Magical comprehensive travel

Mu Hantian's cooking room suddenly became famous in the whole school. They wondered what the cooking class would be like in the future? Nangong was stunned that month. Everything he did was very good, including the cooking that boys were not good at.

There are basically three or four cooking classes a day. There are only 15 classes in the middle school. Most of them are the fourth class in the morning and the first and last class in the afternoon. Very suitable for filling your stomach.

Mu Hantian doesn't mind. His stomach is full after a day's class. And the course is also very interesting.

After returning to the apartment, he also quarreled to ask Mu Hantian to do it again that month. Soon, everyone in the apartment ate delicious barbecue. The third daughter of Kru was very surprised.

In the fourth class the next morning, it was shallot's turn. Shallot hid behind the crowd, his eyes a little flustered and shy. Why is he cooking? It's obviously to see himself make a fool of himself!

"I'm so happy that I can take your class again, although it's not physical education, but cooking." Mu Hantian said with a smile.

"Cold weather teacher, please give me more advice in the future." they looked excited and looked forward to Mu cold weather teaching them how to cook, such as the barbecue they wanted to eat.

"Teacher, are we going to learn barbecue today?" a girl asked curiously.

"We'll talk about it after barbecue. Today we learn curry rice. Look, I've prepared the materials." Mu Hantian lifted the white cloth on the table and revealed the fresh ingredients. There are high-grade meat pieces, carrots, potatoes... All traditional curry ingredients.

Male students have some regrets that they can't eat yesterday's delicious barbecue.

"You came here not to taste delicious food, but to learn how to cook. Don't forget your original intention. If you behave well in the future, the teacher will satisfy your appetite," Mu said.

"Teacher, can you not do it?" shallot raised his hand and asked.

"No, everyone has to do it. If you can't, the teacher will guide you personally. Now the teacher will demonstrate it first, and you can try it."

The knife in hand quickly cuts the meat, carrots and potatoes into pieces, adjusts the proportion and stews them in a large pot. While showing them in slow motion, he explained.

When it was almost ready, Mu Hantian put the seasoning into the pot and stirred it with a spoon.

"Well, let's take the plates with us, but everyone can only get some. If you want to eat, you have to make it yourself." Mu Hantian said seriously.

The students smelled the smell in the pot and couldn't help it. They took bowls and some rice one by one and lined up to Mu Hantian to take the curry. The pair of friends from the ancient city of Xiao and the base tree of lost seta were behind, looking lazy.

They assigned Mu cold weather samples. They tried to taste them. They only felt that they were full of sweet and delicious. After eating, everyone looked at Mu Hantian's big pot.

Looking at everyone's appearance, Mu Hantian felt a sense of achievement: "from now on, learn to do it yourself. Ask the teacher if you don't understand. After doing it, the teacher will help you taste it and see if there is anything missing."

Everyone was in high spirits and chose materials one after another. Mu Hantian took a look and found that only xiaogucheng was skilled. It seems that he didn't cook less for his sister at home.

Mu Hantian focused on observing shallots and found that her knife work was very good and neat than others.

The whole cooking room became very lively. Before long, some students did a good job. Mu Hantian tried to taste it and found it was not bad. Although the taste may be much worse, it was good for the first time.

After the shallot was done, the girls around were invited to taste it. They couldn't refuse and tasted it a little. Mu Hantian tasted it with curiosity.

Suddenly, together with Mu Hantian, all six people were petrified and their faces turned blue. The taste of curry is really not enough for outsiders. In short, it's early seedling bread. (what is Zaomiao bread? Check it yourself.)

"Oh, oh! I forgot to remind the teacher that shallot's cooking ability is very poor. I once baked a cake in Grade 5 of primary school and sent the whole class of 15 boys to the hospital. Therefore, I won the title of" weapons of mass murder ". Loss setaki said with fear.