brother's bizarre adventure

The special effects and light effects were too dazzling, Xingping father and son couldn't help raising their hands to block the light, and couldn't help blurting out: "Why is there bgm here?"

Jonah replied while following the rhythm of the music: "I played a Walkman, how about this music, isn't it very exciting, my dad played it."

Overlapping with Jonah, Huo Zhigao complained about the actual operation: "You can really think of cooking with platinum execution music."

"Bgm has a buff bonus for combat." Jonah smiled in private chat, "Fried rice is also for combat, why can't you use bgm."

Koichiro Kohei looked at the latest Walkman on the table who didn't know when it would appear, his expression was indescribable.

Jonah put his hands on the pot, and it was Huo Zhixin who was actually operating it. He noticed Xingping's expression and explained: "My father is a musician and often plays at home, and I like cooking. The skill of making the music rhythm beat the pot, the effect is very good.” This is nonsense, Kujo Sadao holds concerts outside all the year round, even if he returns to Tokyo, there will be a special practice venue, and he will not make noise at home. Beating the rhythm is a rhetoric that Jonah just came up with in order to pretend.

But the effect of this nonsense was surprisingly good. Jonah saw the surprised light in the eyes of Boss Xingping's son, and said, "Can it still be like this?"

Xing Heijo Ichiro covered his son's eyes, and said with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "Chuangzhen, don't learn anything other than cooking skills, first practice the basic skills." Not realistic at all.

The music stopped immediately, the pot started to emit light, and a bowl of steaming fried rice with eggs appeared on the stage.

Jonah pushed the egg fried rice to Koichiro Kohei and bowed as an invitation: "Teacher, please taste."

Looking at the bowl of fried rice with eggs, Koichiro Kohei thought, um, it looks good, and the presentation, color, and aroma are very professional.With the mentality of giving it a try, he picked up a spoon and put a small spoonful into his mouth.

Chew lightly, then froze on the spot.

Jonah has never seen such a scene before, and he feels uneasy. Generally, when the family eats the food he makes, they either shout that it is very delicious and start it again, or they don’t say anything and start it again and again, and it is always very delicious.

There has never been such a stunned situation.

Could it be that the standards of cooks are different from those of ordinary people?

After waiting for five seconds, Ichiro Heijo was still able to recover, and Jonah asked cautiously, "How is the teacher, is my cooking very tasty?"

Xing Pingjun didn't answer, just took another spoonful without saying a word, and then continued to be stunned.

Jonah felt the pills, and chatted happily in private: "Masaka, we turned the pot and turned the car with the bgm tune. It is difficult to perfect food like fried rice with eggs."

Huozhi happily refused to accept: "Are you questioning my master's precision B? How can my uncle taste bad when he uses his hands? If he thinks it is bad, there is only one possibility, and that is his sense of taste is problematic."

"You can pull it off. I think it's another possibility to be a cook if you have a problem with your sense of taste."

"what?"

Jonah is serious: "The rice we cook is not an overnight meal. Egg fried rice has to be cooked with overnight rice to have a soul."

Huozhi was so happy that he was speechless: "How could it be possible to sell overnight meals in the restaurant? It's already the limit to save the morning meal until the afternoon. Maybe they saved this meal for supper."

While the two were chatting, Xing Heijo Ichiro's son saw his father biting a spoon, giving up thinking and pushing him repeatedly, but no matter how he pushed, his father was in a daze.The child looked at the egg fried rice in a blink of an eye. The child who had already started to practice cooking felt that this bowl of fried rice must be too unpalatable. Curiosity grew and he wanted to see how unpalatable it was.He took out a new spoon, scooped a spoon into his mouth, and then, like his father, he bit the spoon and froze on the spot.

The expressions and movements are exactly the same, and it looks like a father and son.

Jonah was shocked, and he pushed the fire with joy: "One time is a coincidence, and two times is reality. This bowl of egg fried rice has knocked down two people. Is it really poisonous? Should we run away?"

Huozhi happily roared: "You bastard, if you question my precision cooking skills again, I will beat you up."

After waiting for about 10 seconds, the boss and his son finally came to their senses.

Xing Ping Chuangzhen looked up at Jonah with bright eyes: "Sir, it's very delicious, can I eat all of it?"

"Uh." Jonah smiled, "Of course."

Huo Zhigao also had a smile on his face, and stretched out his arms to give him thumbs up. In order to achieve the best effect, there were branches and leaves that looked like thumbs up on his arms. At a glance, his entire arm was densely covered with thumbs.

"Thank you, I'm starting it!" Little Xingping hugged the plate, and, like an animation, he turned into a hamster and kept picking rice into his mouth. It was delicious to watch.

The boss Koheijo Ichiro saw his son addicted to other people's dishes, and then recalled the taste he tasted just now, and sighed: "Sir, are you an undercover agent sent by another restaurant." In fact, he meant to say that you are not looking for faults, But looking at the opponent's body shape, I felt that if I provoked the opponent by revealing the truth, I might not be able to defeat him, so I was more tactful.

Really, he thought, possessing this kind of skill and saying that he would come to learn it, the more sincere the performance, the more humiliating it is, hateful.

Jonah: "I'm just an ordinary university professor, and I started to study cooking because of my interest."

"Of interest?"

"Yes, I have never received any systematic training, all this is self-taught."

Xing Pingcheng Ichiro: This attitude is so arrogant, I really want to hit him, but no matter how I look at it, I can't beat him, depressed.

Depression belongs to depression, good craftsmanship is also a fact, you can't open your eyes and talk nonsense.

"The food is delicious..." He was interrupted before finishing speaking.

"Nice, teacher, according to the agreement, you have to teach me cooking that can explode my clothes. It's better to hit the sun than choose the day, so let's do it now."

"Don't call me teacher. If your cooking is at this level, I can't teach you. You can call me Xingping." It's okay to be called teacher by another chef. It's okay if you don't know the situation.

Jonah's attitude was extremely sincere: "I'm still far behind." What's the use of making delicious clothes if you can't explode them? Even Heroic Spirits can't defeat them.

Koichiro Kohei: This guest doesn’t have a clear understanding of his craft. It seems that it is necessary for him to understand himself correctly. By the way, tell him that my shop is a serious shop, and the food really doesn’t explode!

"In this case, I will also make fried rice with eggs. You can see the difference between us." Joichiro Kohei looked through the refrigerator, took out a bowl of rice and eggs again, and started to make fried rice with eggs.

"Well, I will definitely not let go of any details." Jonah changed the title from Shan Ruliu, and raised his Walkman, "Xing Ping-sang, do you need bgm to cheer you up?"

Koichiro Kohei said: "No need, thank you." I lit the fire and beat the eggs to start making.

Huo Zhigao looked at it very seriously, and said, "It seems to be the same as my uncle's steps. Do you think it will burst your clothes after eating it later?"

"I hope it's ok. I came here wearing cheap underwear. It's not very comfortable to wear. Wouldn't it be a big loss if my clothes exploded?"

"Your reason is true." Huo Zhixi was speechless.

"Okay, it's done." Joichiro Kohei finished his egg fried rice and handed it to Jonah, "Please taste it."

"No problem." Jonah took off his coat, put it on the back of the chair, and only wore an underwear. Abdominal muscles and other muscle masses were faintly visible. It didn't look like he was tasting food, but he wanted to roll up his sleeves and hit someone.

Put your hands together: "I'm starting."

Huo Zhixing floated beside him, and said excitedly: "The new skin has been prepared, and the current skin can be sacrificed at any time."

"Great." Jonah scooped up a spoonful of egg fried rice, blew on it to lower the temperature, and put it into his mouth.

As the taste buds caught the delicacy, the double that ordinary people couldn't see exploded, and at the same time, the jacket on his body was ripped and turned into countless pieces of cloth, which fell to the ground.

Exploding clothes just appeared suddenly.

Kohei Joichiro:? ? ! ! !

This unscientific!I didn't add anything but eggs and rice!

Jonah put down the spoon and said with a smile: "Xing Pingsang, you see I'm right, your food will explode after eating. So don't hide it anymore, teach me the trick."