The golden millet pumpkin porridge was served on the table, and Li Mingyu, Yuan Lin, and Zhou Ruisheng all sat down.

Li Mingyu stirred the hot rice porridge with a porcelain spoon and asked, "Did you sleep well?" ”

"I'm so sleepy right now." He yawned long as he spoke, and the corners of his eyes sparkled.

"I feel like I'm sleeping okay, it's going to be less sleepy." Yan Yan took an egg, turned the egg and knocked it around, pinched the big head with his left hand, and gently pressed his right hand, and the complete upper half of the eggshell was removed.

"Hungry is really hungry." After eating the eggs in small bites, Yan Yan scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge and blew it into his mouth.

Yuan Lin gently rubbed his temples, half-closed his eyes, and said, "I'm also a little sleepy, I dream at night, my dreams are full of zombies, and I'm tired." ”

Zhou Ruisheng sandwiched a piece of cake for his youngest daughter, peeled off an egg and put it in her porridge bowl, and said, "Xiao Yuan also has nightmares?" Me too, being chased by countless rats with big heads, making people tired of running in their dreams~"

"Haha, then I'm a little better than Uncle Zhou, I'm tired of killing zombies." Yuan Lin smiled lightly.

"Let's change me to drive today, Mingyu sleeps a little more on the road, what about Uncle Zhou, can you continue driving?" Lu Cangyao stopped his chopsticks and looked at the few people who spent their energy to kill zombies last night, except for Yan Yan, who had the ability to help adjust the state, his face was more or less tired.

"Why don't we rest for another morning and leave again in the afternoon?"

Zhou Ruisheng hurriedly said: "No, no, it's too delayed, I told Fen Fen that she would drive today." ”

His wife and children are all around, but he knows that they are in a hurry to return home, and there are distant relatives who are worried about each other.

Therefore, it is better to reach their destination as soon as possible to avoid any accidents.

"Does Aunt Fen drive?" Seeing Sun Yufen nodded, Lu Cangyao said, "That's good." ”

Baili Feihong was originally sleepy and couldn't open his eyes, but after being blackmailed by Baili Anlan, he was still very awake, eating fragrant green onion cakes, the chaotic emotions in his mind earlier disappeared, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he frequently looked at the oversized porcelain plate rotating on the table.

Didn't listen to what anyone was saying.

The so-called eating in the bowl and looking at the pot is like that.

Baili Anlan swallowed the cake held by the chopsticks in a reserved and restrained mouthful, kept his upper body still, and kicked Baili Feihong under the table without changing his face, signaling him to restrain a little.

After drinking half a bowl in a row, he was reluctant to put down the bowl, Yan Yan only felt that his mouth was full of indescribable aroma: "This millet porridge is delicious!" Absolutely, I never knew that porridge could make me want to eat a second bowl. ”

"It's really fragrant, when it's boiled on low heat in the kitchen, the fragrance is light and light, but it's even more attractive than now," Ye Yunwei took a white porcelain spoon and picked up Yan Yan's words, "Mingyu's cooking method of porridge is no different from what I usually make, but what comes out is more fragrant than mine." ”

"Is there anything special about the ratio of water and rice and the control of the heat?" She looked at Lee Ming-woo, who was gradually recovering his spirits.

Li Mingyu drank the slightly hot porridge, as his body warmed up, his mind also regained sharpness, he was stunned for a moment, put the small spoon on the edge of the bowl and put it into the bowl, and then said: "Sister Ye's question almost made me stunned again." ”

"Because I cook porridge, cook, and stir-fry, these are all made when I was a child, and now they are all based on feelings and habits, and I haven't reacted for a while when I ask about the special."

Ye Yunwei: "It's all routine for you. ”

Li Mingyu thought about it seriously and said: "That's what you said, Sister Ye, if you really want to say it, our professional chefs may have a finer control over the heat than ordinary people, and different ingredients need the most suitable heat for them to bring out their best flavor." ”

As a scientific researcher, Ye Yunwei must pay attention to precision in everything, and it is best to be able to unify the standard, so that the layman can see at a glance that this is the same level.

So she asked, "Is there no standard that the average person can master?" Is it entirely by feeling? ”

Li Mingyu leaned back: "Hiss-this question, probably not, right?" When I was studying, I practiced countless times before I slowly found the point that suited me and the feeling of being handy. I once asked my grandfather and my father, and they all said that I should find my own feelings, and the best food I made was the best heat. ”

He shrugged his shoulders, a national treasure chef like his grandfather is quite idealistic in cooking, as a descendant of the Li family, he has the conditions to ask other masters, of course, they are all grandfathers, and those masters are also like his grandfather taught him, cooking completely depends on the feel, and making perfect dishes has become their instinct engraved in their bones.

There is no universal standard.

"Is that why my cooking tastes ordinary? I always want to use the most accurate grams, heat and time to control it to finally cook and come out of the pot. Ye Yunwei said jokingly: "I can eat it, but it's not very delicious, and I always feel that there are shortcomings." ”

Yan Yan suddenly said: "This kind of meal has no soul." ”

"Ah, yes, that's it, if it's too deliberate, there will be less innovation and less firework in life." Li Mingyu propped up the edge of the table with both hands, and said solemnly: "We eat food to fill our stomachs and satisfy our tongues, not to show off our skills." ”

"My grandfather said that we chefs can cook delicately and elegantly, and we can be rough and bold, but in the end, we all have to make people eat. People who come to eat don't care how complicated your process is, how precise the ingredients are, they eat the taste, to satisfy and delight themselves, so there is no standard, delicious and delicious is the first standard. ”

"The old man is so right, let's go to the restaurant to eat, isn't it just to be delicious? We don't care about it when it's so complicated, as long as it's delicious, the ingredients are clean and fresh, and I am willing to pay for my appetite. ”

Zhou Ruisheng echoed and sighed: "Now there are many big hotels and star-rated hotels that have bells and whistles for publicity, I go to eat, it is not as delicious as the fly restaurant outside, and the money is really not worth it." ”

Lu Cangyao doesn't have too high a pursuit of food, as long as she can eat enough, but food can make her feel better, and she won't treat herself badly, she has to eat something that is not delicious.

With years of experience and feel when the chef cooks, it is like she controls many abilities in her spiritual sea, and at the beginning she is not much stronger than others.

But she can use and think about it and slowly figure out how to use different abilities, making weak abilities stronger and strong abilities softer.

Like Li Mingyu's cooking, there is no standard practice for the control of abilities, and it feels like it will come naturally, and when the ability is used to reach the state of being like an arm, it will naturally win many more than those of the same level.

This is what makes her special from others.