The girl looked up and down, the windbreaker was buttoned, the boots were almost up to the knees, the opaque black leggings were worn, and even the neck was surrounded by a silk scarf, and the whole body was very tight.

How does this man know the style and color of his underwear? The girl was amazed, this man's hair was so strange, and there were a few white hairs on his forehead, I don't know if it was dyed.

Of course it's not dyed, Hua Jitian has nine white hairs on his forehead since he was a child, and even if he falls off, he will still grow out, no more, no less, nine. Hua Jitian's parents didn't know why their son was like this, and they found a lot of doctors, but they couldn't find the reason, but they all said that it was not a disease.

"Little hair, stinky rascal. The leopard girl cursed in a low voice and walked away quickly.

It seems that he is not mistaken, otherwise the leopard girl would not scold him, Hua Jitian is overjoyed, and he also has superpowers.

This is the clairvoyant eye, which can see through the little one.

It's cool.

Hua Jitian meditated on the system of mending the sky in his heart.

A buzz in my head, a screen appears.

Only two lines on the screen are lit.

Perspective Eye: Class B subsystem. Level.

Culinary: Class C subsystem. Level.

The rest has a lot of lines, all gray, which should be unopened. The gray is a deep gray, and I can't even read the handwriting, and Hua Jitian doesn't know what it is.

He wondered if this screen was a touch screen. He tried to imagine clicking on the two lines that lit up in his mind.

Click on the clair-see-through row first.

Sure enough, that line lit up and moved on to the next interface, which was an explanation of the clairway eye.

Perspective Eye: Level B subsystem, a total of 36 levels, practiced to the extreme, you can look up at the sky and look down on the earth, see through everything, and copy all skills in a real way.

Hey, isn't this a writing wheel? Hua Jitian secretly complained.

He exited again and clicked on the second line.

C-level subsystem, cooking, a total of nine levels, practiced to the extreme, can pass the way of heaven and man, cook five flavors at will, all are immortal food.

Is it the food eaten by the gods?

Hua Jitian found a feature, the level of the B-level subsystem is level 36, and the level of the C-level is level 9. I don't know if all subsystems are like this.

The Tiantian system has only opened these two subsystems now, one level B and one level C, and Hua Jitian has no way to verify his guesses.

Hua Jitian studied for a while, but found nothing else special. I started to use the writing wheel eye with pleasure, oh no, it was the perspective eye.

Of course, the targets are all girls.

Mmmm, this one is good, it's good, it's in shape, the cups are big, and the panties are lace.

That one is also good, with a plump body and fair skin.

This one is even better, I didn't even wear underwear, my skin was white and tender, my hands and feet were small, and I was so beautiful. Oh, it turned out to be a little girl about three years old, and it's normal not to wear underwear.

Five minutes later, Hua Jitian's clairvoyant eye function disappeared, and no matter how much he tried to urge, there was no movement.

He understood, it turned out that the time for clair-through was almost five minutes, and he didn't know how long the recovery time was.

Since I can't watch the scenery inside the beauties anymore, Hua Jitian no longer looks at it.

Hua Jitian thought for a while, it was mid-afternoon, it was the time for the back kitchen of the hotel to rest, Qin Yong and the others should all rest in the dormitory, he didn't need to look for this uncomfortable, just wait for them to go to work in the afternoon, and then he would clean up his things.

He pondered for a moment, then turned and walked towards the Whitewater Hotel.

Now that there is no one in the back kitchen, it is better to go to the back kitchen of the restaurant to get your own things.

Chefs generally have a few guys who take advantage of themselves, all of them spend their own money, some time ago they were very excited, instigated, and also bought two good kitchen knives, and spent all his savings, two thousand two hundred oceans.

Otherwise, Hua Jitian can't be so sloppy now, and he only has the little salary he just paid, more than 300 yuan. Mmmm, minus Fang Cai's lunch money, not even three hundred.

Hua Jitian came to the back kitchen, and there was no one in the back kitchen, he took a kitchen knife and found two black plastic bags at random.

He was about to leave, when the manager hurried in and asked, "Qin Yong is not there." ”

Hua Jitian scratched his head: "It's time to get off work, so I guess I'll rest in the dormitory." ”

The manager was anxious: "Oh, call him over, it's too late, what should I do?"

Hua Jitian ignored him, he had been fired, everything in the hotel had nothing to do with him, he just came to get a kitchen knife, as for what to do if something happened, whether it could be done or not, it was the manager's business, and it had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, the manager shook his hands, as if he had made up his mind, and said to Hua Jitian: "It's you." What position are you a chef?"

Hua Ji Tian said: "Anvil." ”

The manager said, "Have you ever taken a frying spoon?" He meant that Hua Jitian had not stir-fried vegetables.

"Counted. ”

Hua Ji Tianxin said, does it count if you have cooked instant noodles twice with a frying spoon.

"Okay, you make a bowl of boiled noodles, the salt is a little stronger. The manager said.

Hua Jitian suddenly understood what was going on. The chairman came over.

Every time the chairman came from Kyoto to inspect the work, it was Qin Yong who was the chef and made a bowl of boiled pot noodles. Qin Yong often bragged and forced, saying that the chairman didn't eat the pot noodles he made every once in a while, so he didn't want to eat.

"But ......," Hua Jitian wanted to say that he was no longer an employee here.

"No, but. What are you doing in a daze?", the manager couldn't help but say, urging.

Hua Jitian thought of the Rausch sub-heaven system that lived in his body, and opened the cooking subsystem.

Since the open perspective eye has an effect, you can see the inside and outside of the girl's chest and breasts, so will the cooking skills also make great progress, Hua Jitian is ready to move, I want to try it.

Take this opportunity and give it a try.

Anyway, he is no longer an employee of the hotel, as long as he does not poison the chairman, it doesn't matter if he succeeds or fails.

Without waiting for the manager to urge again, Hua Jitian began to chop vegetables.

When the manager saw Hua Jitian doing it, he hurriedly walked out, saying as he walked: "Send it to the hall when you do it, and the chairman is there." He went out to greet the chairman.

Waiting for the manager to go out, Hua Jitian stopped again, took out his mobile phone, and searched for the practice of boiling pot noodles, there are boiled pot noodles all over the country, but they are all adapted to local conditions, and the practices are not exactly the same.

Next, it depends on the cooking skills opened by this mending system, what kind of quality it is.

Spend the day silently reciting the mending heaven cooking system.

A dinging in my head.

The cooking system was opened, and a new world was displayed in Hua Jitian's mind. When he sees a variety of foods, lettuce, there are all sorts of recipes.

When I think of boiled pot noodles, one hundred and twenty ways come to mind. Hua Jitian looked at the existing ingredients in the kitchen, and calculated in his mind that thirty-seven of them could be made, and one of them was Qin Yong's method.

Hey, if I knew it was like this, there was no need to search online.

Just after such a short period of calculation, Hua Jitian felt tired and drowsy. The calculation is too brain-consuming, and my brain is obviously not enough, and I don't know if there is a way to improve brain power in the heaven-filling system.

Hua Jitian rested for a minute, and then after a little thought, he had an idea, he wanted to do the one hundred and twenty-first, an improved version of Qin Yong's practice.

Okay, the plan is determined, and the official start. Hua Jitian began to organize the ingredients, shiitake mushrooms, tomatoes, green peppers, pork belly and the like, and of course, the staple noodles.

He prepared one more than Qin Yong, beans. He chopped the beans into dices and scalded them in boiling water.

When I started to cook the pot, Hua Jitian had a clear mind and was methodical, how much oil to put and how much fire to turn on, all of which were very numerous, and he was also extremely skilled in looking at the movements, like an old chef who had been in the industry for decades, not a novice who had never touched a frying spoon except for a few instant noodles.

Zila, put the green onion and ginger in the pot, put the pork belly in the pot, and stir-fry.

The rest is also put on one by one in order, seasoning and salt, mixed with water, and the following strips. Then there are green peppers, tomatoes.

When the noodles are eighty and a half hot, Hua Jitian scalds a sea bowl with boiling water, uses this sea bowl to take the noodles out of the pot, grabs a handful of scalded beans, sprinkles them on top, ponders a little, and sprinkles half a spoonful of salt.

Aren't you salty, I'll put more and kill you. In fact, Hua Jitian felt that a fifth spoon of the party was about the same, but he deliberately put a little more.

Different from Qin Yong's practice, Hua Jitian scalded the bowl with hot water and added chopped beans. Qin Yong did not have these two steps. And the control of the heat, Qin Yong is not so precise, sometimes ninety percent, sometimes fully cooked. Flower pole day is no more, no less, exactly eighty and a half.

Don't ask Hua Jitian why he knows, he just knows, because he has a system of mending the sky.

Hua Jitian found a tray and wanted to bring the noodles to the hall on the first floor and let the chairman taste them.

At this time, a waiter rushed in: "The manager asked me to ask, is the face ready?" ”

Hua Jitian pointed to the noodles on the table: "Okay." ”

The waiter picked it up and left: "It's really hard to make a few noodles, and it takes so long." ”

Yes, in the mouth of this waiter, the chairman is a person who eats a few or a few bars.

Hua Jitian looked at his watch, it didn't take long, it was only ten minutes, thinking that Qin Yong and they were about to come to the hotel, and they should leave.

The waiter took the noodles and took a quick time to clean up the stove, clean his kitchen knife, and put it back into a plastic bag.

After finishing, just as he was about to leave, the reckless waiter came in again: "The chairman is invited, boy, you are going to be developed." ”

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When Hua Jitian was still cleaning up the kitchen knife on the stove in the kitchen, the chairman had already eaten noodles.

Chairman Yang Jing is in his fifties and is a well-known gourmand in China. The legend of the chairman of the board of directors is widely spread in the hotel, the most famous one is that a famous foreign chef, in order to study the chairman's ability, made a dish with more than 100 kinds of ingredients and more than 30 kinds of seasonings, the chairman tasted it, all said, the same did not fall, the same is not wrong, at that time I was impressed by the foreign cook.

The chairman was stunned when he saw that the noodles were covered with thin tomatoes and the tomatoes were sprinkled with diced beans.

Then he smiled.

"Qin Yong, this kid can, he has a new approach, no matter what the taste is, give him a thumbs up first. Cooking skills should not be rigid and rigid, but should change according to the heart, the time of day, and the right place. ”

The manager's mind wandered for a while, thinking about whether to tell the truth.