Chapter 138: Rubbing Rice

"I'm going to the old man's house to eat again!" Lin Qingyuan raised his glasses and asked Hu Wenwen, who was bouncing in front of him.

"Needless to say...... Good afternoon, Grandpa Zhang! ”

"Good!" The old man with the fishing rod responded with a smile.

"What do I call it, I'm going to my grandfather's house for dinner in the open!" Coming back to his senses, Hu Wenwen crossed his hands and said triumphantly.

"Pay attention to the image problem!"

"Oh, oh!" Hu Wenwen decisively put down his hand and acted like a lady, but in exchange for a laugh on the street, all on this road, can you still know her Hu Wenwen.

A man must eat a peck of salt with his friend before he knows him.

How she usually looks like a lady, people also know that she is pretending.

Li Qingyuan looked at the embarrassed sisters and laughed, he was busy all morning, so he could make his sisters smile.

To be honest, her sister is not suitable for the role of the hall owner, not to mention the problem of her own talent, that is, she herself is also an impatient person, and it is also an uncomfortable thing for her to shrink in the gym every day to deal with challenges.

The two of them walked in front of Miyuxiang one after another, and the temperament of the two beauties moved and stopped, attracting a lot of attention along the way.

Hu Wenwen, who came here with great expectations, learned a good news - someone came to visit and was brought into the kitchen by his old man.

Her eyes lit up instantly, she didn't know her own old man, the kitchen was stricter than anyone else, and nothing was allowed to be tampered with, otherwise it would definitely be a scolding, except for her and Lin Qingyuan, of course.

The two of them are the hearts and minds of the elders!

In addition, there is only one reason why the old man called people into the kitchen - the other party is a master of cooking, and the old man invited them to visit and learn skills along the way.

Although the old man's craftsmanship is very high, the strongest is still making fish.

And she has grown up from a snack to a chef with the same skills.

As for not letting her eat it?

That's even more impossible, she has seen this kind of competition many times, and every time she can easily mix a delicious meal.

Hu Wenwen shook off the unhappiness of the morning, happily ran to the kitchen like a bird.

"Hurry up and ......"

"Slow down!" Lin Qingyuan smiled and was about to follow, but saw that the waiter next to him had a feeling of wanting to speak and stopping.

"What's wrong?"

"This time it's a young man, and he's a trainer." The waiter replied with a strange expression.

Lin Qingyuan: "???? ”

To be reasonable, the old man is not an enthusiastic old man, and there is no way to talk about bringing the younger generations.

And take apprentices......

Private dishes, a "private" word explains a lot of problems, the old man has said, the craft is not passed on to outsiders.

So a young trainer came into the kitchen?

Lin Qingyuan became interested.

After thanking the waiter, she quickly followed.

On the other hand, Hu Wenwen quickly ran to the kitchen, and he could smell a fresh fragrance through the wooden door, which made people feel refreshed.

Wow! Food, I'm coming.

She opened the door with both hands, and she was stunned.

Lin Qingyuan, who came quickly, smelled the sudden increase in fragrance, and his steps accelerated, but he saw his best friend standing motionless at the door, as if he had been greatly stimulated.

She slowed down and crept behind her, looking into the kitchen with the absolute advantage of being a head taller.

Then, she was shocked too.

The Gotha duck is fighting, the old man keeps switching seven kitchen knives, the knives are flying, and the two-meter-long cave fish is becoming more and more beautiful on the board with the continuous change of shape of his knife.

The brown and uneven skin disappeared with the light of the knife, revealing the soft tofu-like flesh under the skin, and the thick bone joints somehow disappeared under the bright light and shadow, and the stiff and bloated body of the fish became unusually soft.

It's nothing short of a plastic surgery.

The old man is definitely serious about making a serious move, which Lin Qingyuan can pack, but the opponent who is worth making the old man take seriously is an unknown cat-type elf.

Lin Qingyuan, who is familiar with the encyclopedia of elves, swears that she has never seen this kind of elf, her hair is like snow, her eyes are like glass, she stands in the air, and her temperament is gentle and dreamy.

Floating in the air, waving its claws, knives, spices in the air, dancing happily on the chopping board, and jumping into the pot by itself after cutting, this is not cooking, it is already a fairy tale.

As for the male trainer sitting against the wall in the corner, covering his eyes and pinching his nose with a painful expression, Lin Qingyuan swept it over.

Well, there are three belly-long elves lying beside him, namely a zebra, a small fire dragon, and the extremely precious quasi-god heart scale treasure.

This made Lin Qingyuan look at Lei Ming more, and then was defeated by his stupid face with a painful face.

There was also a huge spider in bone armor, squatting in the corner of the wall and not knowing what it was doing, this she knew, it was the skeleton spider, a new type of spirit with great controversy.

Next to the skeleton spider, an unknown elf of comparable size to an eagle was devouring the purple-red substance on the plate with its head down, and its beak was dripping with blood. Give it a big minus for not being beautiful in the first place.

There was also a one-horned, black-haired beast, sitting stupidly, constantly pouring plates of food into its mouth, and there was already a pile of tall plates around it.

It can be determined that it is in the position of a trash can in this competition.

Lin Qingyuan swallowed his saliva, unconsciously a little envious, but also a little frustrated in his heart, she who claimed to be a military advisor had so many elves that she didn't recognize, it was really a failure.

"Ah, grandpa, give me some to eat."

Hu Wenwen shouted here, because her grandfather's cooking had ended, and the most tender and fresh part of the huge cave fish had been picked out, and the whole cave fish was only a small bowl on the pot.

So Hu Wenwen shouted out decisively and grabbed a position first.

Hearing the call of his lovely granddaughter, Old Man Hu's face remained unchanged, but the hand that mixed the sauce quietly changed direction and changed to a condiment.

"Meow, I'm alright!"

Ailu Cat used her mental power to put a plate of food like peony flowers on the table, and the aroma was tempting, setting off a new round of storms.

Hu Wenwen and Lin Qingyuan were stunned, talking elves?

"The old man is fine!"

Old Man Hu shook the pot, took a big spoon into the pot, and poured the sauce on the fish and meat.

"Wenwen, there is still Yuanyuan, you came just right, come to be a judge and taste the taste."

As he spoke, the old man glanced at someone in the corner with disdain.

Little garbage, still a teenager who is growing his body, can't even eat more than 20 dishes, shameful.

Lei Ming covered his eyes at a loss, otherwise he would definitely have to retort a few words.

There are more than 20 dishes for one person, and the two together are close to 50 dishes, which is enough for half of the full banquet of the Han Dynasty, which is what ordinary people can eat!

And the two also play tactics.

Well, the other party's last dish is very good, no, I'll have an appetizer first, and then the main course.

Who can bear this?