadcast room didn't expect that Lin Chen would still tease everyone, and they scratched their heads and wanted to know what they said.

Lao Wei and Xing Xing's father went into the kitchen together: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Of course there is." Li Siyuan was not polite, everyone was already getting along very well.

"I just thawed the meat and it's still soaking in water, cut it up, and the yam needs to be peeled and sliced.

Lao Wei felt that he was not suitable for playing with a kitchen knife, so he took the yam and prepared to peel it.

Lin Chen was speechless when he saw it: "Yams can't be peeled like this."

Old Wei stared blankly at Lin Chen: "Then how do you peel the skin?"

Li Siyuan looked over, he had never cooked yams before, so he didn't know, if you can't use a scraper to peel the skin, should you use a kitchen knife?

"Yam contains saponin and alkaloids. Direct contact with the skin will cause itching. Some people who are sensitive to saponin and alkaloids will also experience redness and swelling. Therefore, you should not directly touch the yam with your hands to peel it." Lin Chen explained.

He is an expert cook and knows the ingredients very well.

The fans in the 26th room of the live broadcast were also diverted, and many mothers immediately stood up to speak.

"Yes, yes, my children like to eat yams, but every time I peel the yams, my hands will itch for a long time. I can only wash my hands with soap every time, but the effect is not very obvious."

"When I cook at home, I always wear gloves to peel the skin. Although I won't touch the yam juice and my hands don't itch, wearing gloves is very troublesome and uncomfortable."

"No wonder I like to eat yam, but my wife always doesn't like to cook it. She always cooks my favorite dishes before, but yam is the only one that doesn't like it."

"It turns out that this is the reason why my hands itch when peeling yams. Every time I cook the yams and then peel them, my hands won't itch, but the yams won't be crispy anymore."

This is obviously beyond the scope of knowledge of the three men, and they all stared at Lin Chen in a daze: "Then what should we do?"

"Do you want to wear gloves? But we didn't buy gloves either." After all, Li Siyuan was single and had a baby, so he reacted a little faster than others.

"No need." Lin Chen shook his head, and took out a chopstick from the chopstick box: "Put the yam on the chopstick, then hold the chopstick and peel it.

In this way, you will not touch the juice of raw yam with your hands, and naturally there will be no itching symptoms.

And in the live broadcast room, everyone began to admire.

"Yeah, it's okay."

"Lin Chen is really smart, he studies well, and he can handle small problems in life so well.

"I have learned and learned, and I will never be afraid of handling yams in the future!"

"But after washing the yam, you still have to touch it, right?"

Some people in the live broadcast room don’t need Lin Chen to worry about this, a few men can give everyone a reference method.

No more meticulous than a housewife, Lao Wei threw the yams into the vegetable bowl after peeling the skin. After receiving the water, he turned the other vegetable bowl upside down and began to shake.

After shaking for a while, pour the water away, then turn around and ask Lin Chen: "Does it still itch when you touch it now?"

"When the saponin and alkaloids on the outside are almost removed, you can cut it directly. If your hands are still itchy, you can bake it with fire for a while. High temperature will destroy the saponin and alkaloids.

Xingxing's father and Li Siyuan came to do the chopping of vegetables, but looking at them, Lin Chen suddenly felt a little worried.

"Why don't I come?" Lin Chen rolled up his sleeves and prepared to chop vegetables by himself.

"We adults are all here, why do you have to work as a child?" Li Siyuan pushed Lin Chen out of the kitchen.

"Yes, you are still young, and the kitchen is full of knives and fire, you should go to the living room to play with your brothers." Xingxing's father also turned around with a smile.

Old Wei is much more frank. His habit of getting along with Xiao Weiwei at home makes him treat Lin Chen more as an equal when he gets along with Lin Chen.

"If you're really bored, just think about our show."

As Lao Wei spoke, he winked at Lin Chen mysteriously.

Lin Chen was helpless: "Okay."

It's just processing the ingredients, and he should be able to do it well without him. It's just that many operations may look angry in the eyes of a person with culinary skills.

Lin Chen came to the living room, and the little lamb was playing cartoons of Happy and Big Big Wolf on the remote control TV.

As soon as Lin Chen came out, the children were about to gather around him, wanting to pester him to play together.

Lin Chen had a headache, he immediately took out a book, no matter what it was, and sat aside to read it.

The little lamb focused all his attention on the TV and didn't look at him. The other children didn't dare to disturb Lin Chen's reading. Only the audience in the live broadcast room could vaguely see that the book seemed to be upside down.

"Is Lin Chen practicing the skill of reading backwards?"

"The upstairs is too naive, Lin Chen doesn't want to bring children, so he pretends to be reading.

"It turned out that Lin Chen, who is omnipotent, is afraid of bringing up children. I remembered the 50 children chatting around Lin Chen before, but our Lin Chen had a cold face."

"Hahaha, that's really embarrassing us, Lin Chen. Fortunately, the kids in the Dream Team are more sensible. What kind of fairy team is this?"

Lin Chen is indeed pretending to read a book. Now that he has decided to perform the sketch, the plot is also very important. He is thinking about how to integrate Hainan's folk customs into the sketch.

However, this did not bother Lin Chen, he quickly remembered a festival, March 3rd.

He was not from Hainan in his previous life, but he knew that many ethnic minorities celebrated March 3rd. At first he thought it was just a festival for a certain ethnic group, until he got to know people of many different ethnic groups and found that there were people who celebrated March 3rd. Three asked for leave this day to go back to the festival.

I just don't know which day is such a grand festival in the folk customs of Hainan in this life.

The specific situation may still need to be understood by the friends of Xingxing Dad before making a decision. It is best to choose to be a microcosm of the festival day.

These problems that need to consult information or ask people for advice cannot be solved in a short time, Lin Chen turned his attention back to the system.

It's just that I haven't looked at the system for a long time, and the accumulated popularity value has reached more than 900,000.

Lin Chen looked at the button for the lottery draw, feeling really itchy.

He'll just give it a try, he shouldn't be so unlucky, right?

[Does it cost 200,000 people to draw a lottery?]

【Yes!】

【Thank you for your patronage!】

Lin Chen's eyes widened, are his hands so dark?

[Does it cost 200,000 people to draw a lottery?]

【Yes!】

【Thank you for your patronage!】.