Who teaches carvers?

It's a sad thing.

Qiao Manfan thought about it, looked left and right, and whispered like a thief: "My grandfather." ”

The old lady of the Qiao family died a long time ago, how could she teach, it was the grandfather of that world who really taught her.

There is also a set of heirloom carving knives at home, there are gold and silver, which are handed down by the ancestors, a box full of eighteen weapons, but unfortunately they cannot be brought to this world.

Master Li couldn't help frowning when he saw that she wanted to stop talking and stop talking, what was there to say.

"Your grandfather?" Master Li was already thinking about which bad old man in the association was.

The staff next to him saw that neither of them was eating, and they were still discussing whether the food was good or not, and they all sighed a little, the chef is different.

At the moment of food, where can you take care of so much.

Chef Li commented on the dishes made by Qiao Manfan one by one, and found some faults in each dish, such as the color of the dish is not good-looking, the meat is too old and too woody, the meat is tender and chewy, and the carving is beautiful and unpalatable.

There were a lot of problems, Qiao Manfan listened, and smiled, and Master Li was very angry, "Do you think I'm deliberately picking on thorns, you go to the association to see how they cook." ”

Qiao Manfan: "Okay, I see. The mobile phone in his pocket rang, and Qiao Manfan immediately answered the phone.

Qiao Moqian asked, "When are you leaving?" ”

Qiao Manfan looked at Qiao Moqian, Qiao Moqian was looking at this side, holding his mobile phone and talking, his eyes were sharp and looking through the crowd to this side, Qiao Manfan said, "Later." "Hung up the phone.

Qiao Manfan said to Master Li: "Uncle, I still have something, I have to go first." ”

Master Li's face was stinky: "Let's go, remember to go to the association." ”

"Okay, then I'll go." Qiao Manfan turned around and left, and when he couldn't see her figure anymore, Master Li took out the old man's machine and dialed the phone slowly.

"Master, what's the matter?" A clear voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Kwon An, I have found a seedling, and I want to attract it into the association, cultivate it well, and maybe I can represent the country in the competition." Master Li said.

"I see, I'll pay attention." Kwon An said.

Chef Li advised: "You also have to practice your cooking skills well, don't be busy with some inexplicable things every day, I think you can't even compare to the cooking skills of the red haired boy in the future." ”

"I don't want my apprentice to be inferior to Old Man Zhang's apprentice, and then he should be in front of me again, or will you resign as vice president and concentrate on cooking?"

"There's just so much going on that affects the mood of cooking."

Quan An said helplessly: "Okay, I know the master, I won't be left behind." ”

Quan An hung up the phone, his expression was very helpless, the master didn't even give him a contact information, how could he absorb people into the association.

The old man is very unreliable.

Quan An looked at the red-haired boy lying on the sofa like a dead corpse, "You don't have to lie here for me." ”

The red-haired boy dyed his big red hair, his whole person was like a burning flame, he had a lollipop in his mouth, and his eyebrows were full of unruliness and perverseness, and more pride.

It doesn't look like a chef, but it looks like a mixed entertainment industry, flamboyant and enthusiastic.

The red-haired boy couldn't get used to Quan An's tepid, warm appearance, he sat up and crossed Erlang's legs.