The teacher who eats halberds

Kohei Sojin didn't know why he panicked.

It stands to reason that he entered the kitchen at the age of three, and it has been twelve years now!

It's been twelve years, which is longer than the years that this little ghost has lived.

Could it be that this little ghost has been chopping vegetables all his life?

Kohei Chuangzhen thought about it, and soon he eliminated these distractions and turned over the scrambled egg fried rice wholeheartedly!

That little ghost actually dared to say that he didn't know how to make egg fried rice.

Kohei Sojina's eyes lit up with anger, and he turned the iron pot with his left hand!

The fried rice mixed with several ingredients keeps tumbling, cools slightly in mid-air for a few seconds and smashes into the hot iron pot, making a sizzling sound, each ingredient blends better, and the fusion fragrance makes people linger!

If you want to fry the rice well, you must turn the pot well!

A few days ago, one of the main reasons why Kohei Soma lost to his dad was that he didn't turn the pot a few times. As a result, the fusion of ingredients is not enough, and the potential of the ingredients is not fully activated.

And now Kohei Sojin has learned this lesson.

Kohei Soma took out the plate and poured the fried rice from the iron pot.

Luster, color, fragrance!

It's almost the same as Dad's fried rice that day!

Kohei Soma moved his sore arm, thinking to himself that little ghost was afraid that he was going to lose.

Because it takes a lot of strength to turn the pot.

How could a child do that? Time went back, and when he was eight years old, he was helping to chop vegetables and other tasks, and it was impossible to do it.

Suddenly, I smelled an oncoming fragrance, which seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow, and saliva continued to secrete.

Kohei Soma ate his own fried rice.

I have to say, it's really delicious!

But...

The fragrance of the nasal cavity and the fragrance of the mouth are not at the same level of one dimension at all!

Kohei Soma's eyes widened, this fragrance was not fried rice made by himself.

Well, apparently, there is only one answer.

Xingping Chuangzhen turned his head in disbelief and looked at Zhang Xu.

Zhang Xu noticed his gaze, snorted, and continued to stir up the fried rice! This is the first time he has used the ability of the system, and he has already noticed the power of the system!

Cutting vegetables, that is, with your eyes closed, is cut out of uniform thickness.

These hands seem to have been trained in the kitchen for more than 100 years.

The preheating of the iron pot is just right.

The oil temperature is just right.

The timing of pouring in batches is also just right.

The strength of the pot is just right.

Even, the angle of the roll, the height, is just right.

Because of these, the fusion of ingredients is very easy.

When it all comes together, it's perfect!

Everything is at a perfect level!I can't find fault with it at all!

Knife work, heat, smell, pot...

No wonder the system says he's invincible in his own kitchen!

Zhang Xu's iron pot was turned over, and the fried rice had a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then it was loaded on a plate that had been placed in advance, and not a single rice fell elsewhere.

Kohei Chuangzhen, who was standing on the side, had already widened his eyes, he didn't pay attention when he was chopping vegetables before, but now he saw Zhang Xu's level of topsy with his own eyes, which simply turned his whole world upside down!

This level, not to mention himself, even his father can't do it!

"Try my food!

The immature voice said insolent words, and there was no modesty at all.

However, Kohei Sokujin knows that this is true!

The fragrance grew stronger and stronger, as if to seduce his soul.

I ate several bites of my own delicious egg fried rice, but the saliva in my mouth kept secreting.

It's obviously a fried rice that looks about the same, his and Zhang Xu's, his is right in front of him, but Kohei Chuangzhen is extremely eager to taste the plate of egg fried rice on that table!

Damn!

Lost!

Completely lost!

Xingping Chuangzhen only ate his own fried rice, and he hadn't eaten Zhang Xu's fried rice yet, but when he smelled the taste, he already understood that he had lost! Lost to a child much younger than himself!

Defeated.

In every sense of the word.

Even the mantra "poor hospitality" can't be spoken.

He walked over slowly, picked up a spoon, and scooped up a mouthful of egg fried rice that looked similar to his.

Send it to your mouth.

The scent of the nose and the scent of the mouth are finally the same.

Want more! Want more!

I want this fragrance all over my body!

It's delicious, it's even indescribable.

A teenager who has been in the kitchen for 12 years can't think of a single word or half a sentence!

Kohei Soma opened his eyes in a daze and saw a confused figure, that is... God!

God-like egg fried rice!

How could a mortal describe it.

"I... Lost!".

Kohei Soma knelt on the ground, and the clothes on his body didn't know when they were gone.

He came to his senses and kowtowed ten heads firmly.

Bang, bang, bang....

"Please, the teacher must take me as an apprentice!".