In the kitchen, Happy started work left and right, and the two bright kitchen knives turned into two white shadows under the wave of his hands, and in an instant, the space radish on the cutting board was cut into powdered dices.

"Boom!" With a wave of the Happy Kitchen Knife, he scooped up the crushed radish on the cutting board, and with a slight lift, a pile of more than two catties of crushed radish was accurately thrown into the plate on the side.

Immediately afterwards, happily took the space cabbage, put down the center of the cutting board, picked up a kitchen knife on both sides, and gently flipped the wrists of both hands to draw two snowy knife flowers in the air.

The light of the knife and the crisp and rhythmic sound of the knife cutting board, coupled with the faint fragrance of vegetables, are like an extraordinary symphony of color, sound and taste, which blooms leisurely in this kitchen.

Smelling the faint fragrance, everyone in the utility room couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"What kind of magic did that kid do? How can you simply memorize those cabbage radishes give off such an attractive taste? Industrious couldn't help muttering.

When Wu Xiaosong heard this, he suddenly felt happy, hehe, dare to love you, an old man, there are things you don't understand!

With joy in his heart, Wu Xiaosong raised his fist and put it to his mouth and coughed softly: "Grandpa Qin, you don't understand this, right?" Then let the master talk to you well. ”

"Bang!" Wu Xiaosong was still proud, but he was slapped on the back of the head by his father: "You little rabbit cub, who are you talking to?" Master?! Under-pump, you? ”

Wu Xiaosong covered his head in pain, damn, he was so proud! I forgot that none of these people around me could afford to mess with me!

Wu Xiaosong glanced at his father resentfully, and muttered, "Didn't I accidentally say something!" Why hit someone in the back of the head again, in case you hit a fool, see who will give you a pension in the future! ”

Hearing Wu Xiaosong muttering like this, Wu Qingyun suddenly glared at the tiger's eyes: "Stinky boy, you kid ......"

Just as Wu Qingyun was pondering whether to teach this kid another lesson, Old Qin on the side spoke: "Okay, Qingyun boy, don't show off your dad in front of the old man!" Don't you have to be chased and beaten by your old man every day? How many times have I given you the driver? ”

"And this?" When Wu Xiaosong heard this, his ears were instantly erected, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Hehe, Grandpa Qin, tell me, how did my grandfather clean up my old man in the first place?" ”

Suddenly, the surrounding group of doctors all pricked up their ears, their eyes flashed with endless gossip, and they could hear the childhood troubles of the director of the Jinghua City Public Security Bureau, which was a rare opportunity! Bragging and farting with others in the future is also a rare talking point!

Even Luo Bicheng, who grew up with Wu Qingyun with a bare ass, also showed a look of interest, although he also knew that he was a stubborn master with a small beating, and when he was a child, he was chased and beaten by his old man in the compound for three days, but he really saw it with his own eyes a few times.

Because Wu Qingyun's Lao Tzu was a well-known Black Yama in the cadre compound, as soon as Yama became powerful, all the little ghosts in the compound ran away, who would dare to stay and watch!

"Stinky boy, you really owe a cigarette, don't you?" Wu Qingyun glared at his son fiercely, looked at Qin Lao depressedly, and smiled awkwardly, "Hehe, Qin Lao, this is all a matter of childhood, why are you mentioning him?" ”

Seeing Wu Qingyun like this, Qin Lao suddenly smiled, and said to Wu Xiaosong, who was looking at him expectantly: "Okay, martial arts boy, don't sell Guanzi, tell us everything you know!" ”…,

Wu Xiaosong looked at Qin Lao's appearance, and it seemed that he would not tell him about his father's beating, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed, of course, he didn't dare to show this disappointment, because he saw that his Lao Tzu's bear paw had been quietly raised, if he said one more nonsense, it was estimated that the next moment he would immediately come to a trick to "split the mountain to save his mother" and split himself alive.

Wu Xiaosong shrugged his seemingly nonexistent neck, he shouldn't sell Guan Zi anymore: "Generally speaking, there are five levels of chefs recognized by our Huaxia Kingdom, which are five levels, which are junior, intermediate, senior, technician and senior technician, and senior technician is currently recognized as the highest level of chef. ”

"Isn't that right? Isn't there a special chef in that? A doctor from a nursing home on the side suddenly interjected, although he didn't know much about the chef industry, he still heard of the restaurant advertisements that filled the streets.

Many restaurants usually claim that there are special chefs sitting in Yunyun when they advertise to the public, and this special chef should be one level higher than the senior technician, right? But why did Wu Xiaosong say that this chef only had five levels?

The people on the side also showed such doubts, and it was obvious that they also had such doubts.

Wu Xiaosong glanced at him dissatisfiedly: "What's the hurry, didn't I just say it?" If you don't understand, listen to it! Didn't the teacher teach you to listen more and talk less? ”

"Nima! The teacher asked me to raise my hand more to speak! The doctor muttered in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, after all, this fat man is the son of the director of the city's public security bureau!

Seeing that the doctor didn't dare to speak, Wu Xiaosong suddenly snorted with satisfaction: "As for the so-called special first-class and second-class chefs rumored by the people, they were only titles before the chef hierarchy came out, and they have all been canceled now." It's just that some restaurants have been used for publicity gimmicks to this day. ”

"Therefore, the chef of the senior technician level is also the highest level of chef at present, and is popular among major star-rated hotels and restaurants." Wu Xiaosong said, "However, in the chef industry, there is an independent hierarchy above the senior technician!" ”

"That's the Chef level!" Speaking of this, Wu Xiaosong couldn't help but dance with some eyebrows: "Strictly speaking, the chef god level can no longer be described by level, that is a realm, the highest realm of a chef!" ”

"No chef, even a first-class chef, can avoid using trimmings and seasonings to add color and flavor to food, but compared to those low-level chefs who abuse condiments, they know how to get closer to the taste of the ingredients themselves. But even so, it is still a foreign way. ”

"And the chefs who have reached the realm of the god of cooking, they don't need to rely on any condiments, just the taste of the various ingredients themselves, they can cook one after another peerless deliciousness!" Smelling the fragrance wafting through his nose, Wu Xiaosong couldn't help but swallow his saliva, "Legend has it that when Ku Ding unraveled the cow, the blade passed by, and the beef slices were fresh and tender, and they could be served without additional cooking, and they melted in the mouth without a trace of fishy smell." With just one ox knife, Ku Ding can make a beef dish that countless princes and nobles worry about day and night, and this realm is the god of cooking! ”

"The Happy Brothers now use only a kitchen knife to completely liberate the unique fragrance of the vegetables themselves, which is the same as the legendary chef Ding Ding! He must be the legendary god of cooking! Speaking of the most embarrassing queen, Wu Xiaosong couldn't help but dance a little, "As long as you are happy and willing, let alone the whole country, even the top hotels in the world will rush over to grab him!" When the time comes, don't talk about an annual salary of millions, even if it's tens of millions, it's no problem! In foreign countries, people don't settle with Huaxia coins! ”

As Wu Xiaosong told step by step, Qin Lao's face gradually changed from curiosity to unkindness: Damn! Speaking of which, the happy boy turned out to be a kitchen god?! What the hell is this martial artist kid playing with me? Or are you playing with me? Or are you playing with me? …,

Sensei said that Old Man Qin didn't believe it, and even several other doctors, along with Luo Biwu and Wu Xiaosong's father Wu Qingyun, didn't believe it, admittedly, the fragrance he smelled at the moment was indeed very pure, much more fragrant than the ordinary cut cabbage radish, but it was not as exaggerated as Wu Xiaosong said, right?

Kitchen God Realm? How many of the millions of chefs in the world can there be? Even if it is a special level chef, there are only a handful of them in each country, even if Huaxia has a huge population base as a foundation, there are only about 20 people who really have the qualification of a special class chef, and the youngest of them is already fifty years away!

But at this moment, Wu Xiaosong actually said that happiness has reached the realm of the god of cooking, is this too rash? How old is Happy? It's not even twenty-five!

Seeing that everyone showed disbelief, Wu Xiaosong suddenly pursed his lips, don't believe it, right? It's okay! Later, when you eat the buns, you will believe it!

If Wu Xiaosong gave him such a high evaluation, I am afraid he would bury his head in the pot in shame.

What kind of kitchen god? Nima's, brother, I haven't even gotten a junior chef certificate!

No matter how high-minded Wu Xiaosong is, Happy has prepared all the fillings and ingredients step by step, wrapped the pork and beef cut into diced meat with diced cabbage and diced radish respectively, and then kneaded and stirred them to mix them evenly, and at this time there was a ding-dong bell from the fermentation box, and the dough was fermented.

Happy took out the fermented dough and started to make steamed buns.

"Alright, you can come out."

Hearing the happy greeting, the people who had been a little impatient in the utility room suddenly rushed out and came to the cupboard.

What kind of hands are these? Ten fingers fly like a butterfly, each finger crosses a perfect curve, like a jade lotus blooming, each bloom will have a round white and tender bun gently slipping from the flowers.

At this time, Xingxing is no longer making steamed buns, but more like performing an amazing finger dance!

At this time, Qin Lao was also deeply shocked, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind: Perhaps, this kid has really found a path of his own!

(Lao Mou is very moved, there has been no update all day, and you can still send the mountain god to the list of total clicks!) Thank you for your support and care! Lao Mou is not only moved! Still impressed! Thank you! ）