"I'm sorry - I didn't go wrong."

The old man's voice was slightly raised, and he took a step back in self-doubt, and looked at the words on the door, cooking class, and there was a spatula painted on it, which can't be wrong.

Hearing the sound, Feng Yin looked at the door, and instantly matched the old man in front of him with a certain introductory photo on the wall on the first floor.

Yes, it's the one she's waiting for.

"Hello, you're not wrong, Teacher Guan has something at home, I'm here to help bring a class, my name is Fengyin."

The old man at the door, wearing a black medium-length cotton jacket and holding a hat he had just taken off, listened to Feng Yin's explanation, and asked with a little tangled: "You have a good relationship with Lao Guan, that is, Teacher Guan?" ”

Feng Yin had already stepped off the podium, and the smile on his face was very real, not the kind of service smile.

This group of people are all old people, and sincerity is the only nirvana.

Well?

No, she also has a nirvana.

"It's familiar, let's talk about cooking once in a while."

As soon as these words came out, the somewhat dull eyes of the person at the door were instantly lit up, and he couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Oh?" If you can exchange cooking skills with the old juniors, then your cooking skills must be good. ”

"I think I'm good."

Feng Yin said this half-jokingly, but the confidence between his eyebrows made the old man at the door believe it, and he stepped into the classroom with one foot.

"That's good, that's good."

The old man didn't explain what it meant, he just walked into the classroom, walked to the table he used to use, sat down, and watched the wind groan.

Feng Yin didn't sell herself too much, and returned to her counter to continue sorting out the ingredients.

After the ingredients were almost ready, Feng Yin wrote the names of the dishes he was going to teach today on the whiteboard with a pen, and also drew some cartoon pictures very well.

When you get it like this, it looks weirdly vivid and beautiful.

Feng Yin wrote intently, and the old man who was sitting below and watching was careless at first, but he couldn't take his eyes off it when he looked at it.

This word ....... well written.

The old man, Xu Mingshan, is 71 years old today, and he is a calligrapher himself.

At his age, there are not many things to pursue, and most of them are returned to the original.

So the attributes of foodies began to be exposed.

This so-called cooking class, which is ostensibly a course offered by the University for the Elderly, is actually a place where a group of gluttons gather to eat and enjoy food.

Chef Guan's cooking skills, naturally needless to say, and there are a lot of inherited recipes in his hands, if it weren't for the long time of this group of old guys, he really wouldn't have come out of the mountain to be a teacher of any cooking class.

So don't look at the cooking class, there are not many people, but if you take out a single one, it is a character that you can't see outside.

There are several elderly people with photos on the wall on the first floor, all in the same cooking class, which is very particular.

Who would have thought that it was these people who had saved up the bureau, and the university for the elderly could invite them to take classes, and the cooking class played at least seventy percent of the role.

Therefore, when Xu Mingshan saw a young man in the classroom, he subconsciously thought that he had made a mistake, and the second reaction was that the junior wanted to pull the relationship.

But thinking about it again, Guan Lao's stubborn donkey temper can't do this.

When Feng Yin said that she and Old Man Guan were learning cooking skills, Xu Mingshan believed it a little in his heart, but it remains to be seen how the specific cooking skills are.

But the matter of cooking has not yet been observed, and the word Feng Yin made Xu Mingshan a little fascinated first.

Xu Mingshan: It's not uncommon for a chef to turn a spoon, and it's rare to see a cook who writes so well.