Qijie said: "That's really strange, but I didn't expect you to be so familiar with dealing with poison film, you passed the first condition, but how is your cooking skills? ”

And he said, "What kind of food do you want to make with the blue guinea fish?"

Lin Heng sold it and smiled: "You will know when you meet the teacher." ”

At the same time, Jiang Haoyu was crying with a sad face, his heart was so anxious that it was like countless ants gnawing, he silently held the spatula and scoop in his left and right hands, and looked at the more than ten pots with his eyes.

He ran back and forth, and there was endless sadness in his eyes. He kept changing his steps, restless and impatient like he had never been.

At this time, he was already sweating like rain, there were layers of sad clouds floating in front of him, his heart seemed to be stuffed with a mess, and his mouth kept chanting: "Teacher Qijie, are you okay?!"

Qijie focused on Lin Hengshang, but just dealt with things casually, and said, "Jiang Zi, you are so good at eating, you think about it yourself." ”

Jiang Haoyu has no love, and foodies are not all people who can cook.

He suo (xìng) is all based on feeling, add what you have, and then stir-fry a few times at will, and directly put it on the table.

He was full of confidence and pretended to serve the dish as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, Lin Heng was already making Tu Zheng

He took out a long knife, the knife was skillful and meticulous, and the condiments were processed in an instant.

Teacher Qijie has been watching, Lin Heng always brings him full of surprises, making him sigh and praise, nodding like pounding garlic.

The ingredients here are no different from the original ingredients, except for the spirit (xìng) substance.

Egg white, wheat flour, spirit brew, green onion, ginger and garlic... Everything is ready, the blue guinea fish was directly cut into dozens of pieces by Lin Heng, marinated and grasped the condiments together, and then fried directly for later use.

Qijie was directly stunned when he saw Lin Heng's approach, and frowned and exclaimed strangely.

Put the fish pieces into the pot, Lin Heng skillfully put the seasoning, put water to cover the pot, and boiled until it was concentrated.

In one go, Lin Heng smiled easily.

Qijie said: "What is the name of your spiritual food?"

Lin Heng thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Boiled pork slices." ”

Teacher Qijie frowned, and looked at Lin Heng with a suspicious gaze: "The name of this dish is so simple?"

Lin Heng smiled and said softly: "The down-to-earth dishes are true, and my dishes don't have bells and whistles." ”

Hearing this, the Qijie teacher nodded and said with a smile: "It makes sense." ”

"Will it be human?!"

At this moment, there was the sound of a quarrel from the east room, and the sound of dishes breaking.

Qijie frowned, and his face sank: "What's the matter?"

Lin Heng also frowned.

The two of them walked out of the Westinghouse together and came to the east side of the cooking room.

I saw that Jiang Haoyu was arguing with others, and he was fierce and did not retreat at all. On the opposite side were more than a dozen young people, who at the same time did not show weakness and argued angrily.

Qijie's eyebrows were twisted together, his face was as dark as dusk (yīn), his face was grim, and he said loudly: "What's the matter!"

When the words fell, the people in the room looked in the direction of Teacher Qijie, and suddenly the scene was silent, no one dared to make a mistake, and their eyes drooped, they didn't dare to raise their heads, and they didn't dare to make a little sound.

Teacher Qijie walked over, looked at the more than ten people arguing, and finally looked at Jiang Haoyu, and said, "Jiang Zi, what's the matter?"

Hearing this, Jiang Haoyu raised his head angrily and scolded loudly: "Their food is unpalatable!"

Hearing this, Qijie frowned, his face was dark and gloomy all of a sudden, very scary, his eyes swept over the more than ten people like two sharp swords, and said, "Is my food hard to eat?"

The young man led by more than ten people stood up, he suddenly shivered, and said inarticulately: "Uh... Teacher Qijie, it's not the students who make trouble, this dish is really hard to eat. ”

The young man pointed to the plates of spiritual food on his table.

Hearing this, Teacher Qijie's face suddenly tightened

Everyone looked at his tense face, and the cold tone of his words made his face pale, and his pale face seemed to have been drained of blood.

They knew that the Seven Precepts Teacher had a (jìn) taboo, and that was that the food he made was not delicious.

But it's really not delicious.

Lin Heng walked over and looked at the delicacies on the table, the material was good.

Lin Heng took a piece of spirit (ròu) and put it in his mouth and chewed it, chewing and chewing, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he spit it out directly.

Jiang Haoyu saw Lin Heng and asked, "Lin Heng, why did you vomit it out, isn't it delicious?"

Teacher Qijie's face seemed to be smeared with a layer of frost, and everyone was silent, and they didn't dare to say a word.

Lin Heng seemed to be caught by inexplicable fear, his forehead was cold, and he suddenly opened his mouth and said inarticulately: "Uh... This... Taste it for yourself. ”

Jiang Haoyu walked over suspiciously, picked up a piece (ròu) and chewed it directly, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he said loudly: "Phew! Why is it so salty!"

Teacher Qijie's face darkened. His face sank suddenly, and his eyes flashed with anger, but he finally didn't have a seizure, and soon returned to his casual appearance, but the pent-up anger in his heart was self-evident.

Lin Heng stopped talking several times, thinking but not thinking, and his eyebrows were full of distress.

But he still said: "Teacher Qijie, come and take a look." ”

Hearing this, Teacher Qijie walked in with an angry face, the hair on his head flew up, his eyebrows stood upside down, and the whole room was suddenly filled with a smell of gunpowder.

Everyone was silent, and they didn't dare to say a word.

Qijie looked at the dishes on the table, and suddenly frowned, sensing that something was wrong.

said: "These dishes are not... Jiang Haoyu, what did you do. ”

Two cold lights appeared in his eyes and looked at Jiang Haoyu.

Jiang Haoyu's eyes were dodging, looking around, and said weakly: "What did I do?"

Teacher Qijie stared at him, his gaze like two sharp swords.

Jiang Haoyu pouted, swallowed his saliva, and said, "I... It's just putting bits and pieces in vain. ”

Qijie frowned and pondered for a moment. suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but burst up with anger.

He shouted loudly: "That's salt! I told you to stir-fry evenly, put it on a plate, and didn't ask you to make anything else." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Haoyu's face changed, and he learned that he had caused trouble. My heart suddenly accelerated, and I was at a loss.

He hurriedly explained: "I just think that these dishes lack zero color, and I think it's the finishing touch." ”

Lin Heng on the side couldn't bear to look directly when he heard this, and there was a layer of gloom between his eyebrows.

Qijie's face was full of anger, and he said: "Dian Qing's pen, I'll give you a bad look! Lao Tzu's reputation was almost buried in your hands." ”

Jiang Haoyu cried with a sad face and said, "I'll pay attention next time, pay attention next time." ”

"You don't want to eat pork knuckle. There was a faint glint of anger in his eyes, but he didn't get angry, and quickly returned to his nonchalant appearance.

Jiang Haoyu begged: "Don't, Teacher Qijie." ”

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To be continued