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After breakfast, Ming Fei told Ming Million that she would not come to accompany him when she had dinner in her Fei Luo Garden at noon.

Ming Million thought that it was because her baby daughter was annoyed by Aunt Hu, so she nodded and agreed, and at the same time she was even more displeased with Aunt Hu in her heart.

Ming Fei left the restaurant and went directly to the big kitchen, she was going to have a banquet for Changqing at noon, she needed some ingredients, and asked the big kitchen manager to help her back up.

Today's Ming Fei is still in charge, because Ming Million has just returned home, and he has not had time to hand over affairs, so if there is anything in the store, the stewards will report it to Ming Fei to know.

On the way to the big kitchen, Ming Fei met the steward of the Ming family's rice shop, and the male steward in his forties saluted Ming Fei: "Miss." ”

"Is there anything wrong with the rice shop?" Ming Fei stopped where he was and asked the manager of the rice shop.

The steward said: "This morning, there are many more people who came to repay the rice money in the rice shop, saying that they failed to pay it back in time when they robbed the rice shop last time, and this time the compensation will be doubled, I only hope that Grandpa Guo will not care about their greed." ”

"It's been so long, Miss Ben has already said that she won't be held accountable, why are they still mentioning it?" asked Ming Fei curiously.

"For the sake of the return of Grandpa Guo. The manager of the rice shop explained and asked Ming Fei how to deal with this matter.

"After receiving the rice money, exchange the rice money received for rice and give it to those lonely families. Ming Fei said, and added: "Send a bag of rice to the grandparents and grandchildren who run fast." ”

"Do you need to discuss it with Grandpa Guo?" asked the steward.

"No, just do it! The old man was so picky that he couldn't bear it. Ming Fei remembered that his father obviously had a handsome face, but he had the heart of a businessman.

Love money, although it is not as fateful, but it also likes to make money, the more the better.

"Yes. The corners of the steward's mouth twitched, and Grandpa Guo was not so picky, and he would often help people who lived a hard life and had no labor. However, compared with the generous eldest lady, Grandpa Guo did pick a little.

After settling the matter of the rice shop, Ming Fei went to the big kitchen.

It was her first time in the big kitchen.

It is worthy of being the kitchen of the richest man.

The house is spacious and bright.

There are many stoves, and there is a heat for 24 hours.

The ingredients are complete, flying in the sky, running on the ground, picking in the mountains, and swimming in the water.

There are many celebrity chefs, at least one chef of any cuisine.

Ming Fei's arrival made the big kitchen immediately busy, and everyone saluted: "Slave see Miss." ”

"Get up!" Ming Fei waved his hand.

The big kitchen steward stepped forward and asked, "What do you command?"

"Prepare some ingredients for me and send them to Firo Garden. Ming Fei walked to the shelves where the ingredients were placed and picked up fresh ingredients.

She asked the big kitchen steward who was following her, "Did you buy all this morning?"

"Exactly. ”

Ming Fei nodded and began to choose the ingredients.

After picking enough ingredients for more than a dozen people to eat, Ming Fei returned to Fei Luo Garden.

It's just Qin Jun, why do you choose so many ingredients?

Because she wants to practice, she is afraid that she will waste a few copies, and she has to send one to her father.

All right!

In fact, she is not very good at cooking, and the taste can be said to be very poor, and Aunt Hu makes it much better than her. But what does that matter? She gave her father the ingredients she had made herself, and that was her intention.

Aunt Hu's ...... Forgive her, she didn't feel Aunt Hu's heart, with her strong woman's keen intuition, she felt Aunt Hu's calculations hidden under her weak appearance.

Let's watch!

I hope Aunt Hu will keep to herself, otherwise, she won't mind cleaning up the portal.

As for Aunt Hu's children, she must stay, and she is also her father's flesh and blood.

……

In the Philo Garden, Ming Fei pulled up her long hair, wore a scarf on her head, wore a tight-sleeved shirt, and tied an apron, and was busy in the small kitchen.

This morning, she received a note from Changqing, and she will arrive on time at noon.

Ming Fei hummed a little song and used her unskilled knife to cut the hob eggplant.

Xiao Zhi watched Ming Fei holding the knife from the side, and felt frightened, she weakly reminded: "Miss, it's better for a slave to cut it!"

"No, I can't. Ming Fei kept moving, and said, "I promised Qin Jun to invite him to dinner, how can I let you do it for you." ”

The originally clean and tidy kitchen, because of the addition of Ming Fei, it didn't take much effort, and it completely changed.

The cutting board was full of ingredients that had been thrown out by Ming Fei when he cut vegetables, and a lot of them were rolling off the ground.

The area around the sink is also covered with traces of vegetables.

Fortunately, Ming Fei washed the vegetables and side dishes first, and didn't start stir-frying yet, only stewed the simplest pork rib soup in the pot on the stove. Otherwise, the stove will not be spared.

Soon, Ming Fei's clean clothes were stained with the colors of various ingredients.

The corners of Xiao Zhi's mouth twitched, Miss, you really don't have the talent to cook.

After Ming Fei finished cutting the last ingredient, he asked Xiao Zhi behind him, "What time is it?"

"There is still a stick of incense until noon. ”

"Time is running out. Ming Fei muttered a sentence and began to try to make the first course, braised eggplant.

Heat the oil pan and pour in the marinated eggplant cubes.

The moment the eggplant pieces were put into the pot, the oil pot boiled, and a few drops of oil splashed out of the oil pot and fell on Ming Fei's fair right hand.

Ming Fei retracted her hand, she looked down to see that the place splashed by the hot oil was already red and swollen, as if it was about to bubble.

It hurts a little, but it's bearable.

Ming Fei held the spatula in his hand and continued to roll over the eggplant pieces in the pot.

The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

The first ingredient was scrapped and was blown up by her.

Ming Fei was not discouraged, and made several copies in a row. But unfortunately, either it was not blown through, or it was blown up, and none of them succeeded.

Xiao Zhi said weakly: "Miss, the fried ingredients need to be very proficient in the heat, why don't you change some simple and easy-to-make dishes?"

Ming Fei looked at the white hands that had been burned with more than a dozen red envelopes, and finally had to listen to Xiao Zhi's suggestion and change to a simple dish.

Cold dishes, you only need to cut everything, mix with seasonings and eat, simple and trouble-free, the easiest to make.

chose four cold dishes, and Ming Fei easily got it.

Although the cucumber shreds are cut thick and thin, long and short, and the pine eggs are cut in different sizes, they are still successfully completed.

After completing the four cold dishes, Ming Fei is very happy, she will only make some food to fill her stomach, such as boiled noodles, boiled dumplings, etc., and she is not very good at cooking.

In her previous life, her parents wanted to train her to be an all-round successor, but she was interested in finance, shopping malls, and food, but she was not interested in cooking.

It can't be said that she is not interested, in fact, she has studied seriously, but it is unpalatable, and it can only be said that she has no talent for cooking.

Even after getting married, Xinran knew that she couldn't cook, so she didn't let her go to the kitchen, and Xinran always cooked for her and her daughter.

Xinran, it is already a memory of a past life.

Ming Fei put away his thoughts and continued with the unfinished work at hand.

(To be continued.) )