"Senior Brother Xu, I'm sorry, I'm going to wronged you today. Zhao Qianru, who was wearing a red dress, was following behind Xu Yang at this time, and said apologetically.

Zhao Qianru, who is familiar with Xu Yang's cooking skills, originally recommended Xu Yang as the chef of this birthday banquet in front of her father.

Unexpectedly, three days ago, her second uncle, who was doing business in Dingzhou, actually brought a group of chefs from Dingzhou.

Those chefs are said to be the most famous restaurants in Dingzhou, and the chefs of the intoxicating curie.

In the past few days, Zhao Weiming, who has agreed to her request, has been going out and has not returned, so the big and small affairs of the family can only be presided over by her second uncle.

So Xu Yang, the chef of the birthday banquet who had already been scheduled, could only be reduced to a handyman who helped cut shredded radish.

Xu Yang smiled slightly: "It's okay, I'm here to help anyway, what kind of work are you not doing?"

In fact, Xu Yang didn't plan to get angry.

The reason why he came to Zhao's house to help was just to repay the favor of the eldest lady Zhao in front of him.

As for whether he is a chef or not, he doesn't particularly care.

If you don't take the spoon, it can be a little easier, right?

This is not Taiping Town, and he doesn't need to use his cooking skills to make money.

It's a little easier, and you can still recuperate, and tomorrow you will have the strength to continue to destroy Xie Baoshan's old boy.

Zhao Qianru saw that Xu Yang smiled quite naturally, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She invited the people, but the cooks invited by her second uncle didn't look down on Xu Yang, a young man, and only agreed to let Xu Yang help cut shredded radish.

On this happy day, Zhao Qianru didn't want to make a noise over this little thing.

In addition, her father has not returned from going out until now, even if there is a trouble, her second uncle, who is full of copper smell, may not listen to her.

So Zhao Qianru could only apologize and let Xu Yang bear with her.

In fact, what you don't care about, others may care about.

After Zhao Qianru left the kitchen, a chef from Dingzhou Drunken Habitat walked over with an unkind face.

"Boy, it's not good to do something lightly in the old age, you have to come to the kitchen to deceive? Your little trick can be used to deceive the eldest lady of the Zhao family, but in front of us insiders, don't be ugly. The guy scoffed.

He can't get used to this kind of bullshit, but he wants to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail.

When the eldest lady of the Zhao family first brought this kid to the kitchen, she said that this kid's cooking skills were good, and she wanted him to be in charge.

This request was rejected on the spot.

What are you kidding, a teenage hairy boy who dares to say that he has good cooking skills and wants to cook in front of them?

Is it really that they can't put it on display?

Which of them hasn't been in the kitchen for a decade or two?

And the kid in front of him, in addition to looking a little more thoughtful, is estimated to have practiced a few tricks.

It's okay for those children to play tricks and deceive little girls who are not deeply involved in the world, but if you want to get an axe in front of these masters, you can only sacrifice ugliness.

Xu Yang glanced at the other party, but did not speak.

What this guy in front of him said is really not very good.

However, today is Old Man Zhao's birthday, and he doesn't plan to argue with these self-righteous guys.

People are busy in front of him, and he, a junior who comes to help in the kitchen, quarrels with people in the back, what is this?

Of course, Xu Yang didn't intend to show weakness, and after glancing at the other party, he picked up a radish and cut it with a bang.

It is the so-called seven-point knife work, three-point fire.

Every qualified chef must start by chopping vegetables.

Therefore, if you want to know whether a chef is qualified, you can also see some clues from the knife work of cutting vegetables.

Just like the guy in front of him, when Xu Yang picked up the radish, his face was full of disdain.

Without him, just because in the kitchen of Dingzhou's drunken residence, his knife skills can be regarded as the best.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

In his opinion, as long as the kid in front of him dares to cut vegetables, he can blow the other party to the ground.

It's just that when Xu Yang's hand fell, the expression on this guy's face changed from disdain to solemnity.

Then it went from solemnity to surprise.

And the more he looked, the more surprise grew on his face.

Fuck, where the hell did this kid come from?

At a young age, the knife work is actually practiced so well.

Could it be that this kid has been practicing chopping vegetables since he was breastfeeding?

Look at this kid, he doesn't even take his eyes to the board, but the speed of the knife is a few points faster than him.

What's even more rare is that the shredded radish cut out by this kid is not only thin, but also evenly rooted.

Even he, an old guy who has been dealing with kitchen knives for more than 20 years, can't find any fault.

This time, this guy from the drunken house had to put away his contempt.

If this kind of knife work can only be called a flower shelf, then none of the masters he knows can be on the table.

At this time, I saw someone in front of the stove in front of me and shouted: "Old Song, what are you competing with a hairy boy, hurry up to the front to help." ”

"Lao Lin, come over for a moment. Instead of responding to the other party, this guy named Lao Song beckoned to the other party.

The guy surnamed Lin was slightly stunned, thinking that Lao Song was going to trouble Xu Yang.

"What's the matter? Isn't it just a few turnips, just let him spoil it? What are you doing with all this?"

"No, Lao Lin, you should come over the fuck quickly. This guy surnamed Song said in a hurry.

"Old Song, you guy is really salty and eating radishes and worrying about it, Miss Zhao stuffed a person in, what's in the way of you, what are you really doing with him? Don't you see that I'm busy in front of me?" Lao Lin muttered as he walked this way.

As the old saying goes, a strong dragon doesn't crush a snake on the ground.

He's not as nosy as Old Song.

Miss Zhao is the owner, no matter how bullshit this kid is, as long as he doesn't deliberately make trouble, just let him go.

Lao Song ignored Lao Lin's long-winded complaints, grabbed a handful of shredded radishes directly from the board, and handed it over, "Lao Lin, how do you see this shredded radish cut?"

"Old Song, you cut this shredded radish, right? I'm busy, don't make trouble, you kid, okay?" Lao Lin said with some displeasure.

These shredded radishes are not only cut very finely, but also cut evenly, in the intoxicating house, and the old Song in front of him has this knife work.

"Hehe, not bad, right? I can tell you, these shredded turnips, but this little brother just cut them. At this time, Lao Song has long lost the meanness he used to have in his words.

Just such a sentence shocked Lao Lin and directly scattered the shredded radish in his hand.

"Old Song, are you fucking sure you're not fooling me?" Lao Lin said in disbelief.