It's like looking at a stubborn child who is angry with his parents.

Lin Tian shook his head and chuckled, turned around, and pulled his sister outside.

"Hey, stop!"

A moment ago, he was secretly regretting that he was unscrupulous, and he felt that what he said before was very unlevel, but after seeing Lin Tianli ignore him and turn around and leave, he instantly threw that faint regret out of the clouds.

In his opinion, this product is really out of the box.

Generally speaking, in the face of this situation, after saying that sentence by yourself, anyone who knows how to cook must compare it with himself.

Even if you don't know how to cook, at least you have to laugh at yourself.

However, what kind of exhibition is this shaking head and chuckling, turning around and leaving?

Are you laughing at yourself for being naïve and unwilling to argue for yourself?

Although he felt that his performance today was indeed a bit out of place, everyone is an adult, why do you treat yourself with such an indifferent attitude towards an ignorant child?

It's just that after the shopkeeper shouted the word stop, Lin Tian didn't stop, but pulled Lin Sisi to go faster.

The so-called pretending to be forced to leave, at this moment, Lin Tian seems to have understood its essence.

"Brother, when did you still know how to cook so well?"

Pulled by Lin Tian, Lin Sisi asked curiously.

"Hey, your brother knows a lot. ”

Smiling confidently, Lin Tian told the truth.

"Then everyone asked for it just now, why don't you teach this shopkeeper with a bad attitude how to behave?"

Speaking of the store owner's previous hanging performance, Lin Sisi was still a little indignant.

I tasted the shopkeeper's craft before, and I unconsciously thought that there was this kind of craft, even if the attitude was a little worse, it was forgivable.

Now in Lin Tian's successive performances, the shopkeeper was almost powerless to parry, and his body was completely damaged.

Now, Lin Sisi suddenly felt that he must have short-circuited his brain at that time to feel that he could forgive the bad attitude of the shop owner.

Is it okay to hang like that if you are good at cooking?

Is it true that good cooking skills can lead to bad attitudes?

Is it possible that good cooking skills can toss all kinds of customers?

Three consecutive comparisons show that after the image of the store owner and the god of cooking was shattered, Lin Sisi was deeply dissatisfied with him.

Just when Lin Sisi was strongly condemning the shopkeeper in his heart, Lin Tian's voice sounded in his ears.

"If he asks me to teach him to be a man, I will teach him to be a man, so I'm not very faceless?"

Lin Sisi: "......"

Owner: "......"

So, the subtext of this sentence is that there is no benefit, and you don't even bother to teach him to be a man, right?

At the same time as these words sounded, Lin Sisi and the store owner's cold image of Lin Tian in their hearts was instantly shattered.

However, after listening to Lin Tian's words, while angry Lin Tian's tone seemed to regard teaching himself to be a man as a simple thing, the shopkeeper also seemed to see hope.

Well, rather, heard hope.

"Hey, how about we make a bet?"

Hearing this, Lin Tian stopped.

"You have the ability, you make a bowl of Yangchun noodles that are more delicious than my Yangchun noodles, if you lose, you have to apologize for your previous remarks. ”

After thinking about it, he felt that this bet seemed to be too advantageous for himself, and the shopkeeper added another sentence.

"If I lose, I'll ......"

The shopkeeper didn't finish his words, and while Lin Tian turned his head and looked at him and frowned deeply, the shopkeeper subconsciously closed his mouth.

"Young people, what is it bad to learn, learn to gamble?"

"As the so-called small gambling is pleasant, big gambling hurts the body, and strong gambling is in ashes.

However, I don't agree with that, in my opinion, when a person sits at the table, he has already lost. ”

Lin Tian frowned, his face was serious, like an elder who had experienced the vicissitudes of the world, educating his ignorant juniors.

Faced with this situation, the shopkeeper was subconsciously convinced.

"Yes......"

One is that the word has just generated an idea in his heart, and before the brain has issued a command, Lin Tian's voice continues to remember.

"If you lose, you'll be my chef for free. ”

"What...... What?"

The shopkeeper looked confused, feeling that his mind had not turned for a while.

"You lose, be my free chef. ”

Lin Tian's frowning brows soothed somehow, his tone was flat, and his face looked natural.

Shopkeeper: "......" So, when you're sitting at the table, you're already losing, it's all fucking bullshit, right?

Lao Tzu really believes in your evil.

After meeting Lin Tian, the shopkeeper found that he suddenly missed the previous self who never sweared.

It's just that although he was speechless for Lin Tian's shamelessness, for the sake of the belief in his heart, the shopkeeper still agreed to Lin Tian's request without hesitation.

"I and the people I bring can eat for free. ”

Seeing the shopkeeper nodding, Lin Tian continued.

"Good!"

"I can skip the line. ”

"Good!"

"All the food, for me to be served in unlimited quantities. ”

"Good!"

"All the rules, give me privileges. ”

"Good!"

Hearing a few gritted "good" words one after another, Lin Tian finally nodded contentedly.

Stuffed Erbai, who was cheering for himself with "meow", into his sister's arms, patted his sister who was also waving his little fist to cheer him up, Lin Tian rolled up his sleeves and walked into the open kitchen.

Behind, several people stared unblinking, wanting to see what kind of tricks Lin Tian could perform.

It is useless to devalue the shopkeeper, who can be called the god of cooking, how profound will Lin Tian's cooking skills be?

Will it reach the legendary skill of almost Tao, where every movement is like art when cooking?

Will it be made so that anorexia will be hungry?

Will you be like a little master, able to make a dish that will shine?

Just when the two of them were watching Lin Tian's performance expectantly, they saw Lin Tian roll up his sleeves and walk to the faucet, and wash his hands with the snow water from the melting snow in the sky that the shopkeeper had specially provided.

I chose a porcelain basin from the stove, scooped two spoonfuls of ordinary flour, and added an appropriate amount of ordinary water.

After stirring and kneading a few times with his hands in the basin, Lin Tian threw a ball of dough on the panel.

The dough is rolled out with a rolling pin made of the shopkeeper's 100-year-old toon core wood.

picked up a kitchen knife and fell a few times, and the dough on the board was cut into noodles of equal width and length by Lin Tian's several knives.

Make a fire and boil water, and boil the water to cook the noodles.

After the noodles are cooked, mix with salt, sprinkle with a few slices of chopped green onions, and sprinkle a few drops of sesame oil.

When Lin Tian put the two bowls of Yangchun noodles on the counter, there was no imaginary sound and light effect, no exaggerated delicacy that was fragrant for ten miles, and there was no so-called cooking performance that was almost like art.

Even, when two people and a cat approached two bowls of Yangchun noodles and sniffed them.

In those two bowls of Yangchun noodles, there was not even a trace of fragrance.