Zhang Feng opened a golden coconut with a knife and poured the juice into the pot, but he didn't stop working on his hands, threw away the coconut shell in his hand and began to process the flour.

The old man didn't ask, just silently looked at Zhang Feng's methods and practices, as if he wanted to record something.

Zhang Feng didn't speak, but the movements in his hands became faster and faster, and he soon made a special big bun skin.

And the seafood soup in the pot was also ready, Zhang Feng immediately poured the soup into a bowl and said, "Where is the refrigerator?"

"Outside, you're going to freeze it?"

"Hmm. ”

Adulla hurriedly showed Zhang Feng the way, and soon, Zhang Feng put the bowl containing the thick soup into the freezer area of the refrigerator, and then let out a sigh of relief, and said: "The method is a little rough, there are many tools here that are not suitable, just put it away, but the taste will not be too bad." ”

"Okay, okay, here's a tissue, wipe the sweat. ”

The old man, on the other hand, was still looking at the traces left by Zhang Feng in the kitchen, as if he was contemplating something, and when the old man's hand touched the knife, he trembled, and seemed to be very nervous.

"!@#¥%&*" The old man kept repeating the phrase in the local language.

As for Zhang Feng, who had already been treated as a guest by Adullah, he took out the best black tea and made a cup of tea for Zhang Feng, and then said, "I'll go see my father." ”

Adullah cautiously walked to the door, saw his old father stroking the knife, and inexplicably poked the tears, but then stretched his brows and muttered, "It's not too late." ”

After about fifteen minutes, Zhang Feng took out the seafood stock that had been condensed in the refrigerator, and then walked into the kitchen, saw that the old man was still standing in place, greeted politely, and got busy again.

The cylindrical handle of the washed iron spoon was processed on the dough, and then the bowl was put on the dough to make a very nice bun, and the whole process seemed very simple.

"This one is adjusted to xx degrees. ”

Zhang Feng said to Adula, who hurriedly adjusted the temperature of the steamer.

"After xx minutes, it will come out of the pot on time, and then use the cool breeze for a few minutes to enjoy. Zhang Feng said very calmly.

Although Adulla was amazed by Zhang Feng's knife work, he was not very optimistic about Zhang Feng's "shoddy" buns, but his goal had been half achieved, and the latter was not very troublesome.

Time passed minute by minute, Zhang Feng talked with the father and son, of course, Adulla was the role of translator, and the old man asked some more in-depth questions, but for Zhang Feng, who was endowed with seafood cooking skills by the system, general questions were really not a problem.

This made the old man look at Zhang Feng even higher, and when he was talking about the excitement, the machine sounded, and Adulla hurriedly took out the steamed steamed buns that were as white and tender as a woman's room, and then took them and blew them under the cool breeze.

Zhang Feng wanted to laugh, and at the same time praised himself in his heart, his craftsmanship was still okay.

"Please!" Zhang Feng gestured to the old man.

The old man's face instantly showed a childlike innocent smile, there was a very strong expectation, in the Chinese cuisine, in addition to testing the knife skills, but also testing the chef's understanding of the ingredients, and Zhang Feng, the understanding of seafood has reached a point that ordinary people can hardly reach, the cool breeze blows, even the seafood that is enclosed in the skin also exudes a hint of heart-warming taste.

"This ......" Suddenly Adullah let out a trace of exclamation as he saw an unbelievable picture.

The buns on the table slowly became transparent, and with the dim light, there were all kinds of animals swimming in them.

"I carved it with shrimp meat. Zhang Feng explained with a smile.

"Why...... Why didn't it boil?" Adullah asked, surprised.

Zhang Feng smiled, stepped forward, turned on the LED light of his mobile phone, and shone the bun with pure white light, and suddenly showed a crystal clear bun, and the soup inside was unusually "clear", but there was a layer of white at the bottom.

"It's a secret, old man taste it first, and then we'll talk. ”

"Good, good. The old man couldn't wait, so he picked up the straw tremblingly and inserted it into the bun at Zhang Feng's signal.

After brushing his beard, he put his mouth on the straw, and when he sucked gently, a mellow soup entered the old man's mouth, and the old man closed his mouth with satisfaction the moment the soup entered his mouth.

Soup is one of the greatest cooking techniques invented by human beings, which was originally intended to drive away cold and dehumidify, but later it was continuously derived and developed by our Chinese nation.

"Okay, okay...... All right. The old man used the simplest words to praise the feeling of the soup.

Zhang Feng just smiled, he once tasted a thick soup in a small town in the north, boiled for three days and three nights, but that kind of taste is not on the same level as the old man's current state of satisfaction, to put it mildly, it is "I have never seen the world".

The old man didn't know what Zhang Feng was thinking at all, but took a sip again, the red light on his face was much more, and his snort was a little heavier, and Adulla, who was on the side, was also a little moved.

"Is it really that delicious?" said Adullah.

Zhang Feng looked at the old man's performance, his heart was settled, he sat aside and drank tea, leisurely waiting for the old man to be shocked by the moment when the whole soup bag bloomed after the soup was absorbed.

Adulla looked at the change in the expression on his old father's face, and his heart was itching, but because of his dignity and face, he could only be secretly anxious.

"Uncle, is your black tea the best?" asked Zhang Feng.

Adula hurriedly shook his head and said, "It's my best, but it's not the best. ”

"Haha, where can I drink the best black tea?" Zhang Feng asked again.

Adullah thought for a moment and said, "This, if you come early, I believe that my father can make the best black tea, although he has not made it for many years, and now the time has passed, the best tea is when January is sharp, and the black tea at that time is the best black tea in our entire Nuwara Eliya!"

"Oh!"

Suddenly an exclamation interrupted the conversation between the two, Zhang Feng was not too surprised, but Adulla was not, his pupils were getting bigger and bigger, and he didn't believe what he was seeing at all.

"This ......"

"It's just a kind of use of ingredients, don't think too much about it, old man continue. Zhang Feng said with a smile.

The old man knew what Zhang Feng's face meant, cut off a piece of bun skin with tableware, wrapped some leftover seafood and other things, and opened his beard and put it in his mouth.

The elastic bun skin was cut by the old man's teeth, as if he was biting the skin of a squid, biting the material wrapped in the skin, and all kinds of non-conflicting flavors attacked, and the old man's face was directly congested and red.

"Father, father, what's wrong with you?" Adullah asked, concerned.