In the winter of '97, heavy snow fell.

Today is Li Mu's birthday, and he is lying in front of the humble stove, clumsily adding firewood to make a fire, planning to make himself a bowl of longevity noodles.

In total, he has been on the mountain for ten years.

Although the kitchen facilities are not perfect in the cold mountain col far away from the world, and the Wuwei Taoist respects the kitchen, the equipment that can be used is limited to a simple stove board.

The flames were extinguished as soon as they started, and at last only a puff of black smoke remained, and the little face was blackened. Li Mu was very frustrated, at this time, he missed his senior brother very much, for those who have developed chefs into their second profession, grandmaster-level cooking skills are by no means ornaments.

It's a pity that the senior brother went down the mountain early in the morning to buy and has not returned.

"Xiao Mu, what are you doing?"

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao has arrived. Li Mu made himself pitch black, and he was a little chieftain alive, only looking at the senior brother who had just returned from collecting ingredients, and he was stunned by the door with the things in his hand.

"Senior brother-" The little African pen friend threw himself into the man's arms, his little face rubbing against his robe, "I'm starving, the fire is too hard to rise......

"Okay, okay, don't rub it. The senior brother looked at the messy kitchen, touched his head, and couldn't help laughing, "I'll come." ”

"Hmm!"

To this day, Li Mu still believes that his senior brother's cooking skills are the strongest on the surface, and he is the live-action version of the Chinese master, and his housekeeping skills have reached the level of EX more than ten years ago.

As soon as the senior brother entered the kitchen, he entered the state, whether it was a kitchen knife or a spatula, he used all kinds of seasonings at his fingertips, and the movements were not only fast but also natural and sharp, and the familiar appearance was worthy of cooking in this place for more than 20 years.

What is Li Mu looking at, is this magic?

"Xiao Mu, you go and peel the bamboo shoots and wash them, soak the mushrooms in water and drain them, and the fish scrape off the scales. ”

The senior brother reported a string of requirements without raising his head, and the thick-backed kitchen knife in his hand lightly held the knife flower, skillfully peeled a piece of fresh pork belly of more than two catties, cut it obliquely into thin slices of copper coins, and used the kitchen knife to code the porcelain bowl next to him, sprinkled with fine salt, monosodium glutamate and cornstarch;

Li Mu almost vomited blood for his bunch of demands, and the corners of his eyebrows kept twitching.

Please, I'm still a child, and you really use child labor as a cook! Do you know what kind of weather is outside? Heavy snow covers the mountains! Ten degrees below zero, how can a ten-year-old child go to kill fish? How can he be embarrassed?

He suddenly recalled a sentence from the ancient thread-bound book that the master sneered at: Gentleman, far away cook!!