"Scallion pancakes?"

Mo Han touched his chin with his hand and glanced at Thirteen, who was not far from him.

"I can do it!"

Thirteen understood what the lord meant, and nodded vigorously towards Mo Han.

Perhaps because he was too fat, Thirteen nodded very strongly.

Mo Han even suspected that even if Thirteen used such a little more force, the whole person would fall to the ground.

"No. ”

The scallion pancake needs noodles and chopped green onions, but Thirteen's vegetable field has not yet been harvested, so Mo Han can only endure the pain and exchange a large bundle of Northeast green onions from the system mall and hand it to Thirteen.

Although scallion pancakes are Paul Liang's favorite, it doesn't affect Mo Han from asking other people in the territory to add a meal.

The 2-meter-wide and 4-meter-long special slabs were erected in the square by several wooden stakes.

A simple stove that had been lit by the time of the thirteen noodles.

The order was given by the lord of Mo Han, so Thirteen directly took action in person.

The two bags of flour were opened by the cook and poured into the wooden basin.

The tub was carried to the table at the command of Thirteen.

In order to facilitate his own operation, Thirteen directly rolled up his sleeves and asked the cook to help him tie them up.

After all this was done, Thirteen closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Just when Mo Han and the others were curious to ask him why he did this, Thirteen began to move.

Thirteen, whose eyes opened suddenly, changed the temperament of the whole person.

If Thirteen was a kind fat man before he didn't cook, Thirteen, who started cooking, became an artist.

The short and thick hands gave people a clumsy feeling, but at the moment they were flexible in the wooden basin.

The flour quickly took shape, and Mo Han, who was watching from the sidelines, even felt that time had only passed for a short time.

"Bang!"

It seemed that the heat was almost over, and as soon as the thirteen waists were forced, the dough was smashed on the board, and the flour that had been sprinkled in the morning was stirred.

"Green onions!"

The washed green onions are served on the cutting board.

"Hmm!"

Thirteen glanced at the green and white onions on the board and let out a cold snort.

Mo Han saw that the cook standing beside Thirteen moved his steps uncontrollably, and his eyes were fixed on his feet.

"I don't want a next time. ”

Probably because of Mo Han's presence, Thirteen didn't grasp the problem, and after saying this sentence in a stern tone, he began to move in his hands.

When the cook heard this, he wanted to come forward to help as if he was about to be amnesty, but was stopped by Thirteen's eyes.

I saw thirteen's fat hands scratching on the green onions on the board, and the green onions seemed to have been tested by a magic and began to dance on the board.

Jumping and jumping, the green onion is divided into two parts, one part is basically the same shape, and the other part is tall, short, fat and thin.

Mo Han's scalp was numb while watching, on the one hand, because of Thirteen's pickiness, and because it came from the system.

It stands to reason that the system must be a high-quality product, but in the hands of the thirteenth, Mo Han felt that the number of defective products had reached a certain extent.

"Pot!"

After entering the state, Thirteen's speech became concise and to the point.

After receiving the instructions, the cook immediately ran to the stove and started to set the fire.

Trying it on the iron pot with his hand, perhaps sensing that the temperature was about the same, Thirteen poured the oil into it and made a sizzling sound.

"Huh!"

With a command, Thirteen put the scallion pancakes into the pot with a rolling pin.

Unlike other chefs, when making cakes, they will fry them and process them at the same time.

After the scallion pancake was in the pot, Thirteen began to stare at it, adjusting its position from time to time.

"Gollum~"

Macon swallowed his saliva first, and then the iron stone.

Suddenly, the whole square turned into a sea of saliva.

Mo Han, who was swallowed with his saliva, felt so embarrassed, why were the people in his territory so unlevel, he felt that his lord had done well enough.

"Lord! ”

After the first scallion pancake was ready, Thirteen separated it with a knife and brought it to Mo Han.

As for the others, at this time they ran to the stove with the interest.

The stove was surrounded all of a sudden, and the short body of the kitchen was directly sandwiched in the center.

Through the gap, Mo Han saw a happy smile on Chuyi's face.

"Not bad. ”

The scallion pancake was brought in front of him, and Mo Han was not polite, and directly lifted a layer and put it in his mouth.

The scallion pancakes were delicious, and they had reached a melt-in-your-mouth texture, and after Mo Han finished eating one piece, he picked up the second one.

"Taste it. ”

The second piece, Mo Han did not give it to himself, but handed it to Paul Win.

The original intention of making scallion pancakes was for Paul Liang, and Mo Han has not forgotten it.

Taking the scallion pancake handed over by Mo Han, Paul Wen did not rush to take a bite, but took it and sniffed it on his nose.

After sniffing, Paul Win's brow furrowed, but instead of speaking, he opened his mouth and bit down.

"Lord......"

At the entrance of the scallion pancake, Paul Wen raised his head and glanced at Thirteen before saying to Mo Han.

"It's not a mom's taste. ”

Questioned in his own professional field, Mo Han saw obvious displeasure on Thirteen's face.

"Thirteen, don't worry. ”

Stopping Thirteen, who is about to lose his temper, and avoiding a repeat of the tragedy of Grigory Weaver and David Kelton, Mohan motions for Paul Win to finish.

"This cake is much better than my mother's cooking. ”

Paul Wyn also sensed that something was wrong at this time, and confessed a mistake to Thirteen with his eyes before continuing to speak.

"But there's one less flavor. ”

Paul Wen had an unspeakable hidden on his face, but he couldn't express it, and Mo Han on the side was anxious for him.

"Is it the smell of family affection?"

At this time, Ma Kong ran over with a piece of scallion pancake in his mouth.

"My mom made noodles, I feel unique. ”

Seeing that everyone's attention shifted to himself, Makong hurriedly explained.

"I asked my mother, and she said that when she was making noodles, she added a little grass in front of my house. ”

"I remember!"

After Makong's reminder, Paul Wen instantly came to his senses and looked at Mo Han with an eager expression.

"There is a red-leafed tree at the back of my house that bears a blue fruit every autumn, and my mom collects some of it every year. Add it to it when cooking. ”

"What fruit?"

Mo Han and Thirteen asked at the same time, Mo Han was concerned about Paul Liang, and Thirteen wanted to try this strange ingredient.

"I don't know. ”

Paul Wynn replied decisively, without a hint of sadness on his face.

"There's one in the territory, but there's a colony of bone-grinding ants around. ”

"Where do you say?"

The scallion pancake in Makong's mouth fell to the ground.