The next day, Sikong Yao returned to work at Renqian Flavor House as usual, but unlike before, she knew that something special was going to happen today. Last night, Battlefield Yuan Fengxue had already agreed with Sikong Yao, and today he would come to Battlefield Yuan Ze to have a good talk, although the battlefield Yuan Fengxue's mother, who had been able to teach Sikong Yao to cook cherry blossom jelly, had passed away, but he could also use other methods to make his cultivation journey more interesting.

If this matter can be handled smoothly, Sikong Yao also plans to take this opportunity to let Battlefield Yuan Fengxue return to Renqian Taste House, and he has no intention of continuing his cooking studies here. Although Sikong Yao does not deny the deliciousness of sushi, and in addition to kneading sushi in the past, Battlefield Hara Zemi is also teaching her some culture about Japanese cuisine, but this is obviously not what Sikong Yao wants, after all, she is aiming to be a professional pastry chef.

Although learning a more diverse culinary culture is harmless for you, time is precious right now, and vacations are the best opportunity to surpass your peers.

In this world, geniuses are scarce, but there is no scarcity of people who succeed with perseverance, there are many lazy people, but there are many people who work hard. Sikong Yao admits that he is by no means a genius, nor is he a tenacious and hardworking person, but he doesn't want to continue to spend his time on such meaningless things.

Compared with those who are already resting and entertaining, Sikong Yao still prefers that his vacation can be fulfilling, even if he walks around. If you appreciate the culture and food of various places, then your knowledge will also increase, even if it is only a little bit, it is better to stay in the Renqian Taste House and repeat the process work.

With such a determination, Sikong Yao has already made an arrangement for his next trip, of course, everything must be based on the reconciliation of the two fathers and sons, Battlefield Yuan Fengxue and Battlefield Yuan Zejian.

As soon as Sikong Yao thought of this, his head was a little stuffy, and one was the battlefield with joy, anger, sorrow, and unstable snow. One is the battlefield where I can't listen to other people's words. Sikong Yao didn't expect these two people to have any kind of calm communication.

Sighing helplessly, even if Sikong Yao wanted to help reconcile, it was impossible, after all, the dialogue between the father and son of the battlefield was always impossible to use Chinese in order to take care of Sikong Yao. When you think of language, it's a big barrier. Sikong Yao shook his head again and again.

"At least don't quarrel......" I could only pray helplessly in my heart. Sikong Yao looked at the door, Ren Qian Wei House had not yet opened, and the battlefield Yuan Fengxue had not appeared.

Turning his head and opening the battlefield again, Hara Ze glanced at it. Sikong Yao always felt that this man had become a little strange. It is not about actions or words, but about the feeling that people have become silent, and their expressions have lost their usual peace, and can only be described as expressionless.

"It must be because of the peak snow yesterday, right?" Sikong Yao made such a conclusion without authorization, she could feel that in fact, Battlefield Yuan Ze was in love with Battlefield Yuan Fengxue, but this man didn't know how to express his feelings, and his personality made it so that the two fathers and sons couldn't get along.

Shaking his head slightly, after Sikong Yao washed the last dish, he dried his hands, and immediately walked in the direction of the battlefield Yuan Zemi.

Battlefield Hara Zemi was preparing sushi dishes as usual, but his work efficiency was obviously affected, and Sikong Yao saw it, so he also came over.

"I'll help you, Battlefield Senior." Sikong Yao sat down next to Yuan Zemi on the battlefield and helped with the ingredients.

Battlefield Yuan Ze saw that he obviously realized that the reason why Sikong Yao came over to help was probably because she was depressed, so she apologized: "Thank you so much, I don't know how to do it today, and the whole person can't lift my energy." ”

Sikong Yao smiled lightly, and said unintentionally: "If you work all the time, you will get tired of it, people, you should relax more occasionally, spend more time with your family, go out for a walk, in Japan, there should be many good places for picnics, right?" ”

Sikong Yao's words inadvertently gently plucked the soft strings in the heart of the battlefield Yuan Zemi, and the memories of the good times when the battlefield Yuan Fengxue was still young, the good times when the family of three had a picnic under the cherry blossom tree appeared dimly, making him feel a sigh of emotion in his heart.

Battlefield Hara Ze smiled bitterly and said, "Well, you're right. ”

Although he recognized Sikong Yao's words, Battlefield Hara Zemi did not stop his work, and still handled the ingredients in an orderly manner, but that was only on the surface.

Sikong Yao could see that when Battlefield Yuan Ze saw this, he was just instinctively and habitually controlling his hands, but he didn't put his mind on cooking.

Shaking his head, Sikong Yao spoke: "Battlefield senior, you can't do this. ”

Sikong Yao slowly took the nine-hole sushi knife in the hand of the battlefield Hara Zemi, spread a piece of seaweed in front of him, and the knife flashed with silver light, as if he was covering up the battlefield Hara Zemi, and cut the seaweed into small pieces that could roll sushi.

Each piece of seaweed is the same size, and the incision is natural, without a single burr or break, as if it has been carefully polished. On the other hand, the seaweed cut by Yuan Zemi before the battlefield is also a standard rectangle, but it is obviously not as meticulous as Sikong Yao, and the sushi made like this, if it is an old customer, it will definitely be eaten differently.

Battlefield Yuan Ze sighed, when it comes to this point, there is no way to hide anything, his current situation, it is indeed impossible to cook, and sighed: "It looks like there is really no state today." ”

Sikong Yao took over the other seaweed to be disposed of, and said at the same time: "The original predecessor of the battlefield, if a person hides everything in his heart and does not say it, he will suffocate himself. ”

On the battlefield, Yuan Ze was silent, and quietly watched Sikong Yao change the knife into shape a piece of seaweed, the knife was very sharp, and Sikong Yao's knife movement was also smooth, but the way he held the knife was deviated.

Battlefield Hara Zemi raised his hand, and then said, "You didn't hold the knife in the right way." ”

After saying that, Yuan Ze saw that he planned to take the knife in Sikong Yao's hand and demonstrate it to her, but Sikong Yao dodged his hand and said, "Even if the way I hold the knife is different from yours, or different from the orthodox education you received, what so what?" ”

Battlefield Yuan Ze was stunned, and Sikong Yao continued: "As long as you can cut the seaweed slices well, as long as you can cut the roll sushi into equidistant pieces, isn't it okay?" Is it important to hold the knife? You Japanese are used to using a lot of knives, excellence, one-to-one correspondence, and we Chinese, a kitchen knife can solve everything, so can you say that Chinese cuisine is not as good as your Japanese cuisine? The way you hold the knife isn't that important. ”

Battlefield Hara Ze was silent immediately, since Sikong Yao came to Ren Qian Taste House, it was the first time to discuss the issue of cooking with himself in turn, although it seemed a little out of place in this situation, but Battlefield Hara Zemi was willing to listen.

If it was according to the character of Yuan Zemi on the battlefield in the past, he would definitely not change his mind, but today is different, because he has a feeling that what Sikong Yao wants to say is not just knife work, not just cooking, but hidden behind the scenes, battlefield Yuan Fengxue.

For this reason, Battlefield Yuan Zejian did not interrupt Sikong Yao, but let her continue.

Seeing that Battlefield Hara Zemi didn't interrupt his conversation, Sikong Yao also knew what he was thinking, so he continued, "What really determines the taste of a dish is the chef's skills based on the ingredients. There is an old Chinese saying that it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, that is, no matter how smart and hard-working a woman is, it is impossible to make rice without rice. ”

Battlefield Harasawami smiled faintly and said, "When it came to painting, you needed paint, and the knife was the chef's paintbrush. ”

Sikong Yao nodded and said, "That's right, the combination and matching of pigments determines what kind of colors you can blend, and the quality of the painting depends on the ability of the painter, and the pen that connects the paint and the canvas is the knife in my hand." ”

Sikong Yao gently raised the knife, holding the handle firmly in his hand in a fist, using the nine-hole sushi knife as a kitchen knife.

This posture can't be considered beautiful, from the point of view of battlefield Hara Zemi, it is a desecration of this knife, but I don't know why, battlefield Hara Zemi looked at Sikong Yao's gesture, but it was so natural, not the slightest bit pretentious, neither awkward nor ugly.

Sikong Yao smiled again, and immediately changed the way of holding the knife, the blade did not move, and the wrist turned slightly inward, and the index finger stretched out his hand and gently stuck to the back of the knife.

Holding the exquisite nine-hole sushi knife in Sikong Yao's hand, it is naturally extremely beautiful, the shape of the hand and the knife seems to be integrated, and it is very harmoniously spliced together, and the jade-like fingers and the metal knife shining with silver luster are beating charming.

However, on the battlefield, Hara Zemi felt that there was an unspeakable awkwardness, and Sikong Yao was not comfortable.

Although this posture is very beautiful, Sikong Yao doesn't like it, she is used to fist clenching, although she makes such an action, but when she moves the knife, she has no way to start, the knife and the hand are just connected together, but she has no intention of fighting side by side with the chef.

Battlefield Yuan Zejian didn't speak, but he already understood Sikong Yao's intentions. (To be continued......)