"Let's go, let's go eat." Lin Feng said, and dragged Nakiri Erina to a side alley.

From a distance, I could smell the aroma of various foods mixed together.

Lin Feng saw a group of people gathered in front of a booth, eating pie-shaped food, so he pulled Nakiri Erina and walked over.

Nakiri Erina, who had been being pulled by Lin Feng, had no idea of ​​resistance except for the blushing on her pretty face, which surprised Ao Jiao Miao herself.

"Boss, what is this?"

"Pepper cake." The boss was a middle-aged man. After hearing that Lin Feng was using Chinese, he asked with a smile, "Young man, are you Chinese too?"

"no, I am chinese."

Lin Feng smiled at the middle-aged man, then turned to ask Nakiri Erina, "How about it, do you want to try it?"

Try?

Nakiri Erina glanced at the girl beside her, who was holding a hot, plump pepperoni wrapped in yellow paper and put it to her mouth. When she took a bite, she showed a satisfied expression on her face.

Impossible, it's obviously not a popular dish, how could it make people so happy to eat?However, thinking that Lin Feng often feeds her some third-rate dishes, he also transmits to her the misunderstanding of 'high-end cuisine and not being in the class'.For a while, Nakiri Eri frowned, hesitating whether to agree to Lin Feng and taste the pepper cake.

"Boss, can you borrow your cooking station, she has a tricky taste and only likes to eat the dishes I make." Lin Feng said while taking out the money.

No matter where you are, money is hard currency, and the truth that money can make a ghost run the mill will never change.  …

After seeing Lin Feng so cheerful, the middle-aged uncle gave way to Lin Feng. At the same time, he glanced at the blushing Nakiri Erina and said, "Young man, this is your girlfriend, she looks so pretty."

"That's right, it's not!"

Before Lin Feng could speak, Nakiri Erina suddenly said, "We are classmates."

"Yes, she's right." Lin Feng looked at Nakiri Erina, who was blushing, and said, "We're classmates now, and in the future."

Nakiri Erina may not understand the Chinese language is broad and profound, but the middle-aged uncle understood it at once, then gave Lin Feng a thumbs up and said, "Oh, my unsatisfactory child wants to be like you, I I am satisfied.”

"Don't say that"

Lin Feng, who was washing his hands, continued to say after hearing the middle-aged uncle's words: "Are you a student? It's better to focus on your studies."

After hearing Lin Feng's words, the customer on the side hurriedly said, "Friend, you may not know Uncle Liu's son. That is a typical example of not learning well, and following a group of hooligans."

"Ugh"

Hearing that others mentioned his unsatisfactory son again, the middle-aged uncle sighed and said, "It's not a problem to make trouble, it's just that his uncle finally managed to ask around, and on 1.9, he got him to enter the Yuanyue Sariao Cooking School. The qualifications to study, but this unsatisfactory child actually said that he would rather hang out with a group of brothers than be a cook who only knows how to cook.”

"It's really disappointing!"

Hearing Erina Nakiri suddenly speak, the middle-aged uncle was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Oh, there's no way, I've been begging the third child all these years, right, which school are you from?"

Lin Feng, who was snickering at Nakiri Erina's comment just now, saw the hesitant Aojiao Meow, thought for a moment, then turned to look at the middle-aged uncle and said, "That's us from Togetsu Saryo Cooking Academy. student."

ps: I thought about it, I really can't satisfy too many people's tastes, as long as there are people who insist on subscribing, I will write the best stories for you. .

Body 133. Did you do it on purpose? (Second more)

It has been more than two months since he came to this world, and Lin Feng also fully understands the influence of Togetsu Sariao Cooking School on the local residents of Japan.

For chefs, Togetsu Academy is equivalent to a place of pilgrimage in their minds, just like as long as they can enter Togetsu Academy to study, their cooking skills will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

After hearing Lin Feng's words, everyone present showed expressions of disbelief and began to discuss.

"Are you really a student of Togetsu Saryo Cooking Academy?"

"Can you let me taste the peppercorns you made?"

"I heard that Tozuki's students are all first-class chefs!"

The voice of everyone's discussion came from his ears, and the middle-aged uncle's expression froze at first, and then he asked in disbelief, "You, are you students of Yuanyue Sariao Cooking School?"

"correct."

Lin Feng nodded and said with a smile, "Like you, I am also a chef."

"No, no," the middle-aged uncle waved his hands and said, "I'm just a hawker making cakes at best. Compared with you, what's the matter?"

"Cough cough."

After clearing his throat, Lin Feng continued: "As long as you make dishes that satisfy customers, you are the chef. You're right, Nakiri."

Nakiri Erina, who had a smug smile on her pretty face, nodded subconsciously after hearing Lin Feng's words.

After chatting with the boss for a while, Lin Feng started to make pepper cakes.

Pepper pancakes are one of the special snacks in Taiwan. Like pancakes, which are popular all over the world, it is easy to become addicted after just one bite.

When bending over to go for the chives, Lin Feng took out the goddess from the temple of the kitchen god, then cleaned the ingredients, put them on the chopping board, and used the gods to quickly cut and match.

"So fast, such a skilled swordsman." The middle-aged uncle couldn't help but exclaimed: "No wonder it's a student from Totsuki Academy'"

After hearing the words of the middle-aged uncle, Nakiri Erina folded her hands, pouted in dissatisfaction, and whispered softly, "What is there to praise."

At the same time, Lin Feng has already started to mix the noodles, first adding lard, so that the cake noodles are not too crispy and not too hard to bite.

After the dough cake was formed, Lin Feng put it into the pancake pan, and within a few minutes, the fragrant pepper cake was out of the oven.

Different from the pepper cakes made by the middle-aged uncle, the pepper cakes made by Lin Feng are brighter in color, with golden embryo skin, ham spread out, and Lin Feng specially wrapped with green vegetables, just looking at it, the appetite is greatly increased.

Putting the pepper cake into the yellow paper, Lin Feng stretched out his hand and handed it to Erina Nakiri, who had a calm face, and said, "How about a quick taste?"

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