To say that it is strange, Yue Hanshan's active smile at his subordinates is a rare occurrence in a hundred years, and Yue Linglong goes to the kitchen, it can be said that it is a rare encounter in a thousand years. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the kitchen of Xuantie Villa, Yue Linglong and the maid were selecting the ingredients and preparing for Yue Hongtang's cooking.

And from the moment Yue Linglong entered the kitchen, the chefs in charge of the Xuantie Villa in charge of food and drink all seemed very panicked, because as far as they knew, the owner of the village, Yue Hongtang, had been sick recently, and it seemed to be very serious, and he had been bedridden for several days.

At first, they thought it was a rumor, but they really didn't see the owner go out for a few days, and they were sure that it was true.

And today, they felt very surprised, since Yue Linglong was born until she left home, she had never been in the kitchen, and what had never happened before was broken today, and they had to be nervous.

What was nervous was not her first time, but this special time, the time when the owner of the village, Yue Hongtang, was sick.

As the saying goes, illness comes from the mouth, and disaster comes out of the mouth, this time to the kitchen, and a person who has never been in the kitchen, as long as he is a person with a brain, he can guess that there must be a problem.

Those cooks, as soon as they saw Yue Linglong, their faces instantly became nervous, and they were all a little confused.

"Miss, is this none of our business?" said the old cook who took the lead in a panic.

Yue Linglong's eyebrows were slightly raised, and she looked at these people with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Yue Linglong shrugged slightly.

The old cook said: "Miss, the old cook I have been working in the villa for decades, from buying and washing vegetables to cooking meals, we are very serious, not a little sloppy." ”

"You've all been in the Darkiron Villa for decades, and of course I know that. Yue Linglong smiled and continued: Thank you for making me so many delicious foods for so many years. ”

Hearing this, the old cook and the kitchen guy were even more puzzled, didn't this young lady come to them to settle accounts, how could she talk like this.

"Miss, if you have anything to say, just say it! Old cook, I will definitely bear any fault. ”

Yue Linglong raised her eyebrows, and was immediately confused, she finally came to the kitchen for the first time, and the people in the back kitchen were so yin and yang.

"You're not at fault, are you?" Yue Linglong wondered.

When the old cook heard that if he was not at fault, then these people under him were at fault, so he swept his gaze to those people.

Seeing this, those people hurriedly cried and said, "Master, we are not at fault!"

"Yes, Miss, I cook, they just beat me, I watch it all the time, and they don't do anything bad for the master!"

Hearing his last words, Yue Linglong instantly understood, they mistakenly thought that they had come to them because of their father's illness this time.

Yue Linglong smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not here to blame you for my father's illness. She gritted her teeth and said, "Besides, my father's illness, I know the specific situation, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Then young lady, why did you come to the kitchen?" asked the old cook with a smile on his face, obviously frightened by what had just been a false alarm.

"I'll cook!" Yue Linglong said in a playful voice.

"Cooking?" the old cook raised his eyebrows, and the wrinkles on his face were piled together in an instant.

"Yes!" Yue Linglong's beautiful eyes were round, and she was a little puzzled: "Why do you have this expression?"

The old cook shook his head and said, "Miss, what do you want to eat, as long as the old chef knows, you just tell you, why come in person?"

"It's not that I want to eat anything, but I want to cook something for my dad. ”

"Miss, whatever the old man wants to eat, the old cook can do it. ”

"Master Liu, thank you for your kindness, my father is sick, I want to cook some dishes for him myself, and it can be regarded as an expression of my concern as a daughter. ”

After listening to Yue Linglong's words, the old cook finally understood her thoughts.

He nodded, and said with some emotion: "Miss, don't worry, the old chef will definitely fulfill your little wish." ”

"That's great. If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people around, Yue Linglong almost jumped up with joy.

"What do you want to do, miss?" said the old cook.

"What are you doing?" Yue Linglong's mouth twitched slightly, she had never been in the kitchen since she was a child, and when she thought of what to do, she didn't understand the common sense of cooking in her head at all.

She thought for a while and said, "Master Liu, I don't know what to do?"

The old chef has been cooking for so many years, and he is extremely proficient in this aspect, so it can be said that a small meal is made into a feast, and a big banquet is made. There are so many dishes, it can be said that there are countless dishes, if he really comes up with a certain dish for Yue Linglong to learn, he really can't say it for a while.

"Miss, if you want to talk about cooking, there are a lot of dishes. The old cook straightened his chest slightly, and said proudly: "The old cook can't finish talking here for three days and three nights." ”

"Hehe......" Yue Linglong smiled and said, "Master Liu, I know you can cook a lot of dishes, but I don't need so many now, just let me learn one or two first." ”

"One or two?" followed the old cook.

"yes! It's not too difficult to choose two, it's simple and delicious. Yue Linglong said.

"Oh, let me think about it!" the old cook began to turn his head quickly, and immediately thought about it according to the conditions that Yue Linglong said.

After thinking for a while, the old cook said: "Learning to cook, stir-frying is a difficult job." In my opinion, I might as well teach you how to make a soup first. ”

"Soup?" Yue Linglong was a little curious for a moment, she wanted to make a dish, but the old chef recommended that she learn to make soup first.

"Miss, it's better to make soup, it's easy, and it's better for the master's condition. The maid next to her said.

"Yes, the old man is sick now, if you can make up for it with soup and make the old man sweat, maybe he will get better soon." The old cook felt that what the maid said was reasonable, and then echoed.

In fact, Yue Linglong knew that his father's illness was not an ordinary disease at all, but the despicable and shameless Yue Hanshan, and no matter how much he drank supplements, he couldn't get better. But seeing that both of them were very enthusiastic, and that it was indeed easy to learn soup, she did not object.

Just when Yue Linglong was worried about the poison in her father, both of them saw that her face was not good, as a cook, the old cook was not easy to say, and the maid was easier.

"Miss, are you alright?" Tong'er said worriedly.

"I didn't ...... It's okay. Yue Linglong hurriedly regained her thoughts.

She straightened her face and said, "Okay! Then learn to make soup." ”

The old cook heard this and nodded to him.

"Master Liu, then what soup do we learn?" Although it is easier to make soup, as an outsider, Yue Linglong had to ask. (To be continued.) )