After the old man surnamed Najia left, it didn't take long for him to come back, and he thought that he should have settled all the guys who came with Yun Xiaotian and them.

When he returned, he stood by the old wooden door of the kitchen, looking at the strange atmosphere between a man and a woman in front of the stove, confused, and wondered what kind of entangled relationship they had.

But how much else can there be for boys and girls?

It's nothing more than an entangled relationship between men and women.

The old man surnamed Jia is a lot older, and when he guesses in his heart, he thinks that he will not be far from ten.

The old man surnamed Jia smiled knowingly, smiled heartily, walked over, and said with a smile: "Two little friends, have you been waiting here for a long time?" ”

Neither Yun Xiaotian nor Ai Bingtai were used to this sudden enthusiasm, they smiled awkwardly, looked up and replied, "No." ”

The voices of the two came out in unison, overlapping together, as if agreed, an indescribable tacit understanding. Or, after living together for a long time, they unconsciously cultivated such a subtle tacit understanding.

The two looked at each other silently, and found that they seemed to be even more embarrassed, and they looked at the nobody next to them. But even so, they still seemed to be in the same neat and uniform manners, and in the eyes of the old man surnamed Najia, they had the same tacit understanding, which made him feel funny in his heart.

In the old man's opinion, it must be this pair of men and women, I don't know what is awkward, and what kind of sulking is there between each other! And, it seems, he doesn't want him to be seen by an outsider.

"Have you cooked before?" The old man asked

In order to avoid the embarrassment that appeared before.

Yun Xiaotian nodded.

Ai Bingtai shook his head.

The actions between them have finally become different.

But in the eyes of the old man surnamed Najia, he only felt that this little couple was becoming more and more interesting, no matter what they did, they were so synchronous and tacit, but they still wanted to hide from his old eyes that had been tempered thousands of times.

After some inquiry, the old man surnamed Jia understood the situation of these two young people.

The boy could do anything, and the girl could barely do anything.

He had to teach Ai Bingtai to do the simplest thing, sitting in front of the stove to collect firewood for the fire.

And Yun Xiaotian was arranged by him to be able to chop vegetables and cook with him.

In fact, if Ai Bingtai wants to learn and learn things such as chopping vegetables, it is not difficult, but obviously the old man surnamed Najia has no interest in this, and it seems that he still wants to get closer to Yun Xiaotian.

In front of the stove, it is always hot, and the steaming heat always makes people sweat like rain.

In the midst of his busy work, the old man showed a loving smile, looked at Yun Xiaotian who was familiar with him in his hand, and asked casually, "Did you often do it before?" ”

What else can Yun Xiaotian say?

He had always been honest, and of course he replied, "I am a cook." ”

The old man burst into a hearty laugh again, as if he had encountered something very pleasant, and said with a smile: "No wonder! The knife work is so good, so fast! It's almost time to catch up with the old man! ”

Then, he chattered again: "Your original master seems to be good! Learn to cook with me, young man! Do you want to recognize one more master? ”

As he spoke, a light suddenly shot out of the old man's eyes, and he looked at him directly, as if as long as he dared not agree, then the knife in his hand would not be polite to him!

Seeing that he didn't agree for a long time, the old man surnamed Jia seemed to think that Yun Xiaotian's IQ might not be able to keep up, and he didn't understand what he meant, so he continued to say cheekily: "I think, I'm not bad, what do you say?" ”

Yun Xiaotian looked at his scoundrel appearance, it seemed that he didn't agree, so he didn't have to continue to mix here, so he had to reply slowly: "Okay...... Let's ......! ”

The old man held a kitchen knife in his hand, slapped Yun Xiaotian on the shoulder, the bright blade swayed beside his neck, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Lao Tzu's knife work is amazing, and you are cheap!" What's the matter, do you kid still think you've suffered a loss? ”

The knife was on his neck, Yun Xiaotian dared to say no, and hurriedly said: "Don't dare, don't dare, I'm very happy!" ”

Ai Bingtai watched over the fire, but with a burning stick in his hand, he occasionally picked up the gray soot and dropped it into the small cellar below. Although she had never worked before, as soon as she got started, it seemed to be very easy, and it would be natural. Originally, she was the kind of person who was a few smart people, and she didn't even need to look at many things, but she really never tried it.

When she heard Yun Xiaotian's answer, she looked up at him, and said secretly in her heart: "What a coercion!" Sure enough, it will only bully me! Hum! A stinky guy who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard! ”

Letting go of Yun Xiaotian, the old man surnamed Najia picked up a big white radish with a water spirit and threw it into the air, the kitchen knife in his hand was like a silver snake around the pillar, lurking and jumping back and forth next to the white radish, entangling it, and not letting it fall to the ground.

With a "dang" sound, the kitchen knife cut into the cutting board, and the white radish seemed to be intact, but it also fell in response.

I saw the white radish, standing firmly on the chopping board, with a vivid appearance, but it was exactly the appearance of Yun Xiaotian who was stunned at this time.

The old man surnamed Jia laughed, his eyes shining, and he said casually to Yun Xiaotian and Ai Bingtai, and more like a warning: "I'm such a dick, don't tell anyone else!" ”

"Haha......"

Yun Xiaotian nodded, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva that he hadn't had time to swallow.

Ai Bingtai also put down the firewood in her hand, got up curiously and walked over to this side, her face was swollen and dissipated a little, but the loose fat on her face still trembled and moved when she walked.

This statue made of white radish has no waste, even the skin has become Yun Xiaotian's clothes, and even the hair seems to be visible, which is really a ghostly knife workmanship.

At this time, Yun Xiaotian's heart was filled with only one thought, this old man who didn't look amazing, "It's really fucking terrible!"

What kind of place is this, how can an old chef in the kitchen come out at random, and it is so terrifying!

Seeing the surprised expressions of Yun Xiaotian and Ai Bingtai, the old man surnamed Jia was very satisfied, enjoying the surprise and worship in their eyes, and the smugness on his face was undisguised, like an old naughty boy who had no experience in the world.

The old man surnamed Jia said lightly: "My name is Jia Bujia, I was originally the gatekeeper here, and I have been guarding this empty villa alone for many years. Who knows, not long ago, this place was sold to a blacksmith shop, and I had no relatives and no reason, so I had to continue to stay here with a shy face and beg for food by the way. ”

"It's good if you call me Lao Jia, I really don't like it, it's okay to call me Master Jia, whatever you want to call it. Anyway, the so-called name is just a pronoun, and it doesn't matter! ”

"In our case, we are only responsible for cooking everyone's dishes in the kitchen, using the best ingredients and cooking the best dishes."

"You know, we are the legendary small stove, the small stove for our own people."

Yun Xiaotian and Ai Bingtai nodded, the so-called building near the water, the first to get the moon, of course this is the reason!

Yun Xiaotian knew this well, when he was on the Chuluo before, the food in their first class was secretly always the best, which even the captain sometimes couldn't ask. Yun Xiaotian, who is still growing his body, has been treated favorably by everyone, and Old Man Zhang always leaves the best things for him to eat. Thinking of this, Yun Xiaotian's heart couldn't help but warm, and he thought in his heart when he should also go back to Haitiecheng.

Sometimes, only when you leave can you truly know and understand what is called missing.

"Got a job......

Lao Jia woke up the young man Yun Xiaotian in the fugue.

Lao Jia didn't really want Yun Xiaotian to work and woke him up, but he let Yun Xiaotian practice the knife technique he had just taught on the chopping board. He was not allowed to work at all, but he seemed to really want him to learn his own knife skills, and seemed to be very urgent.

The preferential treatment Yun Xiaotian received made Ai Bingtai resentful, but she was also helpless, who called herself ugly now, in the eyes of others, she was born to work hard!

How can an ugly person not work!

It's not like Yun Xiaotian, if you wash your face seriously, it really looks like a little white face.

Yun Xiaotian looked at Lao Jia's thin but rugged appearance, and he didn't feel that he would be like the son who had been dead for many years in his mouth anyway, not at all.

What I don't understand even more is, what is he for, to look at himself differently?

The old man seemed to see at a glance that there was something different about him, something different that even he could not realize.

Could it be that ...... is really because he is more handsome?

But he only thinks that he looks mediocre, although he is not ugly, but he is not so handsome that it will make people look at him differently, right?

The sullen Yun Xiaotian got cheap, and began to wonder how handsome he was! If Ai Bingtai and Lao Jia knew, they would have to be laughed to death! Ai Bingtai needless to say, among the characters Yun Xiaotian has seen, it is really too ordinary to be ordinary, if she knew what Yun Xiaotian thought in her heart, she would definitely look down on and despise him more and more.

Lao Jia naturally has his abacus, but it will never be because of such a boring reason.

I have to say that Yun Xiaotian is not good-looking on the outside, and he seems to be loyal and honest, but sometimes he is really narcissistic on the inside, which is an almost naïve narcissism.

With a "sting", the snow-white radish slices slid into the jet-black iron pot, and bursts of white mist emerged.

Lao Jia is quick with his hands and feet, skillfully adding all kinds of vegetables and seasonings one by one, and there is an attractive light sweet and thick radish flavor and fragrance overflowing in a moment, which seems to be filled all over the entire small stove room in an instant.

The thin branches in Ai Bingtai's hand were constantly sent into the stove fire, and they were engulfed by the tongue of fire, fueling its already fierce might, and the fire was pressing, escaping from the stove, and the orange and yellow heat kept licking the black green bricks on the stove.

Yun Xiaotian's face was covered with beads of sweat at this time, the knife technique taught by Lao Jia was not simple, he still didn't know the essentials, his hands were awkward, he was a little anxious, and he refused to admit defeat so simply, and went to ask Lao Jia for advice, so he could only carry the knife on the white radish in a green way, but it was still too far away.

The white steam in the pot swirled around in the stove room, and when it met his cheeks, it turned into beads of sweat, crisscrossing the cloth, flowing slowly, and the transparent crystal beads of sweat slid out of the waterway, gathering and dripping from Yun Xiaotian's round chin.

It's not early, and I'm getting closer to the meal.