The high-sounding words came out, and the four bigwigs next to him were a little weak-hearted.

Still room for improvement?

They are hungry and want to eat, and none of them want to eat what they have made.

The four people looked weak, but the two people who were talking to each other were breezy and light, and they couldn't see anything wrong on their faces.

"Oh? I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. ”

Feng Yin seemed to have just thought of this, and somewhat blamed himself for his inconsiderateness, and took out a spoon and bowl from the tabletop that had been cleaned up.

"I'll give you half of it later, and I'll eat the remaining half with my friends, okay?"

May I?

I especially wanted to say no, but the four who were in a hurry still didn't speak, and gave Mizuki the right to speak.

"Of course."

Mizuki Sheng smiled at Feng Yin, and felt more and more in his heart that Feng Yin was a good player in Go, looking at the quality of opening his eyes and telling nonsense, how stable.

If Feng Yin knew what Shui Mu Sheng was thinking, she replied high and low: each other.

The wind said five minutes, it was really five minutes.

She doesn't need watches, timers or anything else, she just relies on her sense of smell to hold the best heat of Dongpo meat in her hands.

Wait for the heat, turn off the heat, simmer for two minutes, and prepare to lift the lid.

Feng Yin folded a white towel in half several times, placed it on the lid of the crockpot, and lifted it.

At that moment, for the five people, it was like a hundred flowers blooming, refreshing.

The fragrant aroma flowed into the limbs, and the bones of the incense were crispy.

Xu Mingshan and Hu Dashan couldn't help but chirp, as if they could eat a few bowls of rice with this aroma.

The aroma spread domineeringly and slipped out along the door of the classroom, and the people in the other classrooms of the incense also scratched their hearts and livers.

Other classrooms know that the fragrance of the cooking class is a bit overbearing, but the fragrance of the past is not the same as today.

In the past, they could still hold back, at most, when they got out of class, they bought themselves something delicious to satisfy their hunger.

But today's taste is no longer a matter of satisfying cravings, but it's itchy.

This is true outside, let alone inside.

Even an emotionally controlled boss like Mizuki Sheng lost his mind.

In such a state, Feng Yin only has two words in his heart: stable.

You must know that today's meat, Feng Yin has definitely put in real effort.

She has a set of secret techniques, and when she handles the meat, she massages it by the way.

Now the supplies are abundant, but the taste is not as natural and pure as before.

The quality of a chef depends partly on the craftsmanship and partly on the ingredients.

Feng Yin's technique allows her to squeeze out some bad impurities in the meat.

It's just that this set of techniques is very tiring, and Feng Yin's arm is still sore, but now it seems to be worth it.

She believes that this bowl of meat, but anyone who has eaten it, will definitely remember it.

"I'll divide two pieces of meat for everyone out of four, and I'll take the rest with you."

As he spoke, Feng Yin took out the meat.

The color is ruddy, with a bright soup, the meat looks layered, and the fat gives people a crystal clear texture.

Just selling looks makes people have an appetite.

Two pieces of Dongpo meat were placed in a bowl by Feng Yin, and she scooped some soup with a spoon and poured it on top.

"Give this a taste to a few teachers."

After speaking, Feng groaned, and quickly took out the other two pieces of meat in the crockpot and put them into the lunch box she had prepared a long time ago, and the soup was also scooped out.

"A few slow users, I still have something to do, go first."