Zhang's mother then started cooking. Get busy.

And the chef watched her cook from the sidelines.

It's still the same process, pouring the oil into the pan and heating it, and finally pouring the vegetables into it, and there is still a raging fire coming out of the pan.

The chef had seen this many times, so he wasn't so scared.

Think about when you're going to try it too.

watched Zhang's mother holding a spoon and constantly putting condiments into the pot.

And while stir-frying in the pan, keep adding new ingredients to it.

This level of proficiency is really not something that ordinary people can do.

"Mom Zhang, I don't know when I will be like you." The chef said as he spoke.

"Like me? Do? Zhang's mother turned around and asked while stir-frying the dishes in the pot.

"You're as skilled as you are. I don't even know how to cook Chinese stir-fry yet, so I'd love to be like you one day. The chef said with a look of envy.

"Oh, do you want to learn?" Zhang's mother asked.

"I really want to learn." The chef replied embarrassedly.

"Then come here, I'll teach you." Zhang's mother said.

"Really? Really? The chef couldn't believe it.

"Well, it's true, you come over and get a shovel, let's try it first." Zhang's mother said loudly.

"Okay." The chef boldly walked over and prepared to try it.

Zhang's mother smiled and handed the spatula into his hands.

Probably because he is also cooking, the chef feels quite handy with a spatula.

Holding a spatula to shovel the vegetables in the pot, constantly stir-frying like Zhang's mother.

"How?" Zhang's mother asked on the side.

"Well, it's good, it's not as hard as I thought." The chef replied.

"Of course, it shouldn't be difficult in the first place, you are also a chef, I think all chefs in the world should be the same." Zhang's mother said.

"Well, I also think that China and the West should be integrated." Chef said.

"yes, yes, that's what I thought." Zhang's mother said with a smile on the side.

Looking at the chef's not too rusty movements, Mama Zhang smiled.

"Chef, then I'll teach you how to cook Chinese food in the future, and you have to share some of it for me." Zhang's mother said with a smile.

"Share, I will share it for you." Chef said.

Zhang's mother was happy again.

"But I think you're really hard, why do you have to cook people's meals after making the meals of Chang Zhongye and Canglan?" The chef asked.

"It's nothing, as it should be, don't the people need to eat? It's just that you have to wait until the host has eaten it, and of course the people's food is a little different from the host's meal. Zhang's mother explained.

"Yes, I see that there are really a lot of people in the villa in the middle of the night, how can you cook for these people, no matter how you have to make a big pot?" The chef asked.

"It's almost, but a big pot is a bit exaggerated, although it's a subordinate, but it eats a lot, because most of it is manual work, not to mention the male subordinates in the family." Zhang's mother said.

"Oh, really?" The chef then looked into the pot.

I found that there were quite a lot of dishes inside. He didn't know how many people there were in his house at night, so he didn't know how much they needed to eat.

The chef then stir-fried. The action is still like that. Zhang's mother saw it and said, "Let me come." ”

"Huh? Why? I'm good at it. The chef asked, puzzled.

"You're doing a good job, and you should have done that. But you're too slow. Zhang's mother said.

"Slow? How can it be slow? The chef asked.

"It's okay, let me do it." As she spoke, Mama Zhang took the spatula from the chef's hand.

Holding a spatula in one hand and holding the pot in the other, he shook it hard and turned the dishes in the pot upside down.

"Wow, that's amazing." The chef watched from the side, and let out a voice of continuous admiration.

"Really? It's okay. "Mama Zhang is a little embarrassed.

"I see, in fact, I will too." Chef said.

Then despite Zhang's mother's objections, he snatched the spatula from her.

In the end, following the example of Zhang's mother, she turned the pot upside down, and the dishes in the pot were all turned over, and finally they all lay quietly in the pot.

"How? Is that so? The chef looked at Zhang's mother proudly and asked.

"Yes, yes, you're good." Mama Zhang gave a thumbs up to the chef.

"Thank you, then from now on, I'll cook for you." Chef said.

"You cook for me?" Zhang's mother was a little unconvinced.

She has been cooking at Chang Zhongye's house for so many years, and she has never heard of anyone cooking for herself.

It's not that she brags, it's because there are too few who are better than her cooking, and there are basically no ones in Chang Zhongye's house.

Now the chef actually said that he would cook for herself, so of course she didn't believe it.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with me? The chef asked.

"Oh, nothing, I just never heard anyone say cook for me, let's be honest, I'm used to this, cooking for everyone every day." Zhang's mother said.

"Oh, so that's the case, then in the future, you don't have to cook for others every day, how about I cook for you?" The chef asked.

"How's that going to work? You're just stealing from a teacher to learn art, and if you learn my skills, what will I do if I lose them in the future? Zhang's mother seemed a little worried.

"Mom, what are you talking about, how can I want to learn your craft and make you unemployed, I just want to share some for you, if you don't want to do it in the future, I'll make it for you to eat." Chef said.

"Okay." Zhang's mother felt very moved. Because some people actually said that they would cook for themselves in the future, instead of stealing from teachers to learn art.

"Mom Zhang, in the future, if the two of us are together, I will cook for you every day, I will do whatever you want, Chinese food or Western food, you can eat whatever you say, I will do it for you." Chef said.

Hearing the chef's words, Zhang's mother only felt even more embarrassed.

How did this come about in the future?

And said you want to be with him? But Zhang's mother still has a daughter, I don't know if the chef can accept her?

"Well, chef, I want to tell you something." Zhang's mother hesitated for a moment and decided to tell him.

"What's wrong? You say. The chef said.

"Have you really decided to stay with me? But you don't know about me, do you? Don't you want to know if I'm married and who's in the family? Zhang's mother asked.

"Well, I really haven't thought to ask, you should be single, this Chang Ziye told me, I don't know if there are other people in your family. We don't really value that either. The chef said.

"Chang Ziye, told you?" Zhang's mother asked.

"Yes, Chang Zhongye told me before that although you have been married once, you are divorced and now single." The chef replied.

"Why did he tell you this?" Zhang's mother was a little strange.

"Well...... the chef was a little embarrassed.

Chang Ziye told himself this, as if he wanted to be with Zhang's mother.

But if you say it yourself, it will be a little inappropriate.

"Did he ask you to chase me and want the two of us together?" Zhang's mother asked.

The chef showed admiration, he didn't expect Mama Zhang to be like a god.

"Mom Zhang, how do you know? That's what Chang Zhongye meant, since you guessed it, then I won't hide it from you, I'm embarrassed to say it. The chef said.

"Oh, I've guessed it, he meant it that before." Zhang's mother paused, and then asked, "Then don't you want to know anything else about me?" ”

The chef hesitated for a moment, in fact, in their country, the rest of the family situation is really not very important.

As long as the other party is still single, even if they are not single, then they can get divorced.

But the chef already knew that she was single now, so he didn't care much about the rest.

"Don't you want to know?" Zhang's mother asked.

"Tell me if you want to." The chef thought about it and felt that if Zhang's mother wanted to know it herself, then he must find out. I don't know what the point is, though.

"I also have a daughter, she is now in college, after I divorced my man, my daughter followed me, as for why he didn't take on the obligation of support, because he is a rotten person and has never cared about the lives of our mother and daughter." Zhang's mother suddenly became a little excited when she said this.

"Oh, I see." The chef thought, such a good woman as Mama Zhang, that man didn't know how to cherish it, it was really his loss.

The chef put down the spatula, then patted Zhang's mother on the shoulder and comforted her and said, "It's okay, I know this, I will definitely treat you well in the future, he doesn't know what to cherish, but I will cherish it even more." ”

Mama Zhang looked at the chef with emotion, she looked angry just now, but after hearing the chef's words, she softened.

"What does it smell like?" The chef gazed affectionately into Mama Zhang's eyes.

Zhang's mother smelled a faint smell of mush.

It's miserable, how did she forget that there are still vegetables stir-fried in the pot?

Zhang's mother quickly picked up the spatula, and then kept stir-frying in the iron pot.

"It's almost mushy. But it's okay, it's still in time. Zhang's mother rejoiced.

"Do you have a way? All pasted? The chef asked.

"It's not completely mushy, it's lucky, but this little bit of mushy taste, only wronged them." Zhang's mother was a little embarrassed.

The chef took out a plate, and Zhang's mother shoveled the dish in.

After shoveling, it's time to stir-fry the next dish.

He turned to the chef and said, "Chef, can you help me cook?" ”

"Cooking? What kind of rice to cook? The chef asked, blankly.

"Of course it's rice." Zhang's mother replied.