Ruimujun's action of beating eggs is very different.

As she looked, she gently smashed the thin crust on the top of an egg with a spoon, then scooped up the whole egg with a spoon, then shook it in the spoon a few times, and then smashed the cracked egg into a white porcelain bowl with great skill.

After a "pop", the egg white with less density leaked out completely with the fierce oscillation of Rui Mujun's wrist, the egg white flowed from the edge of the spoon to the porcelain bowl, and the egg shell and yolk were all in the spoon body, at first glance it was thought that the egg was intact.

After "killing" one egg, Rui Mujun concocted it according to the law, and successively removed the skin and separated the shells of the other three eggs.

When the three egg whites were separated, the oil on her stove was almost hot, and she was able to fry the half-finished meatballs hot.

Then, Rui Mujun is quick to put the meatballs into the oil pan with an iron spoon to fry them in a timely manner, and then use the spoon to put the water and sugar needed in the pot to make frost, and then when the frosting is silky, use a spoon to take out the balls, pour dry oil, add egg batter, wheat flour lake, and put it into the pot to frost.

During the whole process, I suddenly found that Rui Mujun had not used a single step with her hands, and she obviously preferred to use a spoon to complete extremely complex and precise tasks at a high speed.

At first, I thought she was simply playing handsome, but as Rui Mujun continued to cook, I found that she could use the spoon handle to complete the work of controlling the fire, turning off the stove, raising the water and even decorating the leaves, etc., completely ...... It's the rhythm of using the spoon as a hand!

I was very surprised at first, but when she made the second dish, I changed from surprise to deep admiration.

I suddenly understood that there are great advantages to this kind of cooking, the first benefit is that it saves the time of constantly changing the spoon, so that the efficiency of cooking is doubled, and it is no wonder that she can cope with all the links of hanging frost balls alone.

Of course, I understand that a person will not be able to learn such a mastery without years of hard work and struggle, and if a person does not have extraordinary talent, it is impossible to control the square inch of the stove and the fire.

Although it is only a peep in the tube, Rui Mujun's ability is enough to convince me.

In my admiring gaze, I watched as Ruimujun made the hanging frost balls, the pot collapsed eggplant cores and the last dish of celery shredded meat one by one.

Then, she turned off the stove and smiled at me: "Boss Huo, you are in a hurry, it is inevitable that there will be something wrong with the heat! ”

Listening to her kind words, I hurriedly nodded and said, "How dare you! Boss Rui's mastery of cooking with only one spoon is pleasing to the eye, and if you can give me advice, it will already make me shine! This is a blessing under it!"

Seeing that I said this, Rui Mujun told me very frankly: "This hand is called 'palm in the sky', and my sister will also have some, just because when cooking on the boat in the past, the space is small and there are few kitchen utensils that can be used, so I have to use more than one spoonful, and after using it for a long time, I naturally have such skills." ”

After hearing this, I raised my finger in admiration and said, "The things of the ancestors have not been lost in your generation, you are this!"

Ruimujun looked at my gestures, smiled, turned his head and walked upstairs.

Seeing that Rui Mujun was leaving, I hurriedly put away the white dragon teeth, and then walked out with him.

Chen Qiqiao wants to leave, so naturally I can't stay any longer, but her physical condition is very unreassuring, so I arranged for the fourth child to escort Rui Mujun away, and asked her to send her to Xiaoyuge or Chen Bamiao's residence.

After that, I served the three dishes to the guests who had been waiting for a long time, and the guests basically praised them after tasting them, except for one guest with a slightly heavier taste, who said that the taste was a little light, and there were no complaints.

I nodded my head and expressed my regret for the unpleasant guest.

After sending off the guests, my new chef, Wang Chongguang, walked over.

He still smiled as honestly as ever, and the first thing he said when he met me was to ask: "Boss Huo! That big boss just now looked really weird! Is she okay? Hurry and hurry away, is there anything important?"

Listening to Wang Chongguang's rare inquiry, I frowned, and replied to him lightly: "This woman...... She wanted to marry her sister to me! ”

After listening to my words, Wang Chongguang smiled and did not ask again......

For the next few days, my restaurant was as calm as water, but my heart burned like fire.

Ruimujun's words, as well as those weird photos of her, were always swinging around in my head like alarm bells, so much so that I was restless for three days in a row, let alone rest.

During this period, the most I did was to observe Wang Chongguang's every move, hoping to see some clues from this guy.

It's a pity, I don't know if it's my poor eyesight, or if Wang Chongguang hides it too well, in short, there is nothing abnormal about this dead fat man.

Every day, the honest and honest Wang Chongguang commutes to and from work on time, during which he speaks little, and he never talks to us about his life experience and family.

During this period, this person was very attentive, and when everyone rested at noon, Wang Chongguang liked to make some delicious dishes and snacks for everyone, but because of this, he had fewer opportunities to communicate with us.

As for his dishes, I didn't say anything, I also secretly used her dishes to worship Zhu Shi, but Zhu Shi was very happy to "eat", and obviously there was no poisonous Gu food spell in it.

To sum up, I at least think that this silent Wang Chongguang, at least a person of flesh and blood, should not be a ghostly thing with a change of spirits.

But here's the problem...... How can Rui Mujun's photographs be explained? Why did the photographer she sent to follow Wang Chongguang fall unconscious in a cemetery, and why did the photos in his memory card appear with a door that didn't exist in the first place?

In order to figure out this, I had the idea of following Wang Fatzi and going to his residence to spy on them one by one, but unfortunately, this plan was not implemented after all.

Thinking about it, I also know that Wang Fatzi has already experienced a more professional tracking, and the stalker is also likely to be made unconscious by what means he used.

In this case, if I don't do this myself, I basically have to repeat the mistakes of the past.

Because of the uncomfortable situation, I didn't have any special actions after all, but just when I wanted to wait for the news of Rui Mujun, a sudden accident completely disrupted my plan and finally adjusted some of my mood.