After a while, the old man surnamed Jia returned.

Looking at the man and woman in front of the stove, I was confused, I don't know what kind of strange relationship they have.

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

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

is a lot older, and the old man surnamed Jia guessed that he thought that he would not be far from ten.

With a smile, the old man surnamed Jia walked over with a hearty smile, and said with a smile: "Have you waited for a long time?" ”

Whether it was Yun Xiaotian or Ai Bingtai, they were not used to this sudden enthusiasm, 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.

looked at each other silently, even more embarrassed, and looked to the side again.

Even so, it is still an ordinary action, and in the eyes of the old man surnamed Jia, it is the same tacit understanding.

In the old man's opinion, it must be this pair of men and women, I don't know what is awkward, and they are angry with each other!

"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.

But in the eyes of the old man, he only thinks that this little couple is very interesting, and no matter what they do, they are so synchronous and tacit.

After some inquiry.

The old man understood that the boy could do anything, and the girl could do nothing.

I had to let Ai Bingtai sit in front of the stove to collect firewood and make the fire.

And Yun Xiaotian can follow him to chop vegetables and cook.

In front of the stove, it is always in full swing, making people sweat like rain.

In the midst of his busyness, the old man looked at Yun Xiaotian and asked, "Did you do it often before?" ”

What else can Yun Xiaotian say?

He replied, "I'm a cook." ”

The old man burst into a hearty laugh again, 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 said, "Your old master is good! Do you want to recognize one more? ”

As he spoke, there was a glint in the old man's eyes, and he looked at him directly, as if if he didn't agree, the knife in his hand would be unkind.

Seeing that he didn't agree for a long time, the old man thought 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, and replied slowly: "Okay...... Let's ......! ”

The old man held a kitchen knife in his hand, slapped Yun Xiaotian on the shoulder, the bright blade dangled beside his neck, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Lao Tzu's knife work is superb, and it is cheap for you, why do you still think that you have 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." ”

Watching over the fire, Ai Bingtai held a burning stick in his hand, and from time to time he picked up the gray soot and let it fall below.

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! Bully the soft and fear the hard! ”

Letting go of Yun Xiaotian, the old man picked up a white radish and threw it into the air, the kitchen knife in his hand was like a silver snake, lurking and jumping back and forth next to the white radish, entangling it and preventing it from falling.

With a "dang" sound, the kitchen knife slashed into the cutting board, and the white radish also fell.

I saw the white radish, standing firmly on the chopping board, and the vivid appearance was exactly what Yun Xiaotian was stunned at this time.

The old man surnamed Jia laughed and said to Yun Xiaotian and Ai Bingtai: "I'm such a dick, don't tell anyone else!" ”

"Haha......"

Yun Xiaotian nodded, and took a sip of saliva.

Ai Bingtai also put down the firewood in his hand and walked over.

This statue made of white radish has no waste, even the skin has become Yun Xiaotian's clothes, and even the hair beard is visible, which is really a miracle.

Yun Xiaotian had only one thought in his heart at this time, "It's so terrible!" ”

What kind of place is this, how can an old chef in a random kitchen be so terrible!

Seeing their surprised expressions, the old man was very satisfied, and enjoyed their worship to the fullest, and his pride was undisguised, like an old urchin.

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 mountain villa for many years, who knew that not long ago this place was sold to a blacksmith shop, and there was nowhere to go, so I had to continue to stay here to beg for food." ”

"It's good if you call me Lao Jia, it's really not good, it's okay to call me Master Jia, whatever you want."

"Here, we are only responsible for cooking the dishes of everyone in the kitchen, using the best ingredients and cooking the best dishes."

"You know, we are the legendary little stove, the little stove for ourselves."

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 in the Chuluo before, the food in their fire class was always the best.

Yun Xiaotian, who is still growing his body, has been treated preferentially by everyone, and Old Man Zhang always gives him the best things to eat.

Thinking of this, Yun Xiaotian's heart couldn't help but warm, thinking about when he should go back to Haitiecheng.

When I left, I knew what it meant to miss me.

"Got a job......

Lao Jia woke up the iQue Zhongyun Xiaotian.

Lao Jia didn't really want Yun Xiaotian to work and woke him up, but let Yun Xiaotian practice the knife technique he taught on the chopping board.

He was not allowed to work at all, but it seemed that he really wanted him to learn his own knife skills.

provoked Ai Bingtai's resentment, but he was helpless, who called himself ugly now, in the eyes of others, he was born to work.

If you look ugly, how can you not work!

It's not like Yun Xiaotian, who washed his face, and really looked a little white.

Yun Xiaotian looked at Lao Jia's thin body, but it made people feel rough and rugged, and he didn't feel that he would be like the son who had died for many years in his mouth anyway.

I don't understand why he is looking at himself differently.

Don't...... Is it really because you are more handsome?

But he only thinks that he looks mediocre, although he is not ugly, but he is not so handsome that it makes people look different, 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 by him!

Ai Bingtai didn't say it, Yun Xiaotian was really ordinary among the people she saw, if she knew what Yun Xiaotian was thinking, she would definitely look down on him even 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 he is really narcissistic on the inside.

"Tingla", the snow-white radish slices slipped into the black iron pot, bursts of white mist appeared, Lao Jia's hands and feet were nimble, skillfully adding all kinds of vegetables and seasonings one by one, and there was an attractive fragrance of radish flavor overflowing in a moment, all over the stove.

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

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

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, dripping from Yun Xiaotian's round chin.

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