The dagger was given to him by Master Li Bo, it was extremely sharp, sharpened like clay, and it was a treasure that money could not buy. If you had to measure it in terms of money, this dagger made of steel would be worth at least five thousand!

"Dagger back to me!" Li Bo said angrily, and wanted to pounce and grab it as he spoke.

"Crack!"

"Give back your sister! Everything that comes into our dorm is mine! ”

Zhang Fan slapped Li Bo back, and Li Bo turned around twice and lay on his younger brother.

The three of them were like sandwiches, Li Bo was at the top, Li Tao was sandwiched in the middle, and the worst was Wang Fei, who was crushed by two tall horses.

plus Liu San lying by the door, the four garbage were all dizzy.

This group of people is like flies, always pestering themselves and having a headache. Zhang Fan's eyes rolled and he thought of a way to do it once and for all.

Since you're bothering me, I'll give you some color to see.

Shut the door and strip them naked. Zhang Fan lay Liu San and Wang Fei face up on the bed, Li Bo and Li Tao face down, each lying on the same body face to mouth.

"Click!" Multiple angles, all-round, took a bunch of photos. No matter how special my mother annoys me, you are waiting to be famous all over the country!

If anyone does not offend me, I will not offend, but if anyone offends me, I will offend!

Taking photos is also a helpless move, who made Liu San always want to avenge Gao Meng!

Grab the book, lock the door, and Zhang Fan went to class.

Gao Meng was in the detention center, Guo Wei was in the hospital, and Liu San was lying on the bed in the dormitory. The people who were looking for trouble with Zhang Fan were all staying where they shouldn't be.

In a blink of an eye, it was noon, and Zhang Fan went to the cafeteria to eat.

"Zhang Fan, sit here!" After eating, I heard someone over there call my name.

"Lin Ruolan!"

He saw that Lin Ruolan was waving to him, and she was sitting with a girl he didn't know. With the food, I walked over.

"Zhang Fan, let me introduce you, this is the descendant of the Chen family's beef bone soup, Chen Qian! This is Zhang Fan from the Department of Design, whether he can defeat He Shuai and his uncle the day after tomorrow and leave the propaganda column in the Art Department depends on us! Lin Ruolan said.

"Ding!"

As soon as Lin Ruolan finished introducing Zhang Fan and Chen Qian, this beautiful short-haired beauty threw the spoon on the plate.

"Qianqian, what's wrong?" Lin Ruolan asked puzzled.

Not only her, but even Zhang Fan was confused. I don't know her, I haven't said a word to her, why does this girl have such an attitude?

Chen Qian is really like Lin Ruolan said, she is a cold girl, she looked at Zhang Fan, but asked Lin Ruolan: "The foreign aid you are talking about, is he?" ”

Chen Qian, as the eleventh generation descendant of "Chen Family Beef Bone Soup", is absolutely accurate in looking at people.

The thief has the eyebrows of the mouse, and the police have the eyes of the light. The longer a person has been in a certain industry, the more unique the temperament of this industry.

But Zhang Fan, no matter how you look at him, he is a dick student, and he can't see the strength of the eight generations of ancestors who cooked for the emperor!

Lan Lan won't be deceived, right, this kid has a crush on Lan Lan and wants to take this opportunity to get close to her?

"Lan Lan, this is the person you said about the eight generations of ancestors who cooked for the emperor?" Chen Qian asked.

"This ......"

was asked face-to-face, Lin Ruolan was also a little confused. The day after tomorrow is the day of the cooking competition, and among the five classes of the art department, except for Chen Qian's family, who are proficient in cooking, the other students asked around, and they were all shocked by Uncle He Shuai's fame.

There are a few boys who also cook at home, and they are proficient in frying, cooking, and frying. But they didn't dare to go on stage to compete with Uncle He Shuai. In front of everyone's eyes, it was not comfortable to be killed by the other party's exquisite cooking skills.

It was Zhang Fan, Mao Sui recommended himself and said that if the emperor wanted to eat the dishes made by his ancestors, he had to queue up. Lin Ruolan, who "went to the doctor when she was sick", didn't think about it, and pulled him into the trio.

Calm down, being asked by Chen Qian, Lin Ruolan was also a little suspicious. Zhang Fan's ancestors really cooked for the emperor?

"Hey, hey, what do you mean?"

Zhang Fan knocked on the table, Chen Qian, this girl is very beautiful, no worse than Zhan Linger and Wang Tingting, why is her EQ so low, and she questioned herself as soon as she came up.

What do my eight-generation ancestors do It doesn't matter to you, I can cook, just defeat Uncle He Shuai!

Zhang Fan also blocked his breath.

"What do you mean? I don't have any other thoughts, I just don't see the feeling of a family of chefs in you! Do you know how to cook? Chen Qian's eyes were crystal clear, she saw it right, before Zhang Fan absorbed Yang Lin's cooking skills, he was best at boiling water and instant noodles!

"Ga ......"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that this girl saw it accurately. is really worthy of being a person in the food circle, and he can see at a glance that he does not have that professional temperament.

Awesome, awesome!

Zhang Fan sincerely admired Chen Qian's vision.

can be admired and admired, I joined the trio of the art department as a foreigner, not for anything else, but just to help Lin Ruolan and help the art department leave the propaganda board!

It's that simple!

Chen Qian, this girl, is she thinking too much.

"If you don't know how to cook, just come and make trouble, please quit. Before the competition the day after tomorrow, Lan Lan and I will find someone who can cook. ”

Chen Qian looked at Zhang Fan coldly, hoping that he would take the initiative to quit, don't mess around, and give up his position to a real expert!

"Chen Qian, don't be difficult to say. Zhang Fan is for our good, he really wants to help us! ”

On the one hand is Zhang Fan, who is kind to help, and on the other hand is her friend Chen Qian, Lin Ruolan doesn't want to offend anyone.

"Bang!" Zhang Fan slapped the table and stood up.

"I know best if I can cook. Since you don't believe me, then I'll fry you a plate. Well, there are a lot of dishes there, say, what do you want to eat? ”

In the cafeteria of BGI, a space of more than ten square meters has been specially opened up for students to cook for themselves. There are many kinds of vegetables on the shelves, and if you are confident in your cooking skills and want to show yourself in front of your classmates, you can rent a stove eye, buy vegetables, and cook them yourself.

Although there is a fee, the price of a single dish is definitely more expensive than a plate in the cafeteria, and there are many students who want to show off their cooking skills to come to the stir-fry buffet.

That's what Zhang Fan was referring to!

"Okay, I'd like to see what it tastes like to cook eight generations of dishes for the emperor's family. I'll just order a vinegared shredded potato! Chen Qian just wanted Zhang Fan to show his hand to see if he was really a master or a guy who ran the train with his mouth full.

"Vinegared shredded potatoes? Are you mistaken, just eat this? Zhang Fan remembered that the ghost Yang Lin was best at pastries, pasta and grilled fish. Chen Qian ordered this, out of the range of Yang Lin.

No, Yang Lin will do this!

Zhang Fan remembered that in addition to the pasta, there were also hundreds of Chinese dishes in the recipes that Yang Lin rewarded. Storing wine shredded potatoes and poplar forest must be good at it.

"That's right, I want to be jealous of shredded potatoes today!" Chen Qian said.

The dish of vinegared shredded potatoes not only requires the chef's knife skills, but also the chef's use of condiments.

If you put more vinegar, it will be sour, and if you put less vinegar, it will have no taste. In addition, it is extremely difficult for the chef to peel and cut an oval-shaped potato into hair-thin shredded potatoes.

"Okay, you wait. Isn't it just shredded potatoes, a matter of minutes! "Zhang Fan understands Chen Qian's thoughts, it's not easy to test me. Brother has the support of Yang Lin's recipes and cooking skills, I can't take you, what will I use to fight with He Shuai!

He walked to the self-service stir-fry area, rented pots and pans, stir-fry spoons and condiments for ten yuan, and bought a green onion and a potato. Rinse the potatoes, peel and slice.

"Yang Lin, help me, where are your recipes and cooking skills?"

Zhang Fan shouted in his heart, and suddenly, he felt that his eyes lit up, and a thick cooking cheats floated in front of him. The cheats are opened and quickly rewinded to a page.

The recipe for vinegared shredded potatoes on that page and Yang Lin's cooking skills flew into Zhang Fan's head.

Alright, let's go!

"Dangdang ......" The cutting board sounded the sound of kitchen knives at a constant speed. Soon, the strands of hair as thin as a hair were cut by Zhang Fan. Soak in cold water to remove the starch, finely chop the green onions, and put oil on the fire.

In just a few minutes, a plate of crystal clear, silky shredded potatoes was ready. Serve it on a plate and bring it over.

"Oh, can you try it!" He pushed the shredded potatoes in front of the girl and waited for the other party's evaluation.

"Wow, it's so fragrant, it's so finely cut." The unique aroma of shredded potatoes wafted quickly, making Lin Ruolan feel salivating.

"Hmph. It's okay to cut. ”

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, there is only nothing. Zhang Fan's shredded potatoes are as thin as a hair. Judging from his sword skills alone, Chen Qian's suspicious heart slowly relaxed.

This kid had been practicing his sword skills hard at least five years ago, otherwise, he would never have been able to cut such a thin thread. But knife skills belong to knife skills, Chen Qian was able to cut off Zhang Fan's horizontal hair when she was ten years old under the strict teaching of her grandfather and father.

The most important thing is that the dish tastes when it enters the mouth!

That's all that matters!

Thinking about it, Chen Qian picked up a few strands of "hair" and put them in her mouth.

"Ding...... Dangdang ......"

At the moment when the shredded potatoes were placed on her tongue, Chen Qian, who was still disdainful of Zhang Fan just now, her eyes instantly lit up, and an extremely surprised and shocked expression appeared on her face!