Yu Zhengwei was lying on the bed with his stomach in his arms, and Shen Hexi was standing condescendingly by the bed looking at him.

"It's not a problem that can't be solved, who are you doing to look like the whole world is sorry for you?"

Yu Zhengwei was still speechless in pain. He gasped and looked at Shen Hexi, his lips trembled, and he didn't know whether to be angry or continue his disgust, anger and self-denial.

"Tell me, what's wrong."

Yu Zhengwei glanced at her, and then at her fist, whether it was anger or self-denial, it seemed that they were all scattered by the "iron fist" punch just now.

After five minutes of calming, he finally began to explain honestly:

"You've probably met Léon Cook, the travel photographer and a very famous foodie. He said that there was nothing in my food, no culture, no emotion, and no happiness. ”

……

Even if he made some use of Clyde, Yu Zhengwei still regarded Clyde Ryan as a friend, and knew that Shen Hexi had brought back the fish knife, and he did not cut off contact with Clyde.

So, at Mr. Clyde's estate, he meets the legendary Leon Cook, a food critic who has always convinced chefs.

"When he asked me what kind of mood I was in when I cooked, I couldn't say anything......

Yu Zhengwei felt that it seemed a little funny to talk about his feelings with such a little girl whose breasts were not fully developed, he chuckled lightly, and then said:

"I don't have the concept of culture in my life, and I have been wandering many countries since I was your age, and then I settled here. I wasn't a cook when I was wandering, I worked as a driver, I worked as a courier, I worked as a salesman...... I like films, and I also worked as a graphic model. A few years ago, I was in charge of selling barbecued pork buns in a Chinese restaurant in Gaul, and Su Qian came in and said that she didn't want to eat steamed buns, and I asked her if she wanted to eat wonton noodles, and I somehow became a chef for her, a chef who was constantly trying new dishes. ”

Shen Hexi squinted his eyes, Yu Zhengwei said that his experience was casual and diverse, it seemed that he was a halfway cook, but...

"You've been holding a kitchen knife for at least a dozen years."

She wrenched Yu Zhengwei's right hand, and could see the same solid and powerful lines on the wrist as her brother. "Your seasoning skills have been studied intensively for at least a few years, and you say that you are wandering in Western countries, but you know the branches and combinations of Chinese cuisine well. You say you try new dishes every day, but you still use lard to make the most traditional sesame dumplings...... The heart is not the same to such a point, have you even deceived yourself? ”

Yu Zhengwei: "......"

it! Where did this freak run out! Didn't you say eighteen years old? Didn't you say a good flat-chested girl? The cooking skills are superb, what does this sharp old fritter mean?!

Yu Zhengwei, who avoided the heavy and was exposed on the spot, wanted to pretend to be dead again, but in the end he still gave in in front of Shen Hexi's casually waved fist.

"I didn't say you knew everything, so what else did you ask?"

"Ask about the first half of your life, ask about the first half of your life before you wandered, which made you fall in love with cooking but also made you can't let go of cooking and can't afford it."

The girl smiled and poured him a glass of water: "You speak slowly, I'll be good~good~ listen." ”

Su Qian sat outside and stared boredly at the door of the hospital room, and on her side stood two trembling men in black, explaining to her why Panda didn't notify her in the first place when something happened.

"Maybe you think Panda is just a toy for me, but a child who breaks a toy can also be very angry."

The expression on Su Qian's face was very relaxed, and the Gallic language he spoke had a special tone and rhyme, which was very beautiful.

Whether it is her beautiful facial features or her pleasant voice, it makes people who don't know the truth feel happy.

But this attitude made the heads of the two men in black lower lower.

"You two will be temporarily replaced by someone else, go and rest for a while, and it is better to pray that I will remember you."

After sending away his subordinates, Su Qian sighed softly.

She was only fourteen years old when she met Yu Zhengwei, and she ran into a small restaurant in a Chinese ghetto after getting rid of her bodyguards and running away.

The baby-faced young man thinks she's a lost little girl and asks her in stumbling Gallic if she wants to eat barbecued pork buns.

"I don't want to eat barbecued pork buns." She spoke in Huaxia.

In response, the man flicked her head:

"Such a beautiful little girl can't run around by herself, I'll make you a bowl of wonton noodles, and I'll send you home when you're done."

Before the noodles were eaten, those black-clothed bodyguards had already entered the small shop.

Su Qian slowly enjoyed the bowl of noodles, and by the way, packed the guy who played her brain.

"How much is there in this world?"

"People are always making delicious products, so I can't give you a quantitative answer."

In his spare time, the man would look at a picture book or wipe down a worn-out paper book.

He enshrined a small porcelain jar containing the ashes of his adoptive father.

He has a deep knot, and even has nothing to love, so he is so muddy and confused, and he is because he can't see it, so he took him to the corrupt country together.

Such a person can't do anything about him, except for the excuse that he wants to open a special restaurant and let him do what he likes but can't do.

But Xiao Xi ......

"Old Yu, you'd better be honest when facing Xiaoxi."

Goddess Su silently prayed for Yu Zhengwei in her heart.

Because the injury was not serious, Yu Zhengwei was quickly discharged from the hospital.

The business of Panda Restaurant was temporarily suspended, and the renovated restaurant became a place for Shen Hexi to "learn cooking skills" with him.

There was a piece of empty noodles in the pile on the board, and the clear water fell into it, and the girl's pretty fingers

Watching Shen Hexi evenly sprinkle alkaline water on the long strips of dough, Su Qian patted Black Bean's shoulder: "Is she going to make the legendary ramen?" Beef-flavored, sucky kind? ”

Thinking about the beef ramen that Chengzi described to her, Su Qian felt that the whole person couldn't wait.

Black Bean shook his head: "She's going to make cakes." ”

As they spoke, they saw the girl grasp the ends of the dough and begin to beat the long strip of dough.

In the repeated beating, the dough grew longer and longer, and soon exceeded the length of Shen Hexi's arms.

Shen Hexi put the noodles on the board, smeared the oil with a brush, sprinkled some flour, folded it in half, and continued to beat.

Every time he was beaten, he hit the board steadily, the white powder on the board rose slightly and fell gently, and the oily noodles gradually became long again, and after Shen Hexi threw it beautifully, he once again used just the right amount of strength to pull out the strength of the flour.

There was a slight smile on the girl's face, the pan silk cake was given to her by the old man, and when she was taught to shake her head too much, the old man twisted her waist, she didn't care about the usual state of resistance, and helped Shen Baoshi into the room to rest.

That day's lunch was the first lunch she had ever made for the old man—all she had done before was cooking practice.

A bowl of pumpkin porridge, a plate of silk cakes.

It is the rare warmth of the grandparents and grandchildren who depend on each other and treat each other coldly in that lonely small courtyard.

The noodles were once again firmly on the board.

"A man must stand firm, his waist straight, and his arms ...... his strength."

In Panda's back kitchen, Shen Hexi did just that, the pan silk cake was delicious, and the emphasis was on eight buttons and a nest of silk, one button was a fold of noodles, and the dough was folded in half eight times, and the noodles were already as thin as hair.

Yu Zhengwei leaned against the refrigerator in the kitchen with his chest crossed, this was the first time he watched Shen Hexi cook food in person, whether it was a focused look or a smile on his lips, he didn't have it.

When he does this, he will think of his adoptive father saying that the knife in the cook's hand will never be as ruthless as the knife in people's hearts, he will think of his adoptive father's hanging hands and gray face, and he will think of his adoptive father looking in the direction of Huaxia with such hope and despair.

They have no home, no hometown, no roots to pursue...... There are no good memories that can be placed in those foods.

Remove the dough in your hand, leaving only 256 thin strands of dough after the fluttering eight buttons.

Each strand has a thin layer of oil on it. Use a knife to cut the dough into sections, and each section is coiled into a ball.

Brush the pan with oil and fry the dough, and the golden filaments carry the sweet aroma of flour and oil, and it is clearly said to be a cake, and it looks like a cocoon entangled in gold threads.

If it is really golden silk, then this silkworm must have the most powerful and delicious talent in the insect world, so that these filaments are already appetizing from the fragrance.

Shen Hexi took the chopsticks and gently pulled the pan silk cake, so that people could see that the innermost part of the filaments were softer and tenderer, but they were also the same strands that were not sticky or sticky.

"Sprinkle some salt and pepper or icing powder, this is a pan silk cake."

Shen Hexi pointed to the board behind him, "Chef Yu, it's your turn." ”

At this time, the ten plates of silk cakes baked in the first pot have disappeared, and Su Qian and Black Bean are now in a posture of opening their bows left and right, and by the way, they are looking forward to the second pot of cakes being baked quickly.

The feeling of the fragrant, crispy, creamy and sweet pansi cake melting in their mouths is simply addictive, they have forgotten that this is watching the two cooks fight, and vow to fill every corner of their stomachs with the pansi cake made by Shen Hexi.

Yu Zhengwei waved his hand: "I'm really inferior to you." ”

"I know." The girl's face was taken for granted, "So you have to study modestly." ”

…… Dad, although her grandfather saved your life, I really want to strangle her.

At the door of the restaurant, Lyan Cook sniffed the air with a vague aroma.

"Clyde, this must not have been done by your friend. The breath alone makes me feel confident and happy. ”

Yu Zhengwei was lying on the bed with his stomach in his arms, and Shen Hexi was standing condescendingly by the bed looking at him.

"It's not a problem that can't be solved, who are you doing to look like the whole world is sorry for you?"

Yu Zhengwei was still speechless in pain. He gasped and looked at Shen Hexi, his lips trembled, and he didn't know whether to be angry or continue his disgust, anger and self-denial.

"Tell me, what's wrong."

Yu Zhengwei glanced at her, and then at her fist, whether it was anger or self-denial, it seemed that they were all scattered by the "iron fist" punch just now.

After five minutes of calming, he finally began to explain honestly:

"You've probably met Léon Cook, the travel photographer and a very famous foodie. He said that there was nothing in my food, no culture, no emotion, and no happiness. ”

……

Even if he made some use of Clyde, Yu Zhengwei still regarded Clyde Ryan as a friend, and knew that Shen Hexi had brought back the fish knife, and he did not cut off contact with Clyde.

So, at Mr. Clyde's estate, he meets the legendary Leon Cook, a food critic who has always convinced chefs.

"When he asked me what kind of mood I was in when I cooked, I couldn't say anything......

Yu Zhengwei felt that it seemed a little funny to talk about his feelings with such a little girl whose breasts were not fully developed, he chuckled lightly, and then said:

"I don't have the concept of culture in my life, and I have been wandering many countries since I was your age, and then I settled here. I wasn't a cook when I was wandering, I worked as a driver, I worked as a courier, I worked as a salesman...... I like films, and I also worked as a graphic model. A few years ago, I was in charge of selling barbecued pork buns in a Chinese restaurant in Gaul, and Su Qian came in and said that she didn't want to eat steamed buns, and I asked her if she wanted to eat wonton noodles, and I somehow became a chef for her, a chef who was constantly trying new dishes. ”

Shen Hexi squinted his eyes, Yu Zhengwei said that his experience was casual and diverse, it seemed that he was a halfway cook, but...

"You've been holding a kitchen knife for at least a dozen years."

She wrenched Yu Zhengwei's right hand, and could see the same solid and powerful lines on the wrist as her brother. "Your seasoning skills have been studied intensively for at least a few years, and you say that you are wandering in Western countries, but you know the branches and combinations of Chinese cuisine well. You say you try new dishes every day, but you still use lard to make the most traditional sesame dumplings...... The heart is not the same to such a point, have you even deceived yourself? ”

Yu Zhengwei: "......"

it! Where did this freak run out! Didn't you say eighteen years old? Didn't you say a good flat-chested girl? The cooking skills are superb, what does this sharp old fritter mean?!

Yu Zhengwei, who avoided the heavy and was exposed on the spot, wanted to pretend to be dead again, but in the end he still gave in in front of Shen Hexi's casually waved fist.

"I didn't say you knew everything, so what else did you ask?"

"Ask about the first half of your life, ask about the first half of your life before you wandered, which made you fall in love with cooking but also made you can't let go of cooking and can't afford it."

The girl smiled and poured him a glass of water: "You speak slowly, I'll be good~good~ listen." ”

Su Qian sat outside and stared boredly at the door of the hospital room, and on her side stood two trembling men in black, explaining to her why Panda didn't notify her in the first place when something happened.

"Maybe you think Panda is just a toy for me, but a child who breaks a toy can also be very angry."

The expression on Su Qian's face was very relaxed, and the Gallic language he spoke had a special tone and rhyme, which was very beautiful.

Whether it is her beautiful facial features or her pleasant voice, it makes people who don't know the truth feel happy.

But this attitude made the heads of the two men in black lower lower.

"You two will be temporarily replaced by someone else, go and rest for a while, and it is better to pray that I will remember you."

After sending away his subordinates, Su Qian sighed softly.

She was only fourteen years old when she met Yu Zhengwei, and she ran into a small restaurant in a Chinese ghetto after getting rid of her bodyguards and running away.

The baby-faced young man thinks she's a lost little girl and asks her in stumbling Gallic if she wants to eat barbecued pork buns.

"I don't want to eat barbecued pork buns." She spoke in Huaxia.