"How's it going? ”

Mu Fei tied a sandbag, and had the heart to tease Su Zifang.

"Gunara, God of Darkness, I will not succumb to this seal of submission. ”

The corners of Su Zi's mouth twitched, not wanting to pay much attention to this heir of Mu Wangfu.

If the lines of this Form 2 are heard, they will definitely think that a primary school student who is growing too fast is skipping school.

"That, Mu Fei......" Su Zifang hesitated for a few seconds, but decided to ask about the situation.

"Huh?" Mu Fei was interrupted violently, and he didn't react.

"How old are you?"

"19, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, just ask, I feel like you're still young, I didn't expect you to be so small. ”

"How old are you?" Mu Fei asked unconvinced.

"Bigger than you anyway. ”

"Cut! What's the big thing, the cooking skills are not as good as mine. ”

Heart-piercing!

"Do you often eat mushrooms in Diancheng?" Su Zifang blinked.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Mu Fei didn't understand why Su Zifang suddenly asked this.

"No wonder talking is more poisonous than Amanita phalloides. Su Zifang complained indignantly.

"That's what you say. Mu Fei shook his head slightly, "I can be more poisonous." ”

Can't be provoked, can't be provoked!

The process of practicing knife skills was boring and boring, Xue Yi was not in the kitchen, and the action of the two of them tying sandbags and cutting radishes was not very distracting. Mu Fei probably still has the memory of his previous training, and he can still maintain a good shape when he cuts it, but the radish in front of Su Zifang can no longer see the thickness of it, and it is a little reluctant to say that it is a radish slice.

Mu Fei finished cutting a radish and looked at Su Zifang, still refusing to give up the question just now: "How old are you?"

“22。 Su Zi said honestly.

"That's not too big for me, I thought you were 26. Mu Fei was a little surprised.

Su Zifang thought back about the handsome face he saw when he looked in the mirror in the morning, and silently regarded Mu Fei's words as jealousy of his appearance.

"Haven't you trained to carry weights before?" Mu Fei pointed to the radish that Su Zifang had cut and said in surprise: "The technique is not right." ”

"No, none of that is taught in school. Su Zifang simply put down the kitchen knife and moved his wrist.

"No wonder. If you can't do this, if you hold the knife like this, the weight of the sandbag will be concentrated on the hilt, otherwise the knife will easily flutter and hurt your hand. Mu Fei said and picked up the knife to demonstrate.

Su Zifang re-grasped the knife and cut it a few times according to Mu Fei's movements, and sure enough, it felt much easier than just now.

"Thank you!" Su Zifang thanked for his hand that would not be injured by mistake.

Mu Fei coolly brushed his hair back and waved his hand to signal that he was not welcome.

After chatting a few words, Su Zifang understood Mu Fei's character, he was obviously a young man with a fiery heart, but he had to pretend to be a middle two, and he didn't know what story he had experienced, as if he always liked to face life with another face like Zhao Xiaoman.

"Could it be that these second-generation cooks have been oppressed like this by their families?" Su Zifang sighed quietly and did not say a word.

According to Mu Fei's method, the radish slices were re-cut, and the thickness was really well controlled, although it was still not as good as before the weight, but it could also be seen.

"By the way, why are you called the First Fast Knife in the Southwest?" Su Zifang asked curiously as he watched Mu Fei's movements.

"Because I really am. Mu Fei looked at Su Zifang very seriously and replied.

Su Zifang: ......

Seeing that Su Zifang still didn't believe it, Mu Fei was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "My grandfather Mu Yun is a well-known master of Yunnan cuisine in China, and my father Mu Guangyuan is the operator of the Dian City Restaurant. I didn't want to be a chef, and I wasn't interested in what my classmates were talking about. ”

"The girls were talking about shopping tips and makeup techniques, and the boys were talking about where they wanted to study abroad and what major they wanted to study in the future. ”

"The teacher asked us to discuss our dreams, and when I said that I wanted to be the best chef in the world, the whole class laughed at me. ”

"It's hard for me to understand why they would laugh at such a dream. Is it wrong for me to be a chef? Or is it wrong for them to not want to be a chef......? At that time, I realized that I was not very social. ”

In the eyes of my teacher and my father, this symptom turned into rebellion, and even my father and grandfather had a big fight over it. ”

"Quarrel?" Su Zifang replied.

......

"Dad, I'll just say that you taught Mu Fei to cook and make problems since he was a child, look at what he has become now?

"What's so bad about cooking? Without Lao Tzu cooking, how can you have the opportunity to speak now? My grandson wants to learn to cook, do you have any opinions?"

"Dad, you can't say that, it's different now...... When you were a chef at that time, you called it a craft, but if you look at the chefs now, who are they? Who didn't go to college to learn to be a chef, and it would be difficult to even get married in the future. Can you bear to watch your only grandson being called illiterate?"

"You...... Then you are going to watch the glory of my Mu family for several generations be lost? If you don't learn to cook, and you don't let Xiao Fei learn, after I die, what else will the signature dishes of the Diancheng Hotel have?"

"Vegetables are important, you will always think that vegetables are important, you have been cooking for so many years, are you worthy of me and my mother?

Hearing this, Mu Yun wanted to slap Mu Guangyuan like before and tell Mu Guangyuan that he was the pillar of this family.

But looking at the son in front of him, who is a little stronger than himself, he thinks of the development of his grandson in the future. He couldn't put down his raised hand, and finally slapped himself on the leg hard, sighing: "Old man, old man......"

This dispute finally ended with Mu Fei being grounded.

However, probably considering what Mu Yun said, Mu Guangyuan did not completely cut off Mu Fei's path to pursue his dreams, but only gave one condition.

"Your grandfather was already the number one chef in Diancheng when he was your age, and if you can make the signature dishes of Diancheng Hotel before you are 20 years old, I will allow you to learn to cook. Otherwise, you just obediently go to school. ”

......

This plot made Su Zifang seem to have returned to the time when he watched the battle for the property of a wealthy family at eight o'clock with Chen Yuyi, but he was missing some melon seeds and fried chicken at hand, otherwise it should be more atmospheric.

"So, you're trying to prove yourself just to become a chef?"

"It's a top chef like my grandfather. Mu Fei's words were very firm.

Su Zifang: ......

If it had been earlier, he might not have been able to understand Mu Fei's thoughts.

The heirs of Mu Wangfu, rich and free, is it not good to be a rich second generation who lives a chic life? Why do you have to work hard to become a chef.

But since he went from the son of a dry goods store owner who just wanted to use his connections to make the dry goods store bigger and stronger, to the second-generation successor of the Su family's cuisine and a silent chef, he suddenly understood Mu Fei's behavior very well, and could even send a word of comfort after Mu Fei finished speaking.

"Come on, you can!"

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