The two who came behind were Hu Dashan, a master of musical instruments, and Wen Xuelan, a master of embroidery.

Hu Dashan is about 1.75 meters, with a rough appearance, hearty atmosphere, a loud voice, and full of energy.

Wen Xuelan, dressed in a cheongsam, the precipitation of the ancient charm of the Jiangnan water town is vividly displayed on her body.

The five people, familiar with each other, greeted each other and sat down, and their eyes fell on Feng Yin's body at the same time.

Feng Yin had already finished writing the recipe, without the slightest stage fright, as if he didn't know the identities of these people, and was ready to go to class.

"My name is Feng Yin, I can still do it with my cooking skills, let's start the class, today our main dish is Dongpo meat."

Wind Groan has started class.

When Feng Yin wants to do something, she will do it desperately.

It's like now, if she wants to be a good teacher and a good cook, then she will be a good teacher and a good cook.

"This meat is also divided into good and bad, we have to learn from their color, feel...."

"The quality of a dish is also inseparable from the knife work, and if there is more or less, the ripening time will be different, and the taste will naturally be different."

"Seasoning is the easiest in proportion, we need it here...."

Feng Yin's explanation is eloquent and not pressing.

Coupled with her beautiful voice and skillful movements, although she talks a little more than Old Man Guan, she is not tired of listening to it at all, but it is just right.

The grasp of proportion, I have to say, is extremely well controlled by the wind chant.

A dish of Dongpo meat, under the leadership of Feng Yin, several big men followed suit, and there are currently six pots in the classroom with gurgling sounds.

Now all that needs to be done is wait.

When several of the big names thought that Feng Yin would use this time to get close to them, or to pull the relationship, Feng Yin started the second course.

"Let's make a cold dish while waiting, pepper chicken."

She started again.

The unhurried voice echoed in the classroom, and the five big ones who were conscious moved with Feng Yin, and moved step by step according to the process taught by Feng Yin.

When this pepper chicken is ready, everyone is still a little unsatisfied.

However, the pepper chicken in front of him attracted the attention of five people.

And they did it themselves?

What's the deal with the fact that it looks a little tasty?

You know, these five people can be described as gluttonous mouths, and they are very picky.

The main purpose of coming here to take classes is to eat, but there is not much thought about learning to cook.

But today, under the leadership of Feng Yin, they actually made a dish that made them all a little excited, and there was a lot of surprise in their hearts.

"The pepper chicken is ready, everyone can try it, you can also taste each other's, and comment on each other."

Feng Yin stood on the podium, calm and generous, so that the five people liked it a little.

They are all not young and are very tolerant of juniors.

For the juniors who are capable, but not careful, it will be more tolerant.

Although they couldn't tell what Feng Yin was going to do, they were really comfortable in this class.

So the smile on his face was a little more, and he took the chopsticks and ate the pepper chicken in front of him.

"I did it myself?"

Xu Mingshan was the first to exclaim, you must know that he is an authentic kitchen killer.

He himself often lamented that God had given him a tongue that could eat, but a pair of hands that lit explosives.

"I'm so good! Oh my God, have all my culinary talents been delayed! ”

Xu Mingshan's self-teasing words ignited the atmosphere in the room, and everyone joked with each other one by one, and the atmosphere was harmonious.