Mecha Forger

The Brad family has the same origin, from William and Betty to the youngest Ed, no one is not a kitchen killer.

Brad himself, under the leadership of Tang Fan, is the one in their family who has a clearer understanding of him and is less lethal.

After all, Tang Fan really worked hard to help Brad distinguish between sugar and salt, soy sauce and vinegar, wheat sprouts and leeks...

Anyway, the final result is that Brad finally understands what is raw, what is cooked, what is edible, and what is poisonous.

As for the other things, Brad refused to learn any more, and Tang Fan happily stopped.

Therefore, when Mr. Bu and Mr. Zhao Ziyang asked Brad to cook, Brad himself was surprised.

As a foodie, a foodie who took nutritional supplements for ten days, Brad also wanted to have a good meal.

But he also knows very well that even if you don't admit it yourself, others will soon find out about kitchen killers.

Rather than letting others find out, it is better to confess it yourself so as not to harm others or yourself.

Brad honestly confessed the fact that he was a kitchen killer and betrayed his friend Tang Fan.

Thinking of the delicacies that Tang Fan had cooked, Brad the porter couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

If Tang Fan became a chef, he would be able to mix in some leftovers!

With this dream in mind, Brad could not help but speed up his pace.

Mr. Zhao Ziyang and Mr. Bu came to Brad with full confidence, but were beaten mercilessly by Brad.

When a foodie is not a chef, how can you expect a malnourished little one?

But they have no choice!

With the idea of ​​​​treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, the two of them approached Tang Fan with a grimace.

After hearing their intentions, Tang Fan nodded happily.

Mr. Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth and took out the few ingredients, then closed his eyes and walked out of the kitchen quickly.

Out of sight, out of mind, Lao Bu understands this feeling.

But when Tang Fan shuttled around the kitchen with ease, turning the ingredients into various shapes, putting them into different containers, frying and frying, the room gradually radiated a warm feeling that was unique to food. the taste of.

Mr. Zhao Ziyang's expression gradually changed from solemn to expectant, and Lao Bu quickly ran next door to call his wife and children.

When Brad got off work and opened the door, he was shocked.

Everyone in the living room looked towards the kitchen, their eyes flashing green like hungry wolves.

Brad smelled the aroma of all kinds of food, looked at the flashing indicator lights in the kitchen, and immediately joined the queue waiting to be fed.

Not only that, he also became the one who couldn't wait the most.

"Ah Fan, how long will it take to get better? My stomach is already growling with hunger!"

This sentence expresses everyone's feelings.

Everyone unanimously gave Brad a thumbs up and a like.

Tang Fan poked his head out of the kitchen and said angrily: "I only have one head and two hands, so I can't make three heads and six arms.

If you want to eat early, hurry up and come over to help. "

When Brad heard Tang Fan's instructions, he immediately trotted to Tang Fan's side.

Although he is a kitchen killer and can never distinguish between ingredients and seasonings, under Tang Fan's command, washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, and controlling fire are no problem.

With Brad's help, half an hour later, the food was finally on the table.

Mr. Zhao Ziyang is not rich either. The ingredients are the common ones: low-quality white rice, a piece of rabbit meat from the first-level star beast long-haired rabbit, a hind leg from the second-level star beast cuckoo chicken, and a handful of first-level mutant plant sweeteners. Tree leaves, two cuckoo chicken eggs.

Such simple ingredients were transformed by Tang Fan's skillful hands into a table of delicacies that were full of color, flavor and flavor.

White-cut rabbit meat, griddle-cooked rabbit meat, Kung Pao diced rabbit, cold gogu chicken, sweet leaf scrambled eggs, hibiscus eggs...

Even the rabbit bones and chicken bones were not wasted and turned into a pot of soup.

Finally, Tang Fan also served a pot of staple food - white porridge.

The people at the table did not care about the dignity of the host and the guest, and some were quick and some were slow. They fought over each other to finish the table full of food.

Foodies are everywhere. And, they are easily exposed by a little treat.

Mr. Zhao Ziyang and Mrs. Bu are hidden foodies.

Being attracted by Tang Fan's meal, he wanted to have a delicious meal every now and then, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable all over.

From then on, Tang Fan firmly held the position of chef and lived a painful and happy life.

The reason why it hurts is because I have to serve food for a room full of people every now and then. It's hard to reconcile everyone's tastes, and it's not an easy job to satisfy everyone.

And happiness is because Tang Fan can not only take Brad to eat for free, but also get the benefits from the fingers of Mr. Zhao Ziyang and Mr. Bu.

Mr. Zhao Ziyang is spiritually wealthy. He has been working in the foundry workshop since he was a child. He has received professional and systematic training as a foundry master from the old Zhao family. With a solid foundation, Tang Fan can avoid many detours with just a few words of advice.

But Lao Bu is materially wealthy.

He was guarding such a large mecha foundry, which was full of scraps and substandard products. As long as the recycling department was opened, Tang Fan would have a steady stream of practice opportunities.

If the two of you miss something intentionally, and I miss something, it will become an objective wealth in Tang Fan's hands.

Apart from working eight hours and cooking for everyone, Tang Fan only rests for six hours a day, and spends the rest of his time studying and researching.

Tang Fan was addicted to learning and couldn't help himself, so the gains were naturally huge.

Mr. Zhao Ziyang and Lao Bu, who boasted that they still had some wealth, were lamenting that they were about to be wiped out by Tang Fan.

Such simple and happy time always flies by.

I don't know if it was because he ate too much free food, but Tang Fan "expanded" rapidly in just over twenty days.

His height, which he had not seen for a long time, suddenly shot up from the ground, jumping from 1.65 meters to 1.68 meters.

Correspondingly, his weight also increased, from forty-three kilograms to fifty kilograms.

Although he is 1.68 meters tall and weighs 50 kilograms, Tang Fan still looks malnourished, like a skinny bamboo pole. But it's still a little better than when I first arrived, when I could run when the wind blew.

Just when Tang Fan was feeling proud that he had finally grown taller, side effects also appeared.

The feminine features he had concealed for fifteen years finally... couldn't be hidden anymore.

His aunt, a relative who had never been to his family, finally arrived belatedly when he was fifteen.

How do you say that?

Auntie may be late, but she will never be absent.