Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Chapter 2142: Willingly (49)

Chapter 2142 Willingly (49)

Master's embarrassment and worry at the beginning quickly changed to a face full of surprise later.

The person who has never been in the kitchen can tell the ratio of flour and water casually.

After finishing speaking, he still looked dazed, as if talking casually.

Stir the minced meat, and when he wants to put seasoning, he also puts it casually.

Based on feeling, there is no definite number.

I felt that it was almost done, so I stopped letting it go and showed it to him.

The old master was stunned.

Rao has lived most of his life, and he has never met someone so talented in cooking.

It is simply born to do this, and God chases and feeds.

The little boy's hands are soft and tender, and he has never done any work before.

White and soft, thin, clean and slender.

Pick up the kitchen knife and cut the carrots carefully at first, one by one.

His fair and beautiful fingers were stained with crystal drops of water. He lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, and his cheeks were slightly bulging.

Extremely serious and focused, as if doing something big.

One piece...two pieces...three pieces...

Carefully, extra clumsily.

The housekeeper outside was a little terrified, for fear that he would cut himself.

But obviously, everyone underestimated his talent.

After cutting a few slices, he became proficient.

da—da da—da da da da—da da da da da da—

The kitchen knife is getting faster and faster, faster and faster.

From the beginning, there was a gap, and then it went straight to the end, and the knife skills were amazing.

In the blink of an eye, a carrot was cut.

Except for the unsightly first few slices, the rest of the slices are as thin as a cicada's wings, with uniform thickness.

The master watched and fell into silence for a while.

Inexplicably, I felt that I might lose my job.

After the little boy cut it, he put down the knife.

Raising the hands with the sleeves rolled up, she looked at him, as if a little excited.

"What's next?"

While saying this, his eyes were warm and bright, clear and moving, like a harmless tree elf.

The tone is soft, and the fingers are also soft.

Wearing an apron around his waist, he smelled of smoke and fire from the kitchen, but his body still had a pure and soft breath.

Extreme contrast, abrupt and inexplicably coordinated.

As if he shouldn't appear here, and as if, appearing here is a very normal thing.

The master cook was stunned for a while, but didn't speak.

It wasn't until he picked up the kitchen knife with some displeasure and buckled it, and stood it deeply on the chopping board, that the old master came back to his senses.

"Oh oh... next..."

"The next step is...ah yes, the next step is to cut the pork and chop them into minced meat..."

The little boy snorted, and picked up the washed pork from the side.

Start cutting.

Cut into small pieces first, and then start chopping.

This step, the master has not had time to tell him.

But he seems to subconsciously know to do this.

It doesn't need to be said at all.

The master was even more shocked.

…

Morning.

Snow has been falling, the first snow in winter, as if to make a good start.