I have a role in the heavens

Silly Zhu picked up a pair of chopsticks, and first looked at the appearance of the dishes. Naturally, the cutting skills of the shredded potatoes were not outstanding, and he knew this already. The roots of the potato shreds were straight and not soft. Obviously, the heat was just right. The taste should be very crisp, my nose twitched slightly, and I smelled the aroma of potato shreds, with a slight sour taste, and the seasoning should be good. Then I picked up a chopstick of potato shreds and put it in my mouth. I couldn't help but be stunned.

"The taste is 90% similar to the spicy and sour potato shreds I made that day. It seems to have been fine-tuned to make it even more appetizing!"

Silly Zhu put down his chopsticks, his eyes were shining, and he stared at the silent Ma Hua strangely, and asked curiously.

"How did you do it? I have made spicy and sour potato shreds a few times, and you have achieved the ultimate taste. It is simply incomprehensible!"

MCA did not hide anything and said it bluntly.

"Master, I have a photographic memory since I was a child. Every time you cook, I keep it in mind. After I go back, I study it over and over in my mind. Over time, practice makes perfect!"

Silly Zhu's eyes widened, and he was surprised. He thought to himself: That's okay, this kid's head is really useful, being a cook seems a bit wasteful!

Silly Zhu couldn't hide the smile in his eyes. He had picked up a treasure. His apprentice was so smart, so he could worry less. As long as he slowly handed him the dishes he knew, he would be able to start training soon. Now I have a capable apprentice. If anything happens in the future, I will have a helper to take care of each other.

"Okay, if you have this ability, you won't have to worry about not being able to learn how to cook. In the future, I will slowly teach you Sichuan cuisine and Tan's cuisine. When you become a chef, you can also rely on this skill to eat! No matter what happens in the future, What a change, at least I won’t starve to death!”

Silly Zhu’s words are true. As long as the cook is good at his craftsmanship, there will be no shortage of food. Food is the most important thing for the people. No matter what time, there is always a need for cooks to cook. As long as the host family has something to eat, their cooks can be full. meal.

While he was in the mood to talk, Ma Hua suddenly frowned and turned to look at the stove not far behind him. He saw a sneaking figure, a boy in his teens, six or seven years younger than Ma Hua. , seeing that his body was a little thin and there was no flesh on his face, he was reaching for the soy sauce on the edge of the stove, and he couldn't help but drink.

"BangGeng, why did you steal the soy sauce?"

A sharp shout startled Silhu, and he quickly looked at Banggeng next to the stove, and he suddenly became happy and laughed.

"Banggeng, you kid didn't learn how to steal, but I caught you this time. I will tell your mother later and ask her to educate you!"

When Banggeng saw that he was exposed, he paid attention to other things and grabbed the remaining half bottle of soy sauce. Feeling guilty, he ran away.

Silly Zhu looked ridiculous, picked up the rolling pin on the side, and threw it out. Someone came in and was hit on the shoulder by the rolling pin. He let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground, touching the wash basin shelf next to him. Arrived and got some water.

Xu Damao quickly got up, grabbed the rolling pin on the ground, and looked around. There were only two people in the kitchen, Ma Hua and Sha Zhu. He immediately understood who did it and said angrily.

"Silly Zhu, are you, damn, looking for death?"

Silly Zhu smiled cheerfully, looking at the embarrassed Xu Damao, feeling very happy. Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected gain. Instead of hitting a stick, he knocked down his old enemy, laughing and mocking.

"Xu Damao, I found that you are really looking for a beating. You didn't leave the front door, but chose the back door. I beat Widow Qin's son, but you came out and joined in the fun. You really deserve it!"

Xu Damao looked at the happy Silly Zhu and threw the rolling pin on the ground angrily. He picked up the kitchen knife on the cutting board and chopped it hard several times. The sawdust flew everywhere. He was not the opponent of Silly Zhu, and he had just encountered someone running away. Banggeng, who went out, knew that he could not blame Silly Zhu, so he could only vent his frustration.

Ma Hua looked at Xu Damao's actions and couldn't help but said.

"Brother Xu, those kitchen knives and cutting boards belong to the public. If they are broken, you will have to pay for them. You'd better put them down!"

Ma Hua and Xu Damao now live in a courtyard, and they are considered acquaintances. Although Ma Hua doesn't look down on Xu Damao's character, he won't offend him, so he calls him Brother Xu on weekdays, which is quite polite.

When Xu Damao heard this, his movements froze, and he glared at Silly Zhu fiercely. Then he reluctantly put down the kitchen knife and stopped venting his frustration.

"Si Zhu, don't be complacent. Do you know who invited my buddy here today?"

Xu Damao raised his head triumphantly and glanced at Silly Zhu beside him. Without waiting for Silly Zhu to speak, he showed off his questions and answers.

"Director!"

Silly Zhu smiled disdainfully when he heard this, picked up the big tea vat next to him, took a sip of thick tea, and sneered.

"Xu Damao, we don't know each other's details. Don't use the banner of the factory director to scare people. The most you can do is to be asked by the factory director if you can show a movie to the guests tonight. Are you really taking yourself as a person?" Big shot!"

Xu Damao rubbed his shoulders, feeling some pain. The rolling pin hit him hard. If it was cold and he was wearing thick clothes, he might be bruised. Hearing Silly Zhu's retort, he suddenly became anxious and said angrily.

"That's better than you. At least I can sit at the same table with the factory director and ask for a glass of wine. As for you, you are just a bad cook and can't even get in front of the factory director!"

After hearing this, Silly Zhu immediately put down the teapot in his hand, reached out and picked up the potatoes on the side and threw them at Xu Damao. Xu Damao hid and looked at Silly Zhu proudly.

Silly Zhu glared at Xu Damao angrily and said.

"Don't eat that chicken tonight. I put laxatives in it. I'll kill you!"

Xu Damao walked towards the front door of the kitchen with triumphant steps as if he didn't recognize his relatives, but he said something in his mouth.

"Brother, you have the paper with you. What are you afraid of?"

Silly Zhu shook his head and gestured at Xu Damao's back twice, but he didn't really take action. They were all neighbors. Although they were a bit difficult to deal with on weekdays, they didn't get into fistfights.

Silly Zhu looked at Xu Damao who was leaving and said to Ma Hua on the side.

"It just so happens that the factory director has a reception this afternoon. Please help me and watch carefully. If you don't know, remember it. Ask me again later and I will tell you in private!"

Ma Hua nodded and said he understood. What Sha Zhu meant was that he could learn in front of everyone, but he could not ask questions in front of everyone. The cooking skills involved were not taught outside, and this was also a matter of learning. The master teaches his disciples the rules of cooking in private and does not allow outsiders to be present.