"Ahh Seeing the girl in his arms, Chef Sun suddenly poured a lot of oil on the stove hole, and hurriedly hugged Changxin and hid a few inches back, preventing sparks from splashing out and damaging the clothes of the two.

"But it's funny!" Changxin didn't realize that there was any sin in pouring oil into the stove hole, but felt that the oil was in the hole, and the fire that was burning was particularly interesting.

"Yikes! What's so fun about Mars! Chef Sun picked up the tongs on the side and poured out the firewood in the stove.

Changxin watched with great interest as Chef Sun skillfully took out a red-hot firewood from the stove hole above, threw it into the stove hole below, and then added a shovel of gray powder.

"What is this?" Changxin was a little puzzled why Chef Sun poured gray powder on the firewood.

"Ahh Throw out some ashes and make a tinder! After Chef Sun finished laying the ashes, he withdrew a few more pieces of firewood and put them on one side, and then got up with a long heart, went to the water tank and scooped a scoop of water with a wooden scoop.

"Are you going to splash water in the hole?" Changxin looked at the brown wooden scoop floating on the water tank, and wanted to grab it with his hand, but when he thought of the oil he had accidentally splashed just now, he couldn't help but hold back the hand that wanted to reach out.

"Little ancestor, the water will be extinguished as soon as the fire is poured, you said that the fire is extinguished, how can the rice be done?" Chef Sun immediately returned to the stove cave with a long heart, and raised his hand to splash the scoop of water on the firewood.

"Z-"

Changxin stared at the firewood red place and turned black with big eyes, and couldn't help but be taken aback, could it be that this Sun Chef would be able to play tricks?

"It's carbon that's black!" Chef Sun pointed to the blackened part of the firewood, explained a few words to Changxin, and then handed the wooden scoop to Changxin's hand and asked, "Take it and play with it!" Don't bite your teeth! ”

Then, he concentrated on dealing with the firewood in the stove.

One of the most important elements of cooking is heat.

Changxin saw Chef Sun give the scoop to himself, and then his eyes bent into crescent moons, "Thank you, Chef Sun!" ”

"How can you call a chef? I promised to teach you how to cook, and you should call me Master! Chef Sun's eyes were on the stove, and they were red by the firelight.

"That'...... Thank you, Master! Changxin smiled and responded to Chef Sun's question, and then lowered his head and tried to bite the object that Chef Sun gave him that could hold water.

It's hard and doesn't seem to taste good......

Changxin put the scoop on his head with a bitter face, "Master, this thing is not delicious!" ”

"Nonsense, what's so delicious about gourd skin!" Seeing Changxin putting the water scoop on his head, Chef Sun hurriedly reached out and took it down, "Hey, my little ancestor Ang, this water scoop is carrying something from the entrance, and it can't be left behind." ”

"Uh......" Changxin watched Chef Sun hurriedly take the water scoop off his head and put it on the stove and panicked, "Master, did Changxin do something wrong?" ”

"No, no!" Listening to Changxin's aggrieved voice, Chef Sun hurriedly waved his hand at Changxin, "The little girl came for the first time, and she didn't burn this house, it's already good." ”

"Did Master mean that someone burned it?" Changxin slowly climbed from Chef Sun's arms to the stool, sat down beside Chef Sun, and asked curiously.

There is a low-legged bench on this side of the stove hole, and the two of them are not crowded at all.

"Yes! Didn't the owner just burn it! Chef Sun turned his head to look at the little girl sitting beside him and touched his nose, "When I first came, the owner of the hall clamored to make porridge with me, saying that it was to be eaten by her master, but as soon as she started, half of my tiled house was wasted." ”

"Is the owner of the museum my mother?" Changxin learned Chef Sun's tone and moved to Chef Sun's side.

"Isn't it just your mother, little girl!" Chef Sun happily continued to pour out the fire in the stove hole.

"That mother is so stupid!" Changxin squeezed along the stool to the side of Chef Sun's head.

"Hehehe......" Chef Sun heard the owner's daughter say that she was stupid, and then laughed from ear to ear, "The owner is not stupid, she remembers several times more recipes than me!" The little girl doesn't know how thick the sky is, and it's hard to learn to cook! ”

"But it's fun!" Listening to Chef Sun's praise for his mother's intelligence, Changxin also grinned with a smile.

"Little girl, do you think it's fun to be a cook?" Listening to the little girl next to her always saying that it was interesting, Chef Sun's tone suddenly became heavy, "Learning to cook is hard, I'm afraid I can't resist it just by being interesting." ”

"So what?" Chef Sun said a little deeper, and Changxin was a little incomprehensible, "Master, what do you say you want to rely on, Changxin will definitely find a way to find it!" ”

"It depends on why you came to learn...... Chef Sun added another piece of wood to the stove.

Why learn to cook? Su Hongtang stood outside the door and heard Chef Sun ask this sentence, and couldn't move for a long time.

She came to learn to cook at that time, and Chef Sun also asked why she came here.

The reply she gave was that she came for Shizun, and she wanted to have good cooking skills, so she could wash her hands and make soup for Shizun.

Although this reply touched Chef Sun, it did not let her get her wish.

Doing food depends on talent. Mental strength alone is not enough.

When she found that it was difficult for her to cook well, Su Hongtang also thought it through, she specialized in art, and she was not a cooking material.

In addition, the master may not be rare in the meals she makes.

Thinking that Changxin was facing the same test as herself in the house, Su Hongtang chuckled and waved her hand, letting Lu Fei stop at the door with her.

Seeing Su Hongtang's hand waving at her, Lu Fei walked to Su Hongtang's side and stood up.

Standing and standing, Lu Fei peeked at Su Hongtang's side face a few times, and his heart was beating wildly.

She suddenly wanted to speak to the woman in red beside her, and said, Pavilion Master, Lu Fei will make meals.

But she didn't dare.

There is no shortage of cooks for masters.

Su Hongtang and Lu Fei stood at the door with their own concerns, letting the snow in the courtyard slowly turn into water and seep into the soil. However, Changxin and Chef Sun in the house were extremely speculative according to why they wanted to learn from the cook.

"Changxin just wants to make a bowl of porridge for his mother." Changxin nervously pulled Chef Sun's sleeve, for fear that this reason would not suit Chef Sun's wishes.

Chef Sun heard the words 'I just want to make a bowl of porridge for my mother's relatives' from his side, and his eyes suddenly turned red, "Really?" Hahahaha! The little girl is a good film! When I first learned to cook, I also wanted to honor my mother. ”

"But isn't that good?" Changxin saw that Chef Sun's face was wrong, and moved a little closer to Chef Sun.

What's so bad about wanting to honor your mother? Chef Sun smiled and reached out to pat Changxin's shoulder, "Very good!" ”

"Then why are Master's eye circles red?" Changxin saw that Chef Sun was smiling, and he didn't understand why his eyes were red.

"Master is happy...... Happy ......" Chef Sun raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes, it has been more than ten years since his mother died, and he didn't eat the food he cooked before he died.

"Oh!" Changxin saw that Chef Sun was wiping away tears, so he whispered in response, and then obediently sat in front of the stove with Chef Sun, watching the fire in the stove slowly grow bigger and smaller.