Bai Chuwei showed the purple gold flower card, and the restaurant manager immediately paid attention to it, and hurriedly led Bai Chuwei to the direction of the inner kitchen.

Cao Jinhai hasn't been home for almost half a month, he lives in Juxian Pavilion every day, and every day when he wakes up, he practices cooking, and even studies recipes in his dreams.

As soon as I walked in, there was a strong smell of oil smoke, and in the middle of the kitchen were several long long tables, which were full of delicacies, apparently not long after they were made.

Cao Jinhai was wearing a chef's uniform and a tall chef's hat and muttered: "No, why is the food I make always a little less delicious?" It's a little worse than the taste said in the recipe. ”

Cao Jinhai looked at the wall calendar and became a little anxious.

It's getting closer and closer to the time agreed with Miss Bai, but he hasn't studied it thoroughly, can he not be in a hurry?

As soon as Cao Jinhai turned his head, he saw Bai Chuwei walking in with a smile on his face with a cloth bag containing vegetables hanging in his hand.

Cao Jinhai's face turned red, and he became even more anxious: "Miss Bai, why are you here?" ”

"Let's see how well you've learned the recipe I've given."

Cao Jinhai, a well-known chef, stood in front of Bai Chuwei and rubbed his hands, looking very uneasy, like a child who was about to be tested.

Bai Chuwei took a pair of clean chopsticks, picked up a dish and tasted it, and chuckled: "There are still some gaps." ”

An apprentice on the side couldn't help it, looked at Bai Chuwei and said, "Just these dishes, Master Cao can be named the god of cooking." ”

Cao Jinhai angrily scolded at his apprentice: "Shut up! ”

Cao Jinhai's face was flushed, and he said very uncomfortably: "Miss Bai, I have been practicing cooking all night during this time, but I don't know why it is so bad." ”

Cao Jinhai almost burst into tears, "I'm sorry Miss Bai, maybe I won't be able to prepare the banquet you asked me to prepare next Sunday." ”

It's so uncomfortable that after decades of being a chef, he still can't even cook for the first time.

Bai Chuwei chuckled: "Maybe it's because of your ingredients." ”

An apprentice in charge of the ingredients immediately said, "No way, we eat fresh fruits and vegetables every day." ”

Bai Chuwei smiled and handed the cloth bag containing vegetables on the crook of her arm to Cao Jinhai: "Chef Cao, I asked for a table of dishes on Sunday to be made with all the vegetables and meat in it." ”

Cao Jinhai took the cloth bag, a little dazed.

Only...... Just such a cloth bag? Just a few dishes can be made?

You must know that Bai Chuwei pointed out that on Sunday, there were a total of twenty-eight dishes! Even if you empty this cloth bag, you can't make eighteen dishes, right?

Bai Chuwei looked at Cao Jinhai and stopped talking, and said with a slight smile: "Xiao Cao, don't worry, the vegetables, fruits and meat in here are absolutely enough." Sunday, on time. ”

Bai Chuwei turned around and left the kitchen, leaving Cao Jinhai and the two apprentices in a daze.

Cao Jinhai felt that Bai Chuwei was too mysterious, thought about the recipe, gritted his teeth and said, "First pour out all the vegetables in the bag and see how many there are, I'll ...... I try to make twenty-eight dishes out of these. ”

The apprentice on the side almost held his face and screamed, "Master, how is this possible, it's not bad to be able to make five dishes with just such a cloth bag......??? ”

The apprentice's voice stopped suddenly.

Because, Cao Jinhai kept reaching out to take out the vegetables in the cloth bag, one after another...... There is no stop.

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Is your cloth bag a bottomless pit?