Xue Yi and Chen Chuyi symbolized (xìng) and quickly finished drinking and entering a state of rest.

Su Lianzheng seized the opportunity to drink a circle, and reluctantly put down the wine glass under Chen Chuyi's gaze: "Son, this kind of event will be held more next time, so that everyone feels (qíng) harmonious!"

Su Zifang: ???

He doesn't carry this pot.

Su Lianzheng's idea is obviously to let himself drink a few more glasses, this is a typical pit son!

Seeing that they were there, Su Zifang and the others chatted unhappily, and the three of them went back early to rest after eating, leaving space for young people.

Mu Fei swallowed three bottles of beer, and began to speak with a big tongue: "Put the pot, you said, why can you innovate Wensi tofu soup after learning the mushroom soup, and I can only imitate the low-grade version of the mushroom soup after learning the mushroom soup...... Is this your grandfather or my grandfather?"

"Huh?"

Su Zi, who had just learned how to burn a chopsticks of sheep (ròu), held a plate and didn't know what to say.

"Wait a minute. ”

Su Zi swallowed the sheep (ròu), tasted it for a few seconds, and looked at Mu Fei.

The red eyes are a teenager's incomprehensible stubbornness, a small head with a big question mark, and he can't even forget why he can't learn the family heirloom mushroom soup himself.

Su Zifang couldn't say that his soup was changed from the original version of Monk Wensi, and after thinking about it, he said slowly.

"This is a dish, not your grandfather, not my grandfather. ”

Mu Fei: ......

Did he want to hear that answer?

Ever since he was ordered to repeat the taste, he has tried many ways to change the base soup of his bamboo pot, but he has always been in trouble.

If you use vegetarian broth, your mind is full of the recipe for the mushroom soup plus the process of making Suzi Fang Wensi tofu soup.

The final soup tastes almost the same as the brand new Wensi Tofu, but there is still a lot of difference in details.

He also looked for Xue Yi and Mu Yun.

The two of them were very consistent in their answers to his qíng.

He said that he had encountered a bottleneck period of cooking improvement, and if he could break through, he would see a different sky.

"What if you can't break through?"

Mu Yun's words are very ancestral and grandson (qíng): "Go home, grandpa will raise you, and you won't die of hunger." ”

The subtext is that his cooking skills may never get better.

In order to become the strongest chef in the history of the Mu family, Mu Fei has spent the rest of his time on soup preparation in addition to making tofu, deboning, and the rest of the time.

But it didn't work out.

Kong Yan listened to a few words, and with the understanding of the past two days, he also knew Mu Fei's thoughts.

put his hand on Mu Fei's shoulder and comforted: "It's okay, isn't it just a dish, you just can't do a dish, but I can't do a dish." ”

Su Zi listened to it next to him, and had to sigh at the breadth and profundity of the Chinese language.

This one dish and one dish is really not the same dish!

"No, you don't understand, I am the only grandson of the Mu family, if I don't learn well, the centuries-old Mu family cuisine will be broken. ”

"My grandfather said it didn't matter, but I knew that he must be very uncomfortable, otherwise he wouldn't let me come to Grandpa Xue to study. ”

"And my father used to prevent me from learning to cook, but now everyone knows that WeChat asks me how I am learning, what new dishes I have, and says that I should go home for the New Year and cook Chinese New Year's Eve dinner." ”

"It's always been a privilege for the best chefs in our family!"

"I don't want to admit I'm a piece of!"

Kong Yan hugged Mu Fei's shoulder: "In order not to be waste firewood, do it!"

Then followed this tone and began to complain: "Others say that I am taught by my uncle to be talented, but where do I think that I am a fake chef who can't even make broth." ”

"Everyone in the Confucian Restaurant said that I was a joke and embarrassed to the master. ”

"Although my master doesn't say it, he must be very sad, if he has so much time to teach other apprentices, his achievements will definitely be much better than mine. ”

"I came to eat silently, I just wanted to find a solution that could solve the problem of cooking by myself, and sooner or later I would go back and slap them in the face and tell them that I would not lose my master's people in Kongyan"

Speaking of sadness, Mu Fei and Kong Yan suddenly hugged their heads and cried.

(qíng) sincerely, tears flowing.

"Come, Kong Yan, for our future, do it!" Mu Fei was half dizzy and half awake and didn't forget what Su Zifang told him, he wanted Kong Yan to drink more, picked up the wine glass and poured it violently, looked straight at Su Zifang, and cast a firm and indomitable look.

"Brother Fang, I can't do it!"

Just when the latter thought he was going to shout out the classic middle two lines, Mu Fei suddenly rolled his eyelids and fainted.

Su Zifang: ???

Didn't you say a lot of good things?

Why did Kong Yan just cry two sentences, and it was already turned over here?

After setting up Mu Fei, Kong Yan turned his head and held Su Zi tightly with both hands.

"Boss Su, I really thank you!"

"If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd still be a garbage chef who can't even cook a single dish. ”

"Of course, I'm also rubbish now, or can I only cook one dish, don't you think it's a coincidence?"

Su Zifang: ......

Kong Yan's proficiency in the use of homophony and pun made him feel that Kong Yan had learned cross talk before, and he had to be the kind who was deducted from his salary for always using homophonic stalks.

"Boss Su, if you can help me find a solution to the inconsistency of cooking...... In the future, I will listen to you whatever you say!"

The success of the afternoon gave Kong Yan a glimmer of hope.

There is also a unique confidence in the conversation.,It's like the shy and introverted people who came before.,But it may also be a unique performance after drinking.。

Su Zifang picked up the cup and continued to clink glasses with Kong Yan.

Judging from the number of times he has drunk less than one hand, the person who can clearly say what he has done (qíng) and what he wants to do (qíng) is only four times drunk.

It's four minutes away from being drunk to the point of confusion.

"Come on, you can! I'll help you find a way. In order not to startle the snake and get drunk with Kong Yan, Su Zifang began to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman, and then quickly filled it while Kong Yan raised his head, pretending to be one cup after another.

"Su ...... Boss Sue"

"You have so much left, raise ...... What about whale farming?"

Kong Yan drank three more bottles, pointed at Su Zifang's fingers and moved left and right for a while, and finally began to have a wandering (qíng) look.

Su Zifang immediately made a decision, did not let Kong Yan say the next sentence, and shouted: "Drinking can't compare to you, do you dare to cook with me!"

"Cooking...... Cooking...... Forehead...... Do!" Kong Yan reflected for a few seconds, and suddenly responded heavily.

Su Zifang introduced Kong Yan into the scene he had arranged step by step.

On the side, Yang Qiong and Zhao Xiaoman also guessed Su Zifang's plan, helped Mu Fei aside and settled down, and then approached the back kitchen.

"Boss Su, I'll let you see it today, even if I'm drunk, I'm better than you!" Kong Yan shook his head and said.

"You're drunk, I won't bully you, cut the vegetables for you, the two of us will fry with the same ingredients, see who is delicious!" Su Zifang lightly pushed over a plate of prepared ingredients.

"Heh, isn't it Kung Pao Chicken, wait!"

Kong Yan poured oil on the fire, and picked up the lamp and looked at the spoon in one hand drunk, which was extraordinarily free and easy.