Chapter 126

Seeing that the little chef was so fierce, He Jinghui couldn't help but roll her eyes, although the apron she was wearing for a long time, it was very clean, and people with cleanliness habits generally had a bad temper, which He Jinghui deeply understood. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

He Jinghui secretly made a judgment, Xiao Wangcai, a clever ghost, first ran over with a flattering expression, two fluffy little paws holding the little cook's embroidered shoes, and looked at the little chef pitifully with big watery eyes.

He Jinghui looked at Xiao Wangcai's appearance of flattering and pretending to be pitiful with the girl, and thought to himself, this kitchen girl may not eat you.

Xiao Wangcai seemed to have a heart with the master, glanced at him, continued to wag his tail and continued to flatter, Shui Mengmeng's big eyes continued to pretend to be innocent and pitiful, but he didn't think that the little cook's brows gradually relaxed, squatted down, touched Xiao Wangcai's head, this little guy was even more energetic, looking at the little cook with big watery eyes, and the little pink tongue kept licking the little cook's hand.

The little cook's voice softened, and she asked Wangcai like a child, "Little dog, are you hungry?" Sister, I'm going to get you bones to eat!"

Xiao Wangcai looked even more well-behaved, with two fluffy little paws on the knees of the little cook, constantly shaking his head and tail, looking pitiful and painful.

The little chef didn't pay attention to He Jinghui anymore, but turned around to find something to eat for Xiao Wangcai, Xiao Wangcai shook his head and shook his tail and sat at the door of the dining room very obediently and waited, He Jinghui couldn't help but admire, Xiao Wangcai, your ability to sell cuteness is really unprecedented, and there is no one to come.

The little chef took a lot of bones and a lot of braised pork for Xiao Wangcai, Xiao Wangcai ate his gluttonous feast like a little tyrant, and looked up at the little chef from time to time to look at the cute and well-behaved appearance, and then continued to lower his head, it was not gobbling up, but very particular about eating appearance, eating very gentle, the little chef touched its head, and wanted to turn back to the kitchen to continue to give it broth, for fear that it would choke on eating meat.

Xiao Wangcai, a clever ghost, saw the little chef turn her back into the kitchen, so he hurriedly devoured a few bites.

He Jinghui saw the little cook come out with the broth inside, and he also felt hungry, and he didn't eat after running all day today.

The stomach was gurgling, and when this little Wangcai saw this little cook come out, he began to eat very Sven again.

He Jinghui really thinks that this little Wangcai is simply his mother's actor, you are still a puppy, you are simply more scheming than people.

Xiao Wangcai snorted twice, which means, if I am not smart, how can I pick you up and be my master.

He Jinghui only felt that his five organs were beating the drum, so he also said to the little cook pitifully: "Girl, I haven't eaten for a day, can you find me something to eat!" ”

The beautiful little cook glanced at him, turned around and went in, took a steamed bun and handed it to him, the white fat little hand held the steamed bun and handed it to him, He Jinghui stared at it for a second before taking it, give Wangcai braised pork, give me a steamed bun.

These days, dogs and people are really treated differently...... It seems that he gave this dog the wrong name, the rich one, Wangcai, that is, he hopes that it can become a talent, but now it seems that it no longer needs to become a talent, because it has become a refinement.

He Jinghui was really hungry, his eyes were already shining, and he took a bite of the steamed bun, and Xiao Wangcai continued to eat its braised pork there.

He Jinghui ate the tasteless steamed buns, looked at Xiao Wangcai and looked at the little chef with pity and gratitude, and the little chef touched the hair on Xiao Wangcai's back with a fond face.

She looked up at He Jinghui and said, "Hey, this is your dog, how old is it?" ”

He Jinghui shook his head and said, "I don't know, I just picked it up for seven days." ”

The little chef obviously spoke to him in a much more polite tone: "You are quite caring!" Seeing this man keep staring at herself at first, she still felt very annoyed, but she didn't expect him to be quite loving.

He Jinghui smiled honestly and said: "The little thing is very smart and cute, it has no food in the original village, so I will take it in!" ”

Xiao Wangcai, the little elf, looked at the little cook with a pitiful expression, which seemed to mean that his previous dog life was very miserable, and he lived a life without a meal, and the little cook couldn't help but be moved, this little guy's dog life was too pitiful.

The little chef ran to the kitchen again and handed a bowl full of braised pork to He Jinghui, she just wanted to say, you can take these back to Wangcai to eat.

He Jinghui took it and already picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, the braised pork was very good, the meat was glutinous, and it melted in the mouth.

After He Jinghui ate it, he praised it: "This meat is good, but if you add a simple herb to it, it will taste even better!" ”

The little chef couldn't help but say that this braised pork was what she wanted to give to the puppy.

This aroused her curiosity: "What herbs to add, my master made this braised pork, and everyone who has eaten it is full of praise, and no one has ever said that it is defective." ”

He Jinghui smiled honestly and said, "This braised pork is really good, but the girl never thinks that although this meat is delicious, it lacks a unique sweetness!" If you add a simple Chinese medicine to it, the taste will be different! ”

"Tangerine peel?" The little girl waited for her round eyes to look at He Jinghui, this tangerine peel is very common, but she has not heard of it, you need to add tangerine peel to make braised pork.

This feature is still He Jinghui in An Mingyang's cottage, learned from the chef, lurking in the enemy as a helper for an afternoon only learned this dish that the chef has been good at for 30 years, braised pork, He Jinghui just tasted the braised pork here, although it is also melted in the mouth, but because the tangerine peel is not added, the taste is missing a trace of sweetness, that is, it is a little bit worse, which makes the taste fly in the ointment.

Although He Jinghui is not a Virgo, and his usual life is not so calculating and overly exquisite, as an excellent diner and food critic, his pursuit of food is with a meticulous enterprising heart.

As soon as He Jinghui said this, the little girl looked at him suspiciously, He Jinghui looked at it a lot of times, and he didn't know if Wu Meier had come back, he was a little anxious to go back and take a look, and then see that Xiao Wangcai had eaten and drunk enough, and continued to sell cuteness at the feet of the little girl.

So he said, "Thank you little girl for providing us with food, I still have important things to do, so I will take my leave!" "He's always been honest and polite.

He Jinghui whistled and called, "Wangcai is gone!" ”

Wangcai reluctantly left the little girl in the kitchen, and looked back after walking three times. That seems to mean, sister, don't forget Wangcai, I will come to my sister next time I don't have anything to eat.

Seeing Wangcai's reluctance to love her, this little girl stopped He Jinghui and said, "Hey, this son, I still have some buns here, if you don't dislike it, take them back for supper, this is last night's banquet didn't have time." ”

He Jinghui heard her mention last night's banquet, yes, last night's big banquet, so many drinks and dishes must be provided by the dining room, they shuttled between the hall and the kitchen, and last night Huang Li was dressed so outstandingly, maybe the little girl in the dining room will see her, but this little girl is obviously a very character person, you must become friends with her first, she can chat well, obviously, people are charm tactics, like the young master of the wind, Yushu Linfeng, standing there makes the yellow bird girl crazy, but he is different, He has a dog who can roll around and sell cute and pretend to be pitiful, Wangcai!

He's going to have to go pet tactics.

Xiao Wangcai looked at He Jinghui and turned around, and rushed back to the arms of the little girl in the kitchen, her sister's arms were so warm, Xiao Wangcai's hairy head rubbed happily on the white and fat hands of the kitchen girl, and the little pink tongue licked around, which seemed to express, sister, you have so much delicious food here, Wangcai wants to be friends with you......

In order to let the cute and cute Wangcai stay for a while, the little girl warmly invited He Jinghui to sit in the dining room and eat steamed buns.

Although He Jinghui was in a hurry to go back to see Wu Mei'er, he thought that the people in this dining room might have inadvertently seen any useful clues because they were shuttling through the main hall, after all, some details may not have been taken seriously at the time, but for them who are pressed for time, they may be important clues.

He Jinghui was honored to rely on his pet Wangcai to successfully enter the dining room.

He Jinghui only thinks that this super large kitchen is simply too luxurious, it is as high as three floors, the spiral staircase leads to the first floor, the three floors are divided into various spices, the first floor is full of fresh ingredients and vegetables, and the beautiful porcelain fish tank is actually raised with live fish, and there are many beautiful wild birds in the cage that cannot be named.

He Jinghui was really eye-opening, Xiao Wangcai also felt fresh, so he stepped forward to sniff it, and the little girl said with some sadness: "Little dog, you are lucky to pick up an owner, but these poor birds are about to be made into a good meal......"

He Jinghui listened to this, this little girl is quite sympathetic. But as a chef, it's not good to be too sympathetic, you can't always make food crying every day, the reason why food is called food depends not only on the chef's cooking skills, but more importantly, on the heart, only the food with the heart, that is the real delicacy.

If the chef himself is not in a good mood, how can he make an appetite that will impress people's hearts and taste right?