When the two of them arrived home, it was just over the time.

Yan Yan smelled the sweet aroma of rice cakes when he entered the door.

On the dining table in the hall, the newly hatched rice cakes are steaming white, a plate of fried eggs and green sprouts, a small plate of dried star fruit with oil, hot sweet rice milk in a tin pot, and Mu Juan'er with a gentle smile on the table.

Yan Yan broke open the rice cake and put a chopstick-oily dried star fruit into it.

The human race in the mountains and seas doesn't know how to make pickles, and the dried star fruit vegetables are made by Yan Yan herself, which is a bit similar to the head of the drowning pickled mustard greens, she made a few jars on the way, and they exist in the Sumeru realm.

Originally, it was for walking outside, and this thing could serve the food and be convenient. Mu Juan'er loves to eat very much, so Yan Yan gave her a jar.

The soft and glutinous white rice cake is mixed with crispy fresh oil and pickles, and when you bite into your mouth, you can eat two completely different tastes, but they are perfectly assembled on the tip of your tongue.

It was hot, instantly dispelling the morning cold poured into the mouth, ironing all the way to the stomach, and the pores of the whole body were instantly activated.

Take a bite of thick and sweet rice milk, which is comfortable and comfortable!

Yan Yan ate slowly, but Bi Cheng finished making two bites in three bites, got up and went to the backyard to pick up the ingredients.

Mu Juan'er touched Yan Yan's bowl and filled her with hot rice milk: "You eat slowly, Ah Cheng did a good job of those jobs." ”

Yan Yan smiled: "You know everything?" he mysteriously won't let me tell you. I knew you would be able to guess soon. ”

Mu Juan'er blinked playfully: "Hey, isn't it just a sous chef, what's the matter if you lose it." Ah Cheng has good craftsmanship and is honest, even if he is not in Haoyuan Building, he can't starve the two of us. But you also have to keep it secret for me, just when I don't know anything, don't tell Ah Cheng, he loves to think blindly. ”

"Okay!" Yan Yan smiled heartily.

This is the kiss of the two people, knowing each other and tacitly.

After eating breakfast and chatting with Mu Juan'er for a while, Yan Yan paced to the backyard kitchen.

All the ingredients bought back have been washed and cut, and they are neatly stacked on the plate table, and the work is meticulous and beautiful.

Bi Cheng does not have any family background, and he can become a co-chef, all by surviving step by step from the initial Caidun apprentice.

He has a calm and down-to-earth personality, and is willing to endure hardships, and his kung fu is famous in the whole Luwu Chengdu.

Yan Yan walked to the table, took the frying spoon and vegetable spatula in his hand and turned it upside down: "You can start a fire." ”

Bi Cheng moved the small bench to the stove at the back and began to pull the bellows hard.

The flames in the hearth suddenly rose to the top of the old man, reflecting Yan Yan's face and heating Bi Cheng's heart.

Yesterday, he also asked Yan Yan that you don't know how to stir-fry, why do you have to take him as an apprentice.

Now, if anyone dares to ask the same thing again, Bi Cheng will definitely go up and slap him to death.

The vegetable shovel is in Yan Yan's hands, just like a living thing with a soul, boiling pot, stir-frying, boiling oil, boiling bottom, shabu-shabu...... All the movements were done in one go, she didn't have to weigh how much ingredients to add to each dish, she waved her hand over, and the vegetable shovel knew by herself.

By the time the dishes in the pot began to change color slightly, the strange aroma had filled the kitchen.

With Bi Cheng's experience, he didn't need to taste it to know that the dishes in that pot must be several times better than those he cooked.

A few plates of sample dishes were placed on the table, and Bi Cheng, a dignified seven-foot man, was flushed with excitement, and looked at Yan Yan excitedly: "Master, if you go to compete for the chef of Haoyuan Building, you will definitely win the championship in one fell swoop!"

Yan Yan smiled lightly: "Hao Yuanlou wants to hire this girl, but the grade is too low." ”

Bi Cheng: "......"

In the morning, Master said a word called "abuse", and he felt that his heart at the moment was repeatedly abused by Master and her old man when she stepped on the ground, which was very ruthless.

The two were talking, and a few small heads poked in at the door, which were children from the neighborhood who came to listen to the story, and the tallest head was Mu Juan'er.

Hearing that the two of them stopped talking, Mu Juan'er was a little sorry: "It's so fragrant here, we can't continue to tell the story halfway outside, we can't be greedy, we found it when we looked for the taste, I really didn't mean to bother you." ”

Yan Yan smiled generously: "The dishes are made for people to eat, and all these dishes will be served to you!"

The children cheered, and in an instant they even snatched up the plates.

Yan Yan looked at the children smiling like sunflowers, and Mu Juan'er smiling like children.

Only Bi Cheng was there with a painful face.

Waiting for Mu Juan'er to lead the children away, Bi Cheng had a bitter face: "Such expensive ingredients, such delicious dishes, just give them away, what should we show to the owner?"

Yan Yan was taking off his apron, and when he heard Bi Cheng's words, he looked up in confusion: "Why do you want to show it to your owner?"

Bi Cheng looked confused: "You bothered to make so many dishes, didn't you show my boss your skills?"

Yan Yan: "......"

suddenly felt that his thinking was not on the same channel as Bi Cheng at all.

Raising his hand and patting him on the shoulder, Yan Yan said seriously: "Apprentice, pay attention to the right direction." Cooking for the master is teaching you the craft. ”

Bi Cheng: "......"

No one stopped him, he wanted to rush out of the alley now and go to Cuihua Bean Fang to buy two catties of tofu.

Kill him!

I was excited just now, and I didn't pay attention to Yanyan's stir-fry technique at all.

"Master, I was wrong, Master, you wait a minute......"

Without waiting for Yan Yan to speak again, Bi Chengma ran away to prepare the ingredients again.

It's a big deal to beg the master to work hard next time to cook with a shy face, anyway, he has officially apprenticed, the master is like a father, and it is not a shame to have a dead face with his father.

Bi Cheng suddenly felt that worshipping Yanyan as a teacher was simply the most beautiful thing he had done in his life.

Many years later, it turned out that his choice did change the trajectory of his life, making him from a crowd to a world of admiration.

This is an afterword, Bi Cheng at this moment is having a headache for the current matter.

At the door of the house, several familiar neighbors stood in the courtyard of Bi Cheng's house with their children.

The adults looked helpless, and the children did not leave.

The old man next door looked at Bi Cheng helplessly: "I said Chef Bi, what did you eat for my grandson? This kid goes back and doesn't eat, crying and insisting on coming to your house to eat, my old couple will tell him to make a noise about his skull!"

"My baby is too, I hold my head and refuse to eat, I insist that I want to come to your house to eat, are you feeding my baby medicine or what......"

Several neighbors complained to Bi Cheng one after another......

Bi Cheng treats people kindly on weekdays, Mu Juaner often helps the neighbors take care of the children, and also gives the children snacks and fruits, the neighbors like him very much, and there is no blame in the words, and he does not have a problem with the noisy children, so he came to ask.

Mu Juan'er smiled and beckoned the neighbors into the house to drink tea.

Bi Cheng wrung his eyebrows and didn't speak, only quietly looked at the tea under the eaves from time to time to see the lively Yan Yanyan.

This noisy crowd of people was all attracted by her dishes, but the culprit was like an outsider, watching the excitement and sipping tea.

Bi Cheng didn't dare to say anything about her, and her already silent nature became even more silent.

Yan Yan put half a pot of tea into her stomach, and Mu Juan'er soothed most of the neighbors' emotions with a sweet mouth.

She stood up slowly and smiled at everyone: "Chef Bi has good skills, and it is normal for children to love his cooking." Since the neighbors are here, it is rare to get together, so let's all stay here for dinner. ”

Everyone was stunned, they originally just wanted to come over and ask why, but they didn't expect to meet such a girl with a bold temperament, but they were a little embarrassed.