The kitchen of the Zang family was very large, and Xue Cheng estimated that it should be more than twice the size of the living room of Qi Weiwei's house in Guhuai County.

The professional private cook was busy by the stove, and for a bowl of glutinous rice alone, she used a large fire and a small fire to pinch the time many times.

When the porridge was boiling on the stove, she was also busy preparing shiitake mushrooms, lotus seeds, pine nuts, pork, washing and soaking in various water temperatures, and a bowl of porridge made a full banquet of the Manchurian and Han people.

After Xue Cheng entered the kitchen, he found a cup, poured a glass of water, and drank water while watching the private chef make porridge.

After the servant who helped in the kitchen asked Xue Cheng what he was going to do three times and what materials he needed, Xue Cheng saw which private chef had done it almost well, so he asked the servant to help find the cornmeal.

"In this drawer, there are six kinds of cornmeal, yellow, white, and black, which kind do you want?" asked the servant.

Xue Cheng: It's so troublesome, it's just to make cornmeal porridge. "Yellow, coarse. ”

"How much do you take?"

"You use that bowl to hold me a small bowl. ”

The servant took out the cornmeal and asked, "Do you need anything?"

Xue Cheng: "No need. ”

She dragged a soup pot from the shelf, put some water, and put it on the stove to boil.

The private chef and the servant muttered to themselves, is this person really going to make a polenta to compete for the job?

After the water boiled, Xue Cheng added cold water to the cornmeal and mixed it into a paste, poured it into the pot, dragged two chopsticks, and ran the Linglong Dim Sum Divine Skill while stirring, and at the same time used spiritual power to press the soft aura particles formed into finer pieces, inject them into the cornmeal, fuse the soft aura, and stimulate the nutrition and maximum deliciousness of the corn porridge.

Too ordinary low-grade ingredients, the chopsticks only stirred twice, and the polenta was transformed.

Xue Cheng turned to low heat and boiled for two minutes.

The private chef over there is skillfully filling the glutinous rice porridge into bowls, filling four small bowls, and walking out of the kitchen with a tray.

Xue Cheng fished out four bowls and put them on the tray, filled four bowls of polenta, and walked out of the kitchen with it.

The maid behind him looked confused and said to himself: "What a sweet corn flavor! I want to drink corn porridge instead of glutinous rice porridge!"

The four people at the table each had a bowl of glutinous rice porridge in front of them.

The glutinous rice grains are full of crystals, and the porridge is of the right shade, with shiitake mushrooms, pine nuts, lotus seeds and pork looming in it.

Mrs. Zang smiled at the private chef: "It's delicious when you smell it, you are very attentive." ”

The private chef is modestly indebted.

The maid helped Zang Jianhua put on a scarf, and the eldest lady picked up a small bowl, filled half a spoon with a spoon, blew it until it was moderately hot and cold, and brought it to the old man's mouth and said, "Ah-"

Zang Jianhua opened his mouth, the spoon was fed into his mouth, he didn't chew, he swallowed.

The eldest lady smiled: "It seems that my husband is not averse to the porridge you make." Then he said to the two little wives, "Let's try it too." ”

Each of the three women took their own small bowls and elegantly spooned half a scoop into their mouths, which were covered with high-end lipstick.

The eldest lady said: "Yes, sweet but not greasy." ”

The two little wives also nodded in agreement, anyway, everyone has shared the benefits they deserve, how to treat this and the old man are superficial.

The eldest lady turned her head to look at Xue Cheng who came out with the tray: "I tasted the porridge of the second chef, and everyone voted to decide." ”

Xue Cheng placed the tray on the table.

The three women were stunned to see four small bowls of yellow, orange and orange porridge, could it be cornmeal porridge? They were incredulous, did this young woman think that just cooking a bowl of cornmeal porridge could win the job?

The servant helped to place the four bowls of porridge in front of each of them.

Anyway, it was just for example, Mrs. Zang Da picked up a small bowl and put half a spoonful, carefully blew it cold, and sent it to the old man's mouth.

The old man, as he had just done, opened his mouth and drank the porridge.

The eldest lady was just about to put the bowl down when the old man suddenly opened his mouth and screamed.

"What's the matter? Isn't it unpalatable, and you want to vomit?" the eldest lady hurriedly motioned to the servant next to her, took the spittoon and held it in front of the old man, waiting for him to vomit.

The old man did not want to vomit, his eyes were fixed on the bowl in the eldest lady's hand, and he screamed with a long mouth.

A little wife said, "Sister, does Mr. still want to eat?"

The eldest lady thought about it, took another spoonful, and put it into the old man's open mouth.

The old man gulped down and opened his mouth again: "Ahhh

The eldest lady fed the old man another mouthful, and the old man couldn't wait to swallow it and open his mouth.

The eldest lady was speechless: "I actually like to drink this, you come to feed it, and I will taste it too." ”

The servant took the bowl and fed it to the old man one bite at a time.

The eldest lady picked up the small bowl and gently filled a little corn porridge from the side of the bowl with a spoon, the noodles were small, the porridge was a little thin, and it was made of coarse cornmeal, the particles were obvious, and it was estimated that it would be very rough to drink. She only wanted to taste it symbolically, and if the old man liked to drink it, she would leave this woman behind, anyway, it was all a superficial article for people to see.

The spoon is put into your mouth, and the sweetness of fresh corn spreads in your mouth. The eldest lady thought to herself, the cornmeal in our kitchen is still quite fresh.

Sucking it gently, the cornmeal particles rolled in the mouth, and it was not rough at all, but soft and flexible, like massaging the tongue, which was indescribably comfortable, but the amount was too small. She hurriedly swallowed it, and filled a full spoonful, without caring about the cold, and sent it to her mouth, the slightly hot corn porridge with youthful vitality, so that her aging mouth seemed to return to its youth, soft and flexible particles stirred by the tongue, as if massaging the mouth, as comfortable as ...... Like a lover's kiss......

The eldest lady instantly thought of her young and handsome little lover, and her pair was crimson in an instant.

The two little wives looked at the eldest lady's happy and enjoyable appearance, and they wondered, could it be that this corn porridge was very delicious? The eldest wife not only drank several sips, but also enjoyed it, her cheeks were crimson, and her eyes were still misty and charming.

"Sister, is it delicious?" the two couldn't help but be humane.

"Ahh

The eldest lady subconsciously covered her bowl, afraid that the old man would come and grab it, but the next moment, she came to her senses, a corn porridge, what she grabbed with the old man, he fed him if he wanted to drink. Leave this chef and have time to make it for yourself in the future.

She handed her bowl to the servant: "It seems that our husband likes the porridge made by this chef very much, so let's give it to him." As he spoke, he pointed to the bowls of the two little wives and said, "Don't drink it either, Mr. loves to eat so much, give it to him." Leave the cook who cooks the polenta. ”

The cornmeal porridge with the massage effect of Lover's Kiss, of course, can't be tasted by these two little watches, if they drink it, they will definitely know the reason for their gaffe just now, and maybe they will find a way to grab the chef with themselves. She wants to drink cornmeal porridge with her little lover, and then instead of rinsing her mouth, the two kiss as the soft and flexible particles of cornmeal rub in their mouths...... Just think about it and be passionate......

The two little wives were stunned, and they didn't even let themselves taste it, so they decided directly. The more the eldest lady refuses to taste it, the more the two of them want to taste it, this is the forbidden fruit effect, the more they are not allowed to do it, the more they have to try it.

Before the eldest lady finished speaking, the two of them quickly picked up the small bowl in front of them and stuffed a mouthful of porridge into their mouths. One bite down, and the whole world is different. The two of them were younger and more energetic than the eldest lady, so their cheeks quickly turned crimson.

In this way, the three women knew it.

The eldest lady deceived herself: "Let you stop drinking, you still have to drink, are you burning?"

"It's a little hot, my lips are hot. Little Wife No. 1 fanned the wind with her hand in front of her face in disguise.

Little Wife No. 2: "It's so hot, I'm going to sweat!"

"Ahh

The little wife's two bowls of polenta also ended up in the old man's stomach.

After drinking four bowls of cornmeal porridge, the old man opened his mouth: "Ah-" more.

Xue Cheng also often makes corn porridge at home, but the way she does it is slightly different from this time, she will fully use the Linglong Dim Sum Divine Skill to maximize the fusion of cornmeal and soft aura. Now it is for ordinary people, as long as there is a little bit of aura, it is their blessing, she let the aura particles spread evenly, crushed with spiritual power, turned into finer ingredients, fused and changed in cornmeal particles.

Different techniques produce different tastes, she hasn't tasted them yet, and she doesn't know what the taste of this technique is, but looking at the performance of the three women, does it make them feel sexually blissful? Things seem to be a little troublesome.

The private chef who failed to apply for the job wanted to know why her fragrant glutinous rice porridge would lose to the corn porridge, and she asked the eldest lady to taste the corn porridge that defeated her, because she saw the young chef boiling cornmeal in plain water, and the whole process was so simple that she couldn't accept it!

The eldest lady said: "Xiaolan go to the kitchen to see if there is anything left? Mr. still wants to eat, will you hold up after drinking four bowls in one go?" Forget it, Xiaohong, you push Mr. to go around the garden." ”

One servant pushed the old man out of the room, and the other went to the kitchen to look at the pot.

The private chef also followed, there was no porridge in the pot, but there was a little porridge on the wall of the pot, and the private chef carefully scraped it off with a spoon, scraped a small half tablespoon, and sent it to the mouth to taste.

Because it is completely cold, the youthful feeling of eating the polenta disappears, leaving only the sweet feeling of fresh corn and the smooth taste of a massage.

This is enough, the heart of the private chef is shocked, and the simple food can play a not simple taste, and the chef's skills are most tested. This woman is young, but she is in her twenties, and she has such accomplishments in cooking, which is really incredible. She thought for a moment, walked out of the kitchen, walked to Xue Cheng's side, and bowed deeply: "Master, can I worship you as a teacher?"

Xue Cheng glanced at the woman with a demon eye: there is no spiritual root, no spiritual seed, I am afraid that I will not teach her any cooking skills, if she only cooks with ingredients, she is estimated to be inferior to this woman's cooking skills.

Since you can't give people hope, don't let people think about it. Xue Cheng put on a cold face and said, "I don't accept apprentices. ”

The female private chef was unwilling to say, "I will show enough sincerity to apprentice, enough!" she emphasized.

"No matter what, I won't take apprentices, you don't have to have illusions. Xue Cheng poured another basin of cold water down.

The female private chef begged bitterly: "If you don't accept apprentices, I'll be your assistant, I'll be your assistant, don't need money or food, just let me follow you!"

Xue Cheng held his forehead: "I have a headache, you can let me go." ”

Seeing this, the eldest lady also gave a send-off order to the female private chef, and the female private chef looked resentful, reluctant, and left step by step.

Mrs. Zang smiled and said to Xue Cheng, "Master, please take a seat." "People with such cooking skills can no longer treat her as an ordinary household hired worker, and they must be recruited well to be retained.

After Xue Cheng thanked him, he sat down on the other side of the table.

The eldest lady asked the maid to serve tea to Xue Cheng, and asked with a smile: "What is the master's surname?"

Xue Cheng: "Don't call me a master, it's quite uncomfortable, my name is Jiang Xiaocheng, and my wife calls me Xiaocheng." "The dossier was prepared by Jiang Lin, and he didn't know what kind of mentality he had given her the surname Jiang. Xue Cheng had a deep resentment about this, but it was too late to change the file.

The eldest lady nodded: "Xiaocheng, very warm name! Do you cook those specialty dishes?" She was thinking about when to have a party and use her chef's skills to suppress the arrogance of those wealthy wives.

Xue Cheng said: "I have only learned some home-cooked food. ”

She really only knows how to cook at home, but Zang Jianhua's three women all think she is modest. The little wife said: "Home cooking is very good, eat and eat, or home cooking is the most delicious!"

Little wife No. 2: "Yes, yes, we will come over to take care of Mr. in the future, and eat the home-cooked food made by the girl in the small town!"

The eldest lady secretly said in her heart, Speaking of which, I just want to eat the delicious food of my own chef!

"The little town girl is the full-time chef of our husband, if anyone eats has to be done by the small town girl, where does the little Cheng girl have the energy to concentrate on preparing the meal for the husband?" The eldest lady took a sip of tea and said, "Find a good chef for my husband today, I am also tired, and the two sisters are also working hard, go back and rest early." ”

The way to finish the meal left by the two little wives was completely cut off by the eldest wife, and the two left reluctantly.

Xue Cheng officially entered the Zang family's compound and became a rookie undercover agent.

As a sign of welcome and respect, dinner was cooked by another chef from the Zang family. Xue Cheng was happy, and after eating a few polite words with the Zang family, he went back to his room to cultivate.

She has basically grasped Zang Jianhua's disease, that is, Alzheimer's, as for the poisoning that Jiang Lin said, it may be that the poisoning catalyzed the process of Alzheimer's disease, and now the old man has become demented like this, and there is no need to poison it again.

Xue Cheng was basically sure that making an alloy pill by himself was the kind of delicacy that contained the aura that would push Shi Yongming into the Qi refining period, of course, the aura content did not need to be as much as that of Shi Yongming, a little happier than Linglong, it would be able to restore the old man's diseased nerves and brain cells to health, and the closed memory would be completely remembered.