Mengwan backhanded and nailed the bone chopping knife to the desk.

The back kitchen was eerily quiet, except for the sound of tongues licking the bottom of the pot.

Mengwan's hand was still pressed on the handle of the knife, her hand was very, and it didn't look like she could nail the knife directly into the cutting board.

Looking at the catch embedded in the board, the chef who originally wanted to scare Mengwan was scared and trembled.

With his hands propped back on the desk, the cook took a breath and shouted at Mengwan with his neck, "You...... What are you so fierce? ”

As soon as he spoke, he shook Huo Huo's tone, exposing the cook's timidity at a glance.

In the interstellar age, chefs are a high-end profession. Only those who are extremely endowed and have excellent grades can be successfully admitted to the Chef Academy.

They are extremely rich in theoretical knowledge, and they have a temperament that does not talk and talks generously. They can produce the merits and disadvantages of every high-level alien beast in the interstellar world, they can produce fifteen salt-sprinkling techniques, and they can also produce three hundred sugar-adding poses.

However, they just can't even cut out a serious hob block.

Mengwan bent down to pick up the potatoes on the ground, she raised her hand to wipe the skin, "You peel a potato for ten minutes, and you just gnaw all your teeth." ”

With that, Mengwan pulled out the catch, brushed it a few times in front of the chef, and peeled the skin off the potatoes.

"I can't cut potatoes, and I still want to be my son?"

Mengwan sneered and threw the potatoes back into the cook's arms.

The chef opened his mouth and stared dumbly at the smooth potatoes in his arms. He turned his head to look at the potatoes he had painstakingly peeled out behind him, all of them pitted and strange.

People are more angry than people.

"Look at Il, it's a shame. I can't even peel a single potato. ”

Behind him, there was a whisper.

The sound of sneer reached Il's ears, and he bowed his head in shame. He was still holding the potato that Meng Wan had just thrown to him.

Meng Wan's stern gaze swept at the two people who were talking to each other.

"You two, what are you not doing?"

The two men paused and quickly separated. One of them looked up and smiled at Mengwan, "It's nothing, praise you for being amazing." This potato is shaved cleaner than a robot. ”

Before the words fell, there was another pleasant laughter around him, as if something important had been accomplished.

Balu carried a large spatula. Knocking on the stove hard, he looked at the group of cooks under him with hatred, "You guys! What a laugh! Give me all the work! ”

Outsiders don't know, but Balu knows that Mengwan is his master's master. His master followed Mengwan to learn cooking, and Mengwan had to have time and happiness.

Now let this group of people follow behind and learn a hand, all of them are to lift them up.

Eyeless, Balu glared at the two men viciously.

Receiving Balu's eyes, the two of them turned their backs and quietly grimaced.

This time, Balu learned to be obedient, and after he turned off the fire on the stove, he ran to Mengwan upside down.

With his hands crossed and rubbing his hands, Barrow had a flattering smile on his face, "Auntie, don't be like them. Go to the stove and see how my steamed lion's head is doing. ”

Then, Balu came to hold Mengwan's hand.

"It's not like I can't walk, so I don't need you to hold me." Mengwan waved her hand to block Balu, and walked towards the stove with her feet raised.

Behind him, snickering continued.

"Isn't it funny?" Mengwan didn't turn her head, she stood where she was, looking straight ahead.

There were no words, the laughter was gone, not even the sound of the flame burning

Meng Wan turned around and looked directly at the crowd, "Think his attitude towards me is funny?" ”

"Or do you think it's funny that he's flattering?"

The people who were still teasing just now will lower their heads again and say nothing.

They knew that the girl in front of them was the protagonist of today's birthday banquet and the pearl of the Meng family.

And they are just cooks hired by others to work as handymen.

The chef of the Meng family is standing on it.

Il stood at the bottom of the stage, shoulders hunched, one hand raised in the air.

"It's not funny." His voice was firm, "Mr. Baru's attitude towards you is not funny. ”

Look at the people who will come to things.

Isn't.

The two people just now, at the bottom, spoke to each other.

"You two, speak up, shall I listen?"

The two of them instantly lowered their heads, as if they had been greatly wronged, and their shoulders shook.

"I was so energetic in the back just now, why are they all dumb now? Scold me from the bottom of your heart? ”

With her hands behind her back, Meng Wan slowly paced ahead.

"I'm afraid Yier's attitude just now represents a lot of you, right?" Mengwan grabbed a cucumber on the desk, pulled her sleeve and wiped it, "Let you shoot cucumbers, you will soon shoot me into cucumber puree." ”

"Then you, how do you shoot cucumbers?"

In the crowd, someone finally couldn't help it.

They are all chefs who have graduated from the Chef Academy and have obtained a chef certificate. It's okay to be commanded by Balu to come and go, and now you have to be pointed at by an ordinary person?

This is the back kitchen, the chef's next step.

What if she is the sister of the Meng family? Even if it is her father, the head of the Meng family has to respect them as a master when he comes here.

The hand rises, and the knife falls.

Mengwan danced and shuttled between the stoves.

Pat the verdant cucumber loose, grab a pinch of fine salt in your left hand, and pick a spoonful of sugar in your right hand. Cut a little rice pepper ring here, and slice two string peppers there.

Mengwan's movements are skillful and elegant, but they are different from what is portrayed in any textbook. Seeing the group of chefs, they were stunned for a while.

With his mouth wide open, he let saliva flow from the corners of his mouth.

"I've filmed it, which of you wants to try it?"

A plate of brightly colored cucumbers is placed on the desk.

Balu reached out and went straight to the cucumber on the plate. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Looking at Balu's intoxicated expression, the crowd stirred.

"I'm coming! I got it! ”

"Don't squeeze me!"

"What are you stepping on my heel for!"

"I haven't tasted it yet, you can keep me a mouthful!"

The sound of noisy and shouting came and went. The chef who has eaten the cucumber has an expression of disbelief on every face.

Balu is different, he is proud.

As long as the grandson shouts well, the grandmother will be willing to teach.

In terms of shamelessness, Balu has won the true biography of Li Goudan.

It's just a cucumber slap, and look at you who are hungry without seeing it. Balu held a bowl full of cucumbers in his hand and looked down at everyone with disgust.

Thinking of the natural foods that Li Goudan had told him before, Balu's saliva overflowed.

"Auntie, can you take a look at the steamed lion head I made first?"

Fortunately, Balu was still a little conscious, and he remembered the lion's head steaming on his stove.

Mengwan lifted the lid of the pot and was stunned on the spot.

"This is yours, Lionhead?"

"yes, lion's head."